Even in the cannon's mouth: and then, the justice; Re-enter ORLANDO, with adam. Duke S. Welcome. burden, And let him feed. Orl. Set down your venerable I thank you most for him. Adam. So had you need; I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Duke S. Welcome; fall to: I will not trouble you As yet, to question you about your fortunes.- 1 Trite, common. 2 In allusion to a character in the Italian comedy called Il Pantalone, who is a thin emaciated old man in slippers. Amiens sings. SONG. I. Blow, blow, thou winter wind. Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly: This life is most jolly. II. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd' not. Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! &c. Duke S. If that you were the good sir Rowland's As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were; That loved your father: the residue of your fortune, 1 Remembering. Go to my cave, and tell me.-Good old man, [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. A room in the palace. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, OLIVER, Lords, and At tendants. Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be: But were I not the better part made mercy, I should not seek an absent argument Of my revenge, thou present. But look to it; Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living, Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine, Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in 1 Acquit thyself. I never loved my brother in my life. Duke F. More villain thou.-Well, push him out of doors; And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent1 upon his house and lands. Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The forest. Enter ORLANDO, with a paper. Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love; And, thou, thrice-crowned queen of night,3 survey With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, Thy huntress' name, that my full life doth sway. O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books, And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; That every eye, which in this forest looks, Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. Run, run, Orlando; carve, on every tree, The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. [Exit. 4 Enter CORIN and TOUCHSTONE. Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, master Touchstone? 3 Alluding to the triple appellation of Proserpine, Cynthia, and Diana. 4 Inexpressible. Touch. Truly, shepherd, 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 solitary, I like it very well; but in respect 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 spare life, look you, it fits my humor well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one sickens, the worse at ease 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 lack of the sun; that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred. Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in court, shepherd? Cor. No, truly. Touch. Then thou art damned. Cor. Nay, I hope,—— Touch. Truly, thou art damned; like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side. Cor. For not being at court? Your reason. Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never saw'st good manners; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; |