When that I say, the city-woman bears The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ? That says his bravery is not on my cost (Thinking that I mean him), but therein suits His folly to the mettle of my speech? There then; how then? what then? Let me see wherein Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, Enter ORLANDO, with his sword drawn. Orl. Forbear, and eat no more. Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet. Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd. Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of? Duke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress; Or else a rude despiser of good manners, That in civility thou seem'st so empty? Orl. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility: yet am I inland 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. An you will not be answered with reason, I must die. Duke S. What would you have? Your gentleness shall force More than your force move us to gentleness. Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it. Duke S. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table. Orl. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you: I thought, that all things had been savage here; Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear, Duke S. True is it that we have seen better days; Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while, Duke S. Go find him out, And we will nothing waste till you return. Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good comfort! [Exit. Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in. Jaq. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: 14 His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, Is second childishness and mere oblivion ; Re-enter ORLANDO, with ADAM. Duke S. Welcome. Set down your venerable burden, And let him feed. Orl. I thank you most for him. Adam. So had you need; I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Duke S. Welcome, fall to; I will not trouble you As yet, to question you about your fortunes. Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing. As SONG. 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, Although thy breath be rude.16 Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly: This life is most jolly. II. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.17 Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! &c. Duke S. If that you were the good Sir Roland's sonyou have whisper'd faithfully you were, And as mine eye doth his effigies witness Most truly limn'd, and living in your face- That lov'd your father: The residue of your fortune, [Exeunt. SCENE I-A Room in the Palace. Enter Duke FREDERICK, OLIVER, Lords, and Attendants. Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be: But were I not the better part made mercy, I should not seek an absent argument Of my revenge, thou present: but look to it; Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living, Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine |