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Limp'd in pure love; 'till he be first suffic'd,—
Opprefs'd with two weak evils, age and hunger,-
I will not touch a bit.

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:
They have their exits, and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,

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,
And fhining morning face, creeping like fnail
Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover;
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eye-brow: Then, a foldier;
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the 1 pard,
Jealous in honour, fudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice;

In fair round belly, with good capon lin❜d,
eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wife faws and modern inftances,
And fo he plays his
The fixth age


Wherein we play in.

Mewling]-crying in a feeble tone.

i pard,]-leopard.


wife faws and modern inftances,]-old fayings, and tales of events, which fell within his own memory, or obfervation.


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Into the lean and 'flipper'd pantaloon;
With spectacles on nofe, and pouch on fide;
His youthful hofe well fav'd, a world too wide
For his fhrunk fhank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his found: Last scene of all,
That ends this ftrange eventful history,
Is fecond childishness, and mere oblivion;

Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans tafte, fans every thing.
Re-enter Orlando, with Adam.

Duke Sen. Welcome: Set down your venerable burden, And let him feed.

Orla. I thank you most for him.
Adam. So had you need,

I scarce can speak to thank you

for myself.

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.

Amiens fings.


Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not fom unkind

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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:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, beigh bo, the bolly!
This life is moft jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That doft not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot :


Though thou the waters warp,
Thy fting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not.
Heigh bo! fing, &c.

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.




The Palace.

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.

-"the ificle

"That's curdled by the froft.' "CORIOLANUS, A&t V, S. 3. Cor.

I fhould

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I should not feek an Pabfent argument


my revenge, thou prefent: But look to it;
Find out thy brother, wherefoe'er he is;
Seek him with candle: bring him dead or living,
Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more
To feek a living in our territory.

Thy lands, and all things that thou doft call thine,
Worth feizure, do we feize into our hands;
'Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.

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:
Do this expediently, and turn him going.


The Foreft.

Enter Orlando.


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,
The fair, the chafte, and 'unexpreffive she.
Enter Corin and Clown.


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.

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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.


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