'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, Jaq. O worthy fool!—One that hath been a courtier ; And says, if ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know't: and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd In mangled forms.-O, that I were a fool! Duke S. Thou shalt have one. Jaq. To blow on whom I please; for so fools have: Doth very foolishly, although he smart, The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd Even by the squandering glances of the fool. Invest me in my motley; give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through If they will patiently receive my medicine. Duke S. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good? Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin: For thou thyself hast been a libertine, As sensual as the brutish sting itself; And all th' embossèd sores and headed evils, (64) Who can come in, and say that I mean her, That says his bravery is not on my cost Thinking that I mean him-but therein suits His folly to the mettle of my speech? There then; how then? what then? Let me see wherein (66) Enter ORLANDO with his sword drawn. Orl. Forbear, and eat no more! Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet. Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd. Duke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress, Or else a rude despiser of good manners, That in civility thou seem'st so empty? Orl. You touch'd my vein at first: the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility: yet am I inland bred, He dies that touches any of this fruit Jaq. An you will not be answered with reason, I must die. force, More than your force move us to gentleness. Orl. I almost die for food; and (67) let me have it. Duke S. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table. I thought that all things had been savage here; And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, Duke S. True is it that we have seen better days, Orl. Then but forbear your food a little while, And we will nothing waste till you return. Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good comfort! Duke S. Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and universal theatre [Exit. Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Jaq. And then(70) the whining schoolboy, with his satchel Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then the soldier, (70) Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing. Re-enter ORLANDO, with ADAM. Duke S. Welcome. Set down your venerable burden, And let him feed. Orl. I thank you most for him. 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.— Ami. Song. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, 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. 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(73) the good Sir Roland's son,As you have whisper'd faithfully you were, And as mine eye doth his effigies witness That lov'd your father: the residue of your fortune, [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I. A room in the palace. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, OLIVER, Lords, and Attendants. Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be : But were I not the better part made mercy, |