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Orla. Why, how now, Adam ! no greater heart in thee? Live a little ; comfort a little ; cheer thyself a little : If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my fake be comfortable ; hold death a while at the arm's end : I will be here with thee presently; and if I bring thee not something to eat, l'll give thee leave to die : but if thou dieft before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said ! thou look'st cheerly: and I'll be with thee quickly. Yet thou liest in the bleak air : Come, I will bear thee to some shelter ; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this defert. Cheerly, good Adam !

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Enter Duke Senior and lords. [A table set out. Duke Sen. I think he is transform'd into a beast; For I can no where find him like a man.

i Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence, Here was he merry, hearing of a fong.

Duke Sen. If he, 'compact of jars, grow musical,
We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :
Go, seek him ; tell him, I would speak with him.

Enter Jaques.
i Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach.

Duke Sen. Why, how now, monsieur ! what a life is this, That your poor friends must woo your company ?

compact of jars,]-composed of discords.


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,
And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms,- and yet a motley fool.
Good-morrow, fool, quoth I; No, fir, quoth he,
Call me not fool, till beaven bath sent me fortune :
And then he drew a dial from his poke;
And looking on it with lack-luftre eye,
Says, very wisely, It is ten a-clock :
Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags:
'Tis but an bour ago, since it was nine ;
And after one bour more, 'twill be eleven ;
And so, from bour to bour, we ripe, and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot,
And thereby bangs a tale. When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools should be so deep contemplative;
And I did laugh, sans intermiffion,
An hour by his dial.- noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.
Duke Sen. What fool is this?

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 it: and in his brain, --
Which is as dry as the remainder bisket
After a voyage,-he hath strange places crammid
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms :-0, that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.

" motley fool,]-in a party-colour'd coat. VOL. II.



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Duke Sen. Thou shalt have one.

Jaq. It is my only wsuit ;
Provided, that you weed your better judgments
Of all opinion that grows rank in them,
That I am wise.

I must have liberty
Withal, * as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please ; for so fools have:
And they that are most gauled with my folly,
They most must laugh: And why, sir, muft they so?
The why is plain as way to parish church:
He, that a fool doth very wisely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not,
The wise man's folly is ' anatomiz'd
Even by the ? squandring glances of the fool.
Invest me in my motley; give me leave
To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of the infected world,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.

Duke Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou would't do.
Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good ?

Duke Sen. Most mischievous foul fin, in chiding lin: For thou thyself haft been a libertine, As sensual as the brutish sting itself; And all the embossed sores, and headed evils, That thou with licence of free foot haft caught, Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world,

Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,


suit;]-a pun--petition, and dress.
as large a charter as the wind, ]-
“ The air, a chartered libertine, is still.”

HENRY V, Act I, S. 1. Cant. y anatomiz'dj-display'd.

Squandring)-random. à as the brutish fling)-as the brute, whom kindly rage doth fting.


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That can therein "tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
'Till that the very very means do ebb?
What woman in the city do I name,
When that I say, The city woman bears
The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ?
Who can come in, and say, that I mean her,
When such a one as she, such is her neighbour ?
Or what is he of baseft function,
That says, his a bravery is not on my cost,
(Thinking that I mean him) but therein suits
His folly to the metal of my speech?
There then; How then? What then? Let me see wherein
My tongue hath wrong’d him : if it do him right,
Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,
Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies,
Unclaim'd of any man.-But who comes here?

Enter Orlando, with bis sword drawn.
Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.
Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.
Orla. Nor shall not, 'till necessity be serv’d.
Jaq. What kind should this cock come of ?

Duke Sen. Art thou chus bolden'd, man, by thy distress;
Or elfe a rude despiser of good manners,
That in civility thou seem'st so empty?

Orla. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the shew Of smooth civility: yet am I in-land bred, And know some nurture : But forbear, I say ; He dies, that touches any of this fruit, 'Till I and my affairs are answered. .

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will not Be answered with reason, I must die. Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gentleness shall

More than your force move us to gentleness.

Orla. I atmost die for food, and let me have it.
Duke Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.

Orla. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you;
I thought, that all things had been savage here;
And therefore


I on the countenance
of stern commandment: But whate'er you are,
That in this desert inaccessible,
Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever you have look'd on better days;
If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church;
If ever sat at any good man's feast;
If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied;
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be:
In the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword.

Duke Sen. True is it, that we have seen better days;
And have with holy bell been knolld to church;
And fat at good men's feasts; and wip'd our eyes
Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd :
And therefore sit you down in gentleness,
And take' upon demand what help we have
That to your wanting may be ministred.

Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while,
Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,
And give it food. There is an old poor man,
Who after me hath many a weary step


upon demand ]-on asking for it upon command.

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