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For I can no where find him like a man.
i 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 shall have thortly difcord in the spheres : Go, seek him; tell him I would speak with him.

Enter JAQUES. i Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach. Duke Sen. Why, how now, Monsieur, 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’ forest, A motley fool; a miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and basked him in the sun, And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good fet terms, and yet a motley fuol. Good-morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, 'till Heaven hath sent me fortune; And then he drew a dial from his poke, 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 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 thould be fo deep contemplative; And I did laugh, fans intermission, An hour by luis dial. O noble fool, A worthy fool ! motley's the only wear.

Duke Sen. What fooi 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 bilket
After a voyage, he hath strange places crammed
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms. () 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 muit have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please, for fo fools have;
And they that are molt galled with my folly,
They most mult laugh: and why, Sir, muit they so?
The why is plain, as way to parish church ;
(12) He whom a fool doth very wisely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to seem senseless of the bob. If not,
The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd -
Even by the fquandring glances of a fool.
Invest me in my inotley, give me leave
To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of the infected world,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.

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Seem Linfelers of the rob If not, &c.) Besides that the third verse is defe tive one whole foot in measure, the tenour of what Jaques continues to say, and the rcafoning of the passage news it is no less defective in the fenic There is no doubt but the two little monofyllables, which I have supplied, were either by accident wanting in the manuscript copy, or by inadvertence were left out at press.

Duke Sen. Fy on thee! I can tell what thou wouldit,

do. Faq. What, for a counter, would I do but good?

Duke Sen. Moit mischievous foul fin; in chiding For thou thyself haft been a libertinez [sin: As sensual as the brutith iting itself: And all the embolled sores and headed evils, That thou with licence of free foot hait caught, Wouldīt 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 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 such a one as she, fich is her neighbour?
Or what is he of baseit function,
That says, his bravery is not on my cost;
Thinking that I mean him; but therein suits
His folly to the metal of my speech? [wherein
There then; how then? what then ? let me fee
My tongue hath wronged him: if it do him right,
Then he hath wronged himself; if he be free,
Why, then my taxing, like a wild goofe, fies
Unclaimed of any man. But who comes here:

Enter OPLANDO, with Sword drawn.
Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.
Jaq. Why, I have ate norle yet.
Orla. Nor shalt not, ’till necessity be served.
Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of?

Duke Sen. Art thou thus boldened, man, by thy Or else a rude despiser of good manners, [distress? That in civility thou feemeit so empty?


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Orla. You touched my vein at firit;, the thorny Of bare distress hath ta’en from me the shew (point Of smooth civility; yet am I ineland bred, And know some nurture : but forbears I say: He dies that touches any of this fruit, 'Till I and


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ness shall force,
More than your force move us to gentleness.

Orla. I alınost die for food, and let me have it.;'
Duke Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to

our table.
Orla. Speak you fo gently pardon me, I pray you;
I thought that all things had been savage here,
And therefore put I on the countenance
Of itern commandment. But whate'er you are,
That in this defert inaccessible,
Under the thade of melancholy boughs,
Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever you have looked on better days,
If ever been where bells have knolled to church;
If ever fat at any good man's feast; 5:
If ever from your eye-lids wiped a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied;
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be,
In the which hope I bluih, and hide my

Duke Sen. True is it, that we have seen better days;
And have with holy bell been knolled to church;
And sat at good mens feasts, and wiped our eyes
Of drops that facred pity hath engendered :
And therefore fit you down in gentleness,
And ask upon command what help we have,
That to your wanting may be ministred.

Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while,
Vol. IV.


While, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,
And give it food. There is a poor old man,
Who after me hath many a weary step
Limped in pure love ; 'till he be firit fufficed,
Oppressed with two great 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 ge; and be bless'd for your good

[Exit. Duke Sen. Thou seeft we are not all alone unhap'This wide and universal theatre

[py: 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; 'They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His a&ts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms : And then the whining school-boy with his fatchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: and then the lover, .si. Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eye-brow: then a soldier, Full of grange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, 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 lined, With

eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise laws (13) and modern instances,

(13) --and modern instances, } It is very observable that Shakespeare uses modern, exactly in the manner the Greeks used vauv's; which signifies sometimes in their writings, 101'us, recens;; and sometimes abfurdus.

Mr Warburton.

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