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Clo. And mine ; but it grows something itale with me.

Cel. I pray you, one of you question yond man,
If he for gold will give us any food;
I faint almost to death.

Clo. Holla; you, Clown !
Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman.
Cor. Who calls ?
Clo. Your Betters, Sir.
Cor. Else they are

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wretched.
Rof. Peace, i fay; good even to you, friend.
Cor. And to you, gentle Sir, and to you all.

Rof. I pr’ythee, shepherd, if that love or gold
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may reit ourselves, and feed;
Here's a young maid with travel much oppress’d,
And faints for succour.

Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,
And wish for her fake, more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her :
But I am a Shepherd to another man,
And do not sheer the fleeces that I graze;
My matter is of churlish disposition,
And little wreaks to find the way to heav'n
By doing deeds of hospitality:
Besides, his Coate, his flocks, and bounds of feed
Are now on sale, and at our sheep-coate now,
By reaton of his absence, there is nothing
That you will feed on; but what is, come see ;
And in my voice most welcome shall you be.

Rof. What is he, that shall buy his flock and pasture !

Cor. That young swain, that you saw here but ere while, That little cares for burying any thing.

Rol. I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
Buy thou the coctage, pasture and the flock,
And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.

Cel. And we will mend thy wages.
I like this place, and willingly could waste
My time in it.

Cor. Afluredly the thing is to be sold;
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Go with me ; if you like, upon report,
The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
I will your very faithful feeder be ;
And buy it with your gold right suddenly,

[Excunt.

SCENE changes to a defert Part of the FOREST,

Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.

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Jag. More, more, I prythee, more.
Ami. It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaguesi

Jaq. I thank it; more, I pr’ythee, more; I fuck melancholy out of a Song, as a weazel sucks eggs : more, I pr’ythee, more.

Ami. My voice is rugged; I know, I cannot please you.

Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to fing; come, come, another Atanzo; call you 'em Itanzo's ?

Ami. What you will, Monsieur Jaques.

Jag. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me nothing -Will you fing?

Ami. More at your request, than to please myfelf.

Jag. 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 heartily, mechinks, i bave given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, fing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.

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Ami. Well, I'll end the song, 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 disputable for my company : I think of as many matters as he, but I give heav'n thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, comc.

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Wbo doth ambition foun,
And loves to lie i'th' Sun,
Seeking the food be eats,
And pleas’d with what he gets;
Come bither, come hither, come hither :

Here fall be fee

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.
Faq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made
yesterday in despight of my invention.

Ami. And l'll fing it.
Jaq. Thus it goes.

If it do come to pass,
That any man turn ass ;
Leaving bis wealth and easi
A stubborn will to please,
Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame;

Here shall be fee

Gross fools as he,

An' if he will come to make
Ami. What's that ducdame?

Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into
circle. I'll go to sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail
against all the first born of E ypt.
Ami. And I'll go seek the Duke : his banquet is pre-

(Exeuni, jeverally. Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further ; O, I die

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for food! here lie I down, and measure qut my grave Farewel, kind master.

Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? live a little ; comfort a little ; cheer thyfelf a little. If this uncouth foreft 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. Por 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 something to eat, I'll give thee leave to die. But if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said, thou look'it cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou lieft in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to some shelter, and thou halt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam.

[Exeunt.
Enter Duke Sen. and Lords. [A Table set out.
Duke Sen. I think, he is transform'd into a beast,
For I can no where find him like a man.

i Lord. My Lord he is bot even now gone hence: Here was ne merry, bearing of a song.

Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow musical,
We shall have shortly discord in the fpheres :
Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him.

Enter Jaques.
1. Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach.

Duke Sen. Why, how now, Monsieur, what a life is this?
That your poor friends muft woo your company?
What! you look merrily.

Jag. A fool, a fool; I met a fool i'th' forest,
A motley fool; a miserable world !
As I do live by food, I met a fool,
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms, and yet a motley fool.
Good-mortow, fool, quoth I. No, Sir, quoth he,

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Call me not fool, 'till heaven hath sent me fortune;
And then he drew a dial from his poak,
And looking on it with lack luftre eye,
Says, very wisely, it is ten a clock:
Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags:
'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
And then from hour to hour we rot and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale. When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools thould be so deep contemplative :
And I did laugh, fans intermiflion,
An hour by his dial. O noble fool,
A worthy fool ! motley's the only wear,

Duke Sen. What fool is this?

Jaq. O worthy fool! one that hath been a Courtier, And says, if ladies be but young and fair, They have the gift to know it and in his brain, Which is as dry as the remainder bikket After a voyage, he hath strange places cram'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. O that I were a fool ! I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Duke Sen. Thou shalt have one.

Jaq. It is my only suit; Provided, that you weed your better judgments Of all opinion, that grows rank in them, That I am wise. I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please ; for fo fools have; And they that are most galled with my folly, They most must laugh : and why, Sir, muft they fo?

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