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And so he plays his part. The fixth age
shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on fide; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk thank; 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, sans eyes, sans talte, fans every thing,
Enter ORLANDO, with ADAM. Duke Sen. Welcome: set down your venerable
burden, And let him feed. Orla. I thank
molt for him... Adam. So had you need, I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to't: I will not trouble
As man's ingratitude ;
Although thy breath be rude.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
As benefits forgot:
As friend remembered not.
Good old man, Thou art right welcome, as thy master is; Support him by the arın; give me your hand, And let me all your fortunes understand. [Exeunt,
OT fee 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: Find out thy brother, wheresoe'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 dost call thine,
Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands; "Till thou canit quit thee by thy brother's mouth, Of what we think against thee.
Oli. Oh that your Highness knew. heart in I never loved my brother in
life. (this :Duke. More villain thou. Well, push him out. And let my, officers of such a nature. [of doors; Make an extent upon his house.and lands: Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunt.
SCENE changes to the Forest..
Enter ORLANDO. Orla. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love;
And thou thrice crowned Queen of Night Turveyo With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
Thy huntress name that my full life doth fway..O Rosalind, these trees shall be my books,
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character,
where. Run, run,.,Orlando, carve on every tree, The fair, the chaite, and unexprelive the.. [Exit
Enter CORIN and Clowns. Cor. And how like you this thepherd's life, Mr Touchitone?
Clo. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a thepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is folitary, I like it. very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it. pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look
yollgut it fits my bumour well; but as there is no moreplenty in it, it goes much against my stomach, Halt any philofophy in thee, shepherd?
Cor. No more, but that I know the more one fickens, the worse at ease he is : and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends. That the property of rain is to wet; and fire to burn: that good pasture makes fat sheep; and that a great cause of the night is lack of the fun: that he that ha h learned no wit by nature of art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.
Clo. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Waf ever in court, thepherd ?
Gor. No, truly.
Glo. Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one fide. Cor. For not being at court? your
reason. Clo. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou never fawest good manners; if thou never sawest good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is fin, and sun is damnation: thou art in a parlous itate, Ibepherd.
Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those that are good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is molt mockable at the court. You' told me you. salute not at the Court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be uncleauly, if courtiers were faepherds.
Cloo Instance, briefly; come, instance.
Car. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fells, you know, are greasy.
ble. Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat and is. not the grease of a mutton as wholsome as
the sweat of a'maan? shallow, shallow ;-----a better infance, I fay!-----come.
Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.
Clo. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shal. low again;----a more founder instance:----come.
Cor, And they are often tarred over with the furgery of our Theep, and would you have us kifs tár? the courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.
Clo: Moft Pallow -man b thou worms-meat, in respect of a good piece of flesh, indeed! learn of the wife, and perpend; civet-is of a baler birth than tar; the
very uncleanlyflux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd. Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me;
I'll rest. Clo. Wilt thou rest damned? God help thee, shallow man; God make incision in thee, thou art
Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer, I earn that I eat; get that I wear; owe no man hate; envy no man's happiness; glad of other mens good; content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes graze,
lambs suck. Clo. That is another fimple fin in you, to bring the ewes and the rams together; and to cffer to get your living by the copulation of cattle; to be a bawd to a bell-weather, and to betray a fhe lamb of a twelvemonth, to a crooked pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be'st not damned for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds ; I cannot see elle how thou thouldest escape.
Cor. Here comes young Mr Ganymed, my new mittreis's brother.
Enter ROSALIND, with a Paper.'
« No jewel is like Rosalind.