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Limp'd in pure love; 'till he be first suffic'd,—
Duke Sen. Go find him out,
And we will nothing wafte till you return.
Orla. I thank ye; and be blefs'd for your good com
Duke Sen. Thou seeft, we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and univerfal theatre
Prefents more woful pageants than the scene 'Which we do play in.
Jaq. All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms:
And then, the whining school-boy, with his fatchel,
Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice;
In fair round belly, with good capon lin❜d,
Wherein we play in.
Mewling]-crying in a feeble tone.
wife faws and modern inftances,]-old fayings, and tales of events, which fell within his own memory, or obfervation.
Into the lean and 'flipper'd pantaloon;
Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans tafte, fans every thing.
Duke Sen. Welcome: Set down your venerable burden, And let him feed.
Orla. I thank you most for him.
I scarce can speak to thank you
Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to. I will not trouble you As yet, to question you about your fortunes:Give us fome mufick; and, good coufin, fing.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
1 flipper'd pantaloon ;]—a favourite Italian character, meagre, shri vell'd, and fqueaking.
mankind-unnatural, contrary to thy kind.
Because thou art not feen,]-doft not confront us in a vifible form, infult us with thy prefence, as well as thy rude voice-the fight of an ingrate is cutting in the extreme.
Heigh bo! fing, beigh bo! unto the green bolly:
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Though thou the waters warp,
As friend remember'd not.
Duke Sen. If that you were the good fir Rowland's fon,As you have whispered faithfully you were; And as mine eye doth his effigies witness Moft truly limn'd, and living in your face,Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke, That lov'd your father: The refidue of your fortune, Go to my cave and tell me.-Good old man, Thou art right welcome, as thy master is :Support him by the arm-Give me your hand, And let me all your fortunes understand.
Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.
Duke. Not fee him fince? Sir, fir, that cannot be : But were I not the better part made mercy,
• the waters warp,]-change their furface from a plane to a concavez wrinkle, render it uneven-coagulate, curdle them.
"That's curdled by the froft.' "CORIOLANUS, A&t V, S. 3. Cor.
I should not feek an Pabfent argument
my revenge, thou prefent: But look to it;
Thy lands, and all things that thou doft call thine,
Oli. Oh, that your highness knew my heart in this: I never lov'd my brother in my life.
Duke. More villain thou.-Well, pufh him out of doors;
And let my officers of such a nature
Make an extent upon his house and lands:
S CE E N NE
Orla. Hang there, my verfe, in witness of my And, thou, thrice-crowned queen of night furvey With thy chafte eye, from thy pale sphere above,
Thy huntress' name, that my full life doth fway. O Rofalind! these trees fhall be my books,
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; That every eye, which in this forest looks,
Shall fee thy virtue witness'd every where.
Pabfent argument]-subject, the absent Orlando.
officers of fuch a nature &c.]-the proper officers eftimate his effects at their full value, with all despatch, and turn him adrift.
▾ thrice-crowned queen of night,]-alluding to her triple character of Proferpine, Cynthia, and Diana. s character;]-infcribe.
Run, run, Orlando; carve, on every tree,
Cor. And how like you this fhepherd's life, master Touchstone?
Clo. Truly, fhepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in refpect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In refpect that it is folitary, I like it very well; but in refpect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in refpect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Haft any philofophy in thee, shepherd?
Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one fickens, the worse at eafe he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends: That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: That good pasture makes fat sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is the lack of the fun: That he, that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of very dull kindred.
Clo. Such a one is a natural philofopher. Waft ever in court, fhepherd ?
Cor. No, truly.
Clo. Then thou art damn'd.
Cor. Nay, I hope,
Clo. Truly, thou art damn'd; "like an ill-roafted egg, all on one fide.
Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.
of good breeding,]-of the lack of it; of the inefficacy of a good education. w like an ill-roafted egg, all on one fide.]—for being but half bred, as the egg for being but half roafted.