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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 fomething 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'ft cheerly: and I'll be with thee quickly. Yet thou lieft in the bleak air: Come, I will bear thee to fome shelter; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this defert. Cheerly, good Adam!
Another Part of the Foreft.
[A table fet out.
Enter Duke Senior and lords.
Duke Sen. I think he is transform'd into a beaft; For I can no where find him like a man.
1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence, Here was he merry, hearing of a fong.
Duke Sen. If he, 'compact of jars, grow mufical,
I 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 ?
t compact of jars,]-compofed of difcords.
What! you look merrily.
Jaq. A fool, a fool ?—I met a fool i' the forest, A 'motley fool,-a miferable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool;
Who laid him down, and bafk'd him in the fun,
Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags:
And after one hour more, 'twill be eleven;
An hour by his dial.-O noble fool!
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
In mangled forms :-O, that I were a fool!
"motley fool,]-in a party-colour'd coat. VOL. II. P
Duke Sen. Thou fhalt have one.
To blow on whom I please; for so fools have:
They most must laugh: And why, fir, muft they fo?
The why is plain as way to parish church:
He, that a fool doth very wifely hit,
Even by the fquandring glances of the fool.
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Duke Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. Jaq. 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,
That thou with licence of free foot haft caught,
fuit ;]-a pun-petition, and drefs.
as large a charter as the wind,]—
"The air, a chartered libertine, is ftill."
HENRY V, A&t I, S. 1. Cant.
a as the brutish fting]-as the brute, whom kindly rage doth fting.
That can therein tax any private party?
That says, his bravery is not on my cost,
There then; How then? What then? Let me fee wherein
Enter Orlando, with his fword drawn.
Orla. Nor fhall not, 'till neceffity be ferv'd.
Jaq. What kind fhould this cock come of?
Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress;
Or elfe a rude defpifer of good manners,
That in civility thou feem'ft fo empty?
Orla. You touch'd my vein at firft; the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the fhew
Of smooth civility: yet am I in-land bred,
'Till I and my affairs are answered.
Jaq. An you will not
Be answered with reafon, I muft die.
Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gentleness shall force,
More than your force move us to gentleness.
Orla. I atmoft die for food, and let me have it.
Duke Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.
Of stern 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,
Duke Sen. True is it, that we have feen better days;
Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while,
f upon demand ]-on asking for it-upon command.