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Doth very foolishly, although he fmart,
The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd
Even by the fquandring glances of a fool.
To speak my mind, and I will through and through
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Duke Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do,
As fenfual as the brutish fting itself ;
And all the embossed fores and headed evils,
That fays, his bravery is not on my coft;
His folly to the metal of my speech?
There then; how then? what then? let me fee wherein
My tongue hath wrong'd him; if it do him right,
Seem fenfelefs of the bob. If not, &c.] Befides that the third Verfe is defective one whole Foot in Measure, the Tenour of what Jaques continues to fay, and the Reasoning of the Paffage, fhew it is no lefs defective in the Senfe. There is no doubt, but the two little Monofyllables, which I have fupplyed, were either by Accident wanting in the Manufcript Copy, or by Inadvertence were left out at Prefs.
The he hath wrong'd himfelf; if he be free,
But who comes here?
Enter Orlando, with Sword drawn.
Orla. Forbear and eat no more.
Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet,
Orla. Nor fhalt thou, 'till neceffity be ferv'd.
That in civility thou feem'it fo empty ?
Orla. You touch'd my vein at firft; the thorny point
Of smooth civility; yet am I in-land bred,
Jaq. If you will not
Be answered with: reason, I must die.
Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gentleness fhall force,
More than your force move us to gentleness.
Orla, 1 almost die for food, and let me have it.
I thought, that all things had been favage here;
Of itern commandment But whate'er you are,
Under the fhade of melanchy boughs,
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 feen better days;
Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while,
Duke Sen. Go find him out,
And we will nothing wafte till you return.
Orla. I thank ye; and be blefs'd for your good com
[Exit. Duke Sen. Thou feeft, we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and univerfal Theatre
Prefents more woful pageants, than the scene
Jaq. All the world's a Stage,
And all the men and women meerly Players;
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the juftice
Full of wife faws and modern inftances,
Is fecond childishness, and mere oblivion,
Enter Orlando, with Adam.
Duke Sen. Welcome: fet down your venerable burden, And let him feed.
Orla. I thank you moft for him.
I fcarce can fpeak 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.
S ON G.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not fo unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Altho' thy breath be rude.
Heigh bo! fing, high bo! unto the green holly;
Moft friendship is feigning;
most loving mere folly':
Tho' thou the waters warp,
Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's fon As you have whifper'd faithfully you were, And as mine eye doth his effigies witnefs, Moft truly limm'd, and living in your face, Be truly welcome hither. I'm the Duke, That lov'd your father. The refidue of your fortung 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.
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SCENE, the PALACE.
OT fee him fince? Sir, Sir, that cannot be:
Of my revenge, thou prefent: but look to it;
Seek him with candle: bring him dead or living,
Thy lands and all things that thou doft call thine,