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Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little: If this uncouth foreft yield any thing favage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my fake be comfortable; hold death a while at the arm's end: I will be here with thee presently; and if I bring thee not something to eat, I'll give thee leave to die: but if thou dieft before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well faid! thou look'st cheerly: and I'll be with thee quickly. Yet thou lieft in the bleak air: Come, I will bear thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this defert. Cheerly, good Adam! Exeunt.
Another Part of the Forest.
Enter Duke Senior and lords.
[A table fet out.
Duke Sen. I think he is transform'd into a beaft; For I can no where find him like a man.
I Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence,
Duke Sen. If he, 'compact of jars, grow musical,
1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach.
Duke Sen. Why, how now, monfieur! what a life is this, That your poor friends muft woo your company?
compact of jars,]-compofed of difcords.
What! you look merrily.
Jaq. A fool, a fool?—I met a fool i' the foreft, A 'motley fool,-a miferable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool;
Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the fun,
In good fet terms, and yet a motley fool.
Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags:
And after one bour more, 'twill be eleven ;
A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.
Duke Sen. What fool is this?
Jaq. O worthy fool!-One that hath been a courtier;
And fays, if ladies be but young, and fair,
They have the gift to know it: and in his brain,
Which is as dry as the remainder bisket
After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd
With obfervation, the which he vents
In mangled forms :-O, that I were a fool!
Duke Sen. Thou fhalt have one.
Jaq. It is my only "fuit;
Provided, that you weed your better judgments
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please; for so fools have:
He, that a fool doth very wifely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Even by the fquandring glances of the fool.
To speak my mind, and I will through and through
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Duke Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. faq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good? Duke Sen. Moft mifchievous foul fin, in chiding fin: For thou thyself haft been a libertine,
As fenfual as the brutish fting itself;
And all the emboffed fores, and headed evils,
HENRY V, A&t I, S. 1. Cant.
as the brutish fting-as the brute, whom kindly rage doth fting.
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the fea,
That fays, his bravery is not on my cost,
(Thinking that I mean him) but therein suits
His folly to the metal of my speech?
There then; How then? What then? Let me fee wherein
Enter Orlando, with his fword drawn.
Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.
Orla. Nor fhall not, 'till neceffity be serv❜d.
Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy diftrefs; Or elfe a rude defpifer of good manners,
That in civility thou feem'ft fo empty?
Orla. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point Of bare diftrefs hath ta'en from me the fhew
Of smooth civility: yet am I in-land bred,
b tax]-can be faid to tax. d bravery]-finery.
means]-to fupport it.
e in-land bred,]-civilized.
Jaq. An you will not
Be answered with reason, I must die.
Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gentleness shall
More than your force move us to gentleness.
Orla. I almost die for food, and let me have it.
Of ftern commandment: But whate'er you are,
Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Lofe and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church;
If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,
In the which hope, I blush, and hide my fword.
Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while,
Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,
s upon demand ]-on asking for it-upon command.