When that I fay, the city-woman bears That fays, his bravery is not on my coft; There then; how then? what then? let me fee wherein Enter Orlando, with fword drawn. Orla. Forbear, and eat no more. Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet. Orla. Nor fhalt not, 'till neceffity be ferv'd. faq. Of what kind should this cock come of? Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress? Or else a rude defpifer of good manners, That in civility thou feem'ft fo empty ? Orla. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point Of bare diftrefs hath ta'en from me the fhew Of fmooth civility; yet am I in-land bred, And know fome nurture: But forbear, I fay :. He dies, that touches any of this fruit, 'Till I and my affairs are answered. Jaq. If you will not Be anfwered with reafon, I must die. Duke Sen. What would you have? your gentleness shall More than your force move us to gentleness. Orla. I almost die for food, and let me have it. [force, Duke Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table. Orla. Speak you fo gently? pardon me, I pray you ;. I thought, that all things had been favage here; And therefore put I on the countenance Of ftern commandment. But whate'er you are, Under the fhade of melancholy boughs, Lofe Lofe and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; Duke Sen. True is it, that we have seen better days; Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while, I will not touch a bit. Duke Sen. Go find him out, and hunger, And we will nothing wafte 'till you return. Orla. I thank ye; and be blefs'd for your good com fort! [Exit. Duke Sen. Thou feeft, we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and univerfal theatre Prefents more woeful pageants, than the scene Jaq. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; · And then, the whining fchool-boy with his fatchel, Made Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then, a foldier; Even in the cannon's mouth. And then. the justice Duke Sen. Welcome: Set down your venerable burden, And let him feed. Orla. I thank you most for him. I fcarce can speak to thank you for myself. Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you, As yet to question you about your fortunes. Give us fome mufick; and, good coufin, fing. SON G. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not fo unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Becaufe thou art not feen, Altho? thy breath be rude. (13) and modern inftances,] It is very obfervable that Shakeff are ufes modern exactly in the mar ner the Greeks ufed nano;; which i gnifie; fon:etimes in their writings novus, recens; and fometimes aljurdus. Mr. Warburton Heigh ho! fing, heigh ho! unto the green holly; This life is moft jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Tho' thou the waters warp, As friend remembred not. Heigh ho! fing, &a. Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son, 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 lov'd your father. The refidue of your fortune Go to my cave and tell me. Good old man, Thou art right welcome, as thy mafter is; Support him by the arm; give me your hand,. And let me all your fortunes understand. [Exeunti N ACT III. SCENE, the Palace. Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver. DUKE. WOT fee him fince? Sir, Sir, that canrot b:: But were I not the better part made mercy, Seek him with candle: Bring him dead or living, Within this twelvemonth; or turn thou no more: Thy lands and all things that thou doft call thine, 'Till thou canft quit thee by thy brother's mouth, 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 fuch a nature Make an extent upon his house and lands: Do this expediently, and turn him going. SCENE changes to the Forest. Enter Orlando. [Exeunt Orla. Ang there, my verfe, in witness of my love; And thou thrice crowned Queen of night furvey, With thy chafte eye, from thy pale fphere above, Thy huntress' name that my full life doth fway. O Rofalind! thefe trees fhall be my books, And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; That every eye, which in this foreft looks, Shall fee thy virtue witness'd every where. Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree, The fair, the chafte, and unexpreffive the. Enter Corin and Clown.. Cor. And how like you this fhepherd's life, Mr. Touch flone? [Exit. Clo. Truly, fhepherd, in refpect of itfelf, it is a good life; but in refpect that it is a fhepherd's life, it is naught. In refpect that it is folitary, I like it very well; but in refpect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in refpect it is in the fields, it pleafeth me well; but in refpect 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 against my ftomach. Haft any philofophy in thee, fhepherd? Ger. |