« ПредишнаНапред »
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to seem senseless of the bob.
The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd
Even by the squandring glances of a fool.
Invest me in my motley, give me leave
To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Duke Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldit do,
Jaq. What for a counter, would I do but good?
Duke Sen. Most mischievous foul fin, in chiding fins For thou thyself haft been a libertine, As sensual as the brutish fting itself; And all the embossed sores and headed evils, That thou with licence of free foot haft caught, Wouldit thou disgorge into the general world,
Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride, That can therein tax any private party ?. Doth it not flow as hugely as the fea, 'Till that the very very means do ebb? What woman in the city do I name, 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 fee wherein My tongue hath wrong'd him; if it do him right,
Seem fenseless of the bob. If not, &c.] Befides that the third Verse is defective one whole Foot in Measure, the Tenour of what Jaques continues to say, and the Reasoning of the Passage, thew it is no less defective in the Sense. There is no doubt, but the two little Monofyllables, which I have supplyed, were either by Accident wanting in the Manuscript Copy, or by Inadvertence were left out at Prefs.
The he hath wrong'd himself ; if he be free,
Why then my taxing, like a wild goose, fies
Unclaimed of any man.
But who comes here?
Enter Orlando, with Sword drawn.
Orla. Forbear and eat no more.
Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet,
Oria. Nor shalt thou, 'till neceflity be fervd.
Jag. Of what kind should this Cock come of
Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress?
Or else a rude despiser of good manners,
That in civility thou seem'it fo.empiy ?
Orla. You couch'd my vein ac firft; the thorny point
Of bare dittress bach ta'en from me the fhew.
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 muft die.
Duke Son. What would you have it Your gentlenefa
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 favage here;
And therefore put I on the countenance
Of itern commandment But whate'er you are,
That in this desert inaccessible,
Under the shade of melanchy boughs,
Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever you have look'd on better days;
If ever been where bells have knollid 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 late at good men's feasts, and wip'd our eyes
Of drops, that facred pity hath engender'd :
And therefore at you down in gentleness,
And take upon command what help we have,
That to your wanting may be ministred.
Orlu. 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 ftep
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 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 feven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms:
And then, the whining school-boy with his fatchely:
And thining 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 frange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in bonour, 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 fevere, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wife faws and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The fixth age
Into the lean and slipper'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, sans 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 you need,
I scarce 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 some mulick; and, good cousin, sing.
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.
Heigh bo ! Ting, bigb ho! unto the green holly ;
Mot friendship is feigning ; most loving mere felly:
Then beigb ho, the bolly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, ibou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite to nigh
As benefits forgot
Tho' thou the water's warp,
T by fling is not fo sbarp
As friend remembred not.
Heigh bo ! king, &c.
Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's fons
As you have whifper'd faithfully you were,
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness,
Most 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 fortang
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 underfand.
OT see him fince: Sir, .Sir, that cannot be :
But were I not the better part made
I thould not feek an abfent 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 doÂ call thine,
Worth feisure, do we feize into our hands ;
'Til thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.