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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 bravery is not on my coft;
Thinking, that I mean him; but therein futes
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 word drawn.
Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.
Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.
Orla. Nor shalt not, 'till necessity be serv'd.
Faq. Of what kind should this cock come of?
Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy ditrefs ?
Or elle a rude despiser of good manners,
That in civility thou seem'it fo empty ?
Orla. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point
Of bare distress ha:h ta'en from me the shew
Of smooth civility; yet am I in-land bred,
And know fome nurture :. But forbear, I say :.
He dies, that touches any of this fruit,
'Till I and my affairs are answered.
Jag. If you 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.
[force, Orla. I almoft die for food, and let me have it. Duke Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our tables
Orla. Speak you fo gently? pardon me, I pray you ;. I thought, that all things had been savage here; And therefore put I on the countenance Of ftern commandment. But whate'er you are,
in th esert 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 sate at any good man's feast ;
If ever from your eyelids 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 fate at good men's feasts, and wip'd our eyes
Of drops, that sacred pity hath engender'd:
And therefore fit you down in gentleness,
And take upon command what help we have,
That to your wanting may be miniftred.
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 ttep
Limp'd in pure love; 'till he be first fuffic'd,
Oppress'd with two weak evils age and hunger,
I will not touch a bit.
Duke Sen... Go find him out, .
And we will nothing waste 'till you return.
Orla. I thank ye; and be bless’d for your good com-
Duke Sen. Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy:
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants, than the scene
Wherein we 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 foail
Unwillingly to school. And then, the lover;
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then, a soldier;
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel;
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice
In fair round. belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise faws (13.) and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The fixth age shifts
Into the lean and Nipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on fide;
His youthful hose well fav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes,
And whistles in his found. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, fans eyes,
sans taste, fans every thing.
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
I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.
Duke Sen. Welcome, fall io: I will not trouble you,
As yet to question you about your fortunes.
Give us some musick; and, good cousin, ting.
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,
Altho? thy breath be rude. (13)
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Heigh ho! fing, heigh ho! unto the green holly;
Most friendship is feigning; most loving mere folly:
Then heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That doft not bite so nigh-
As benefits forgot :
Tho' thou the waters warp,
Thy fting is not so sharp
As friend remembred not.
Heigh ho! fing, & Co
Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's song
As you have whisper'd faithfully you were,
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness,
Most truly limn'd, and living in your face,
Be truly welcome hither. I'm the Duke,
That lovd your father. The residue 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;
O.T see him since? Sir, Sir, that canrot b?:
But were I not the better
I thould not seek an absent argument
of my revenge, thou present: 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 seek a living in our territory.
Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine,
Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands;
'Till thou cauft 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, push him out of doors ; And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent upon his house and lands : Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunto
SCENE changes to the Forest.
love ;; And thou thrice-crowned Queen of nightfurvey,, With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
Thy huntress' name that my full life doth fway;
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
where. Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree, The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive the. [Exit.
Enter Corin and Clown.. Cår. And how like you this shepherd's life, Mr. Touch fone ?
Clo. 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 folitary, 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 re. fpect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much againft my fomach. Haft any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?