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Who doth ambition fhun,

And loves to lie * i'th Sun.

Seeking the food be eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets;

Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here fhall be fee

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. I'll give thee a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in defpight of my invention.

Ami And I'll fing it.

Jaq. Thus it goes.

If it do come to pass

That any man turn ass;
Leaving his wealth and eafe
A fubborn will to please,
Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame † ;
Here fhall be fee
Gross fools as be

An' if he will come to me,

Ami. What's that ducdame?

Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go to fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the firft-born of Egypt.

Ami. And I'll go seek the Duke: his banquet is prepar❜d. [Exeunt, fever ally.

* Old Edition, to live. + For ducdame Sir T. Hanmer, very acutely and judiciously,

reads, duc ad me.
bring him to me.

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That is,

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SCENE VI.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further. O, I die for food! here lie I down, and meafure out my grave. -Farewel, kind master.

Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee?-live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth Foreft yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death, than thy powers. For my fake be comfortable, hold death a while at the arm's end: I will be here with thee presently, and if I bring thee not fomething to eat, I'll give thee leave to die; but if thou dieft before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour.-Well faid-thou look'st cheerly, and I'll be with you quickly. Yet thou lieft in the bleak air; come, I will bear thee to fome fhelter, and thou fhalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this Defert. Cheerly, good Adam. [Exeunt,

SCENE VII.

Another part of the FOREST.

Enter Duke Sen. and Lords. [ATable fet out. Duke Sen. I think, he is transformed into a beaft, For I can no where find him like a man.

1 Lord. My Lord, he is but even now gone hence; Here was he merry, hearing of a Song.

Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical, We fhall have fhortly difcord in the spheres. Go feek him. Tell him, I would speak with him.

Enter Jaques.

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

Duke

Duke Sen. Why, how now, Monfieur, what a life is this,

That your poor friends must woo your company
What you look merrily.

Jaq. A fool, a fool;I met a fool i' th' foreft, A motley fool-a miferable world ——

As I do live by food, I met a fool,

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Who laid him down and bask'd him in the fun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms and yet a motley fool.
Good-morrow, fool, quoth I-No, Sir, quoth he,
Call me not fool, 'till heav'n hath fent me fortune;
And then he drew a dial from his poke,
And looking on it with lack-luftre eye,
Says, very wifely, it is ten a-clock;

Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags:
'Tis but an hour ago fince it was nine,
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
And fo 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 fhould be fo deep contemplative:
And I did laugh, fans intermiffion,
An hour by his dial. O noble fool,

2A motley fool; a miferable WORLD.] What! because he met a motley fool, was it therefore a miferable world? This is fadly blundered; we should read,

-- a miferable VARLET.

His head is altogether running on this fool, both before and after these words, and here he calls him a miferable warlet, notwithBanding be railed on lady fortune in good terms, &c. Nor is the

change we make fo great as ap pears at first fight.

WARBURTON.

I fee no need of changing world to varlet, nor, if a change were neceffary, can I guess how it fhould be certainly known that parler is the true word. A miferable world is a parenthetical exclamation, frequently among melancholy men, and natural to Jaques at the fight of a fool, or at the hearing of reflections on the fragility of life.

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A worthy

A worthy fool-motley's the only wear.
Duke Sen. What fool is this?

Faq. O worthy fool! one that hath been a Courtier,
And fays, 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 bisket
After a voyage, he hath ftrange places cramm'd
With obfervation, the which he vents
In mangled forms. O that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Duke Sen. Thou fhalt have one.
Jaq. It is my only fuit 3;

Provided, that you weed your better judgments
Of all opinion, that grows rank in them,
That I am wife. 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 gauled with my folly,
They most must laugh; and why, Sir, muft they so?
The why is plain, as way to parish church;
He+, whom a fool doth very wifely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to seem fenfelefs of the bob. If not*
The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd
Even by the fquandring glances of a fool.

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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, my medicine.

If they will patiently receive

Duke Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do.

Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good? Duke Sen. Moft mifchievous foul fin, in chiding fin:

For thou thyfelf haft been a libertine.

As fenfual as the brutish fting itself;
And all the emboffed fores and headed evils,
That thou with licence of free foot haft caught,
Would'ft thou difgorge 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 Sea,
'Till that the very very means do ebb?
What woman in the city do I name,
When that I fay the city-woman bears
The cost of Princes on unworthy shoulders?
Who can come in, and say, that I mean her;
When fuch a one as fhe, fuch is her neighbour?
Or what is he of baseft function,

That fays, his bravery is not on my cost;
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; if it do him right,
Then he hath wrong'd himself, if he be free,
Why, then my taxing, like a wild goofe, flies
Unclaim'd of any man-But who comes here?

As fenfual as the brutish fting.] Though the brutih ting is capable of a fenfe not inconvenient

in this paffage, yet as it is a harsh and unufual mode of fpeech, I fhould read the brutish sty.

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