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 comfort!

[Exit

Duke Sen. Thou seeft, we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and universal 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 shining morning face, creeping like snail
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 1pard,
Jealous in honour, fudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the juftice;
In fair round belly, with good capon lin❜d,

With eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wife faws and modern inftances,

k

And fo he plays his part: The fixth age

& Wherein we play in.

Mewling]-crying in a feeble tone.

fhifts

i pard,]-leopard.

k 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;
With fpectacles 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 fcarce 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.

I flipper'd pantaloon ;]—a favourite Italian character, meagre, fhrivell'd, and fqueaking.

munkind-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.

As

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 most jolly.

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

Duke Sen. If that you were the good fir Rowland's fon,

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.

[Exeunt.

ACT III. 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 concavé; wrinkle, render it uneven— —coagulate, curdle them.

"the ificle

"That's curdled by the froft."

CORIOLANUS, A&t V, S. 3. Cor.
P 4
I fhould

I should not feek an abfent 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;
1

And let my officers of fuch a nature

Make an extent upon his house and lands:

Do this expediently, and turn him going.

SCENE

The Foreft.

Enter Orlando.

[Exeunt.

II.

Orla. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love:
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 sway.
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.

P abfent argument]-subject, the abfent Orlando.

9 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.

character ;]-infcribe.

Run,

Run, run, Orlando; carve, on every tree,
The fair, the chaste, and 'unexpreffive she.

Enter Corin and Clown.

[Exit.

Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, master Touchstone?

Clo. Truly, fhepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect 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 respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a fpare 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 philosophy 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 philosopher. Wast 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.

t

Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.

unexpreffive]-inexpreffible.

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.