SCENE V.-Another part of the Forest. A Table set out. Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, Lords, and others. Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast For I can no where find him like a man. 1st Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence; Here was he merry, hearing of a song. Duke S. If he, compact of jars, grow musical, 1st Lord. He saves my labor by his own approach. Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur! what a life is this That your poor friends must woo your company? What! you look merrily. Jaq. A fool, a fool! -I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool;-a miserable world!— As I do live by food, I met a fool; Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags: Duke S. What fool is this? Jaq. O worthy fool!—One that hath been a courtier ; And say, if ladies be but young, and fair, They have the gift to know it: 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. It is my only suit; Even by the squandering glances of the fool. To speak my mind, and I will through and through If they will patiently receive my medicine. Duke S. Fye on thee! I can tell what thou would'st do. For thou thyself hast been a libertine. Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride, That says, his bravery is not on my cost, There then How, what then? Let me see wherein Enter ORLANDO, with his sword drawn. Orl. Forbear, and eat no more. 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 Till I and my affairs are answered. Jaq. An you will not be answered with reason, I must die. Duke S. What would you have? Your gentleness shall forca More than your force move us to gentleness. Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it. Duke S. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table. Orl. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you. 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, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while, Duke S. Go find him out, And we will nothing waste till you return. Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good comfort! Presents more woeful pageants than the scene All the world's a stage. Jaq. [Exu And one man in his time plays many parts, And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, age shifts Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice, 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. 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 :— Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing. AMIENS sings. SONG. I. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly: This life is most jolly. As II. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Though thou the waters warp, Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! &c. Duke S. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son,you have whisper'd faithfully, you were; And as mine eye doth his effigies witness Most truly limn'd, and living in your face,- That lov'd your father: The residue of your fortune, Support him by the arm.-Give me your hand, And let me all your fortunes understand. [Exeunt. Duke Frederick on discovering the flight of his daughter and Rosalind, suspects that Orlando has aided them. He sends for Oliver, and commands him to seek the fugitives. Orlando remains in the forest under the protection of the banished Duke. ACT III. The Forest. Enter ORLANDO, with a paper. Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love : And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. Enter CORIN, and TOUCHSTONE. [Exit. Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, master Touchstone? 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 Nee, shepherd? Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one sickens, the worse |