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My tongue hath wrong'd him; if it do him right,
.Enter Orlando, with Sword drawn.
tress? Or elle a rude despiser of good manners, That in civility thou seem'ft so empty?
Orla. You couch'd my vein at first, the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the Thew 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.
Jaq. If you will not Be answered with reason, I must die. Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gentleness
shall force, More than your force move us to gentleness.
Orla. I almost 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 cherefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are, That in this desart inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of timc; 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 feaft; If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear, And know what 'tis to pity, and be picied;
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be,
Duke Sen. True is it, that we have seen better days;
Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while,
Duke Sen. Go find him out,
[Exit. Duke Sen. Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal Theatre's Presents more woful pageants, than the scene Wherein we play in.
Jaq. All the world's a Stage, And all the men and women meerly 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 'satchel, And shining morning-face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then, the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woful 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 juftice In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
With eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut;
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes,
Enter Orlando, with Adam.
Orla. I thank you most for him.
Adam. So had you need,
Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you, As yet to question you
fortunes. Give us some musick; and, good cousin, sing.
As man's ingratitude ;
Altho' thy breath be rude.
Then heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly. (13)
and modern Instances,] It is very observable that Shakespeare uses modern exactly in the manner the Greeks used xouvos ; which fignifies sometimes in their Writings noths, recens; and sometimes abfurdus.
Fréeži, freeze, thou bitter 'sky, -
As benefits forgot :
As friend remembred not.
Heigh hol Ang; &c.
refidue of your fortune
SCENE, The P A LA C E..
Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.
DU K E.
But were I not the better part made mercy,
I should not seek an absent argument
Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine,
Oli. Oh, that your Highness knew my heart in this:
doors ; And let my officers of such a nature Make an Extent upon his house and lands : Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Excunt. SCENE changes to the Forest.
Enter Orlando. Orla. Ang there, my
And thou thrice-crowned Queen of Night
survey, With thy chaste eye, from thy palc sphere above,
Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway. 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 every where. Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree, The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive She. [Exit.
Enter Corin and Clown. Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, Mr. Touchftone ?
Clo. Truly, shepherd, in respect of it self, 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 humour well, but as there is no more plenty in it, i goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?