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

fort!

[Exit

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,

A

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,
With
eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wife faws and modern inftances,
And fo he plays his
part:
The fixth age

fhifts

Wherein we play in.

Mewling]-crying in a feeble tone.

i pard,]-leopard.

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

Into

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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.

SONG.

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

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 :

0

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.

―

ACT III.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.

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

Of

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.

[Exeunt.

S CE E N NE
The Foreft.

Enter Orlando.

love:

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,

II.

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, run, Orlando; carve, on every tree,
The fair, the chafte, and 'unexpreffive she.
Enter Corin and Clown.

[Exit.

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.

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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.

unexpreffive]-inexpreffible.

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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.

Clo.