"faid with weeping tears, Wear thefe for my fake. "We that are true lovers, run into ftrange capers; "but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love "mortal in folly." Rof. Thou speak'ft wifer, than thou art ware of. Clo. Nay, I fhall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, till I break my fhins against it. Rof. Jove! Jove! this fhepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion. Clo. And mine; but it grows fomething ftale with me, Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man, If he for gold will give us any food; 1 faint almoft to death. Clo. Holla; you, clown! Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman. Cor. Who calls? Clo. Your betters, Sir. Cor. Elfe they are very wretched. Rof. Peace, I fay; Good even to you, friend. Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her, And wish for her fake, more than for mine own; But I am shepherd to another man, And do not fheer the fleeces that I grafe; Befides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed Rof. What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture? while, That little cares for buying any thing. Ref. Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with honesty, I like this place, and willingly could wafte Cor. Affuredly, the thing is to be fold; And buy it with your gold right fuddenly. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Changes to a defart part of the forefts Enter Amiens, Jaques and others. SONG. Under the greenwood-tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note, Unto the fweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither Here fhall he fee No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Jaq More, more, I pr'ythee, more. Ami. It will make you melancholy, Monfieur Jaques. Jaq. I thank it; more, I pr'ythee, more; I can fuck melancholy out of a fong, as a weafel fucks eggs: morẻ, I pr'ythee more. Ami. My voice is rugged; I know I cannot please you. Faq. "I do not defire you to please me, I do defire you to fing;" come, come, another ftanzo; call you em ftanzo's? Ami. What you will, Monfieur Jaques.. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me nothing,Will you fing? Ami. More at your requeft, than to please myself. Faq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but that they call compliments, is like the encounter of two dog-apes, And when a man thanks me me heartily, methinks I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, fing; and you that will not, hold your tongues. Ami. Well, I'll end the fong, Sirs; cover the while; the Duke will dine under this tree; he hath been all this day to look you. Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too difputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he, but I give Heav'n thanks, and make no boaft of them. Come, warble, come. SONG. Who doth ambition fbun, And pleas'd with what he gets; Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here fhall he fee No enemy But winter and rough weather. Jaq. I'll give you a verfe to this note, that I made yefterday in defpight of my invention. Ami. And I'll fing it. Jaq. Thus it goes. If it do come to pass, That any man turn afs; Leaving his wealth and cafe A ftubborn will to please, Duc ad me, duc ad me, duc ad me ; Here fhall he fee Grofs fools as he, An if he will come to me. Ami. What's that Duc ad me ? Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. go to fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail againft all the first born of Egypt. I'll Ami. And I'll go feek the Duke; his banquet is pre[Exeunt, feverally. par'd. SCENE VI. Enter Örlando and Adam. Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further; O, I die for for food! here lie I down, and meafure out my grave. Farewell, kind master. 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 favage, 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 prefently; and if I bring thee not fomething to cat, I'll give thee leave to die. But if thou dieft before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well, faid, thou look'ft cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou lieft in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to fome shelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this defart. Cheerly, good Adam. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Enter Duke fen. and Lords. [A table fet out. Duke fen. I think he is transform'd into a beast. For I can no where find him like a man. 1 Lord. My Lord, he is but even now gone hence. Here was he merry, hearing of a fong. Duke fen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical, Enter Jaques. 1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach. Duke fen. Why, how now, Monfieur, what a life is this, That your poor friends muft woo your company? What? you look merrily. Jaq. A fool, a fool;-I met a fool i' th' foreft, A motley fool; a miserable varlet! As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the fun, Good morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he, X • And And then he drew a dial from his poak, Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags: A worthy fool! motley's the only wear. Jaq. "O worthy fool! one that hath been a courtier, "And fays, if ladies be but young and fair, "They have a gift to know it: and in his brain, "Which is as dry as the remainder-bisket "After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd "With obfervation, the which he vents "In mangled forms." O that I were a fool! Duke fen. Thou shalt have one. Provided that you weed your better judgments "Withal, as large a charter as the wind, "To blow on whom I pleafe; for fo fools have; "And they that are moft galled with my folly, "They moft muft laugh. And why, Sir, muft they fo? "The why is plain, as way to parish-church; "He whom a fool doth very wifely hit, "Doth very foolishly, although he fmart, "Not to feem fenfelefs of the bob. "The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd If not, "Even by the fquand'ring glances of a fool.” To fpeak my mind, and I will through and through |