And fo he plays,his part.. The fixth
age fhifts
Into the lean and flippered pantaloon,
With fpectacles on nofe, and pouch on fide;
His youthful hafe well fav'd, a world too wide
For his fhrunk thank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his found.. Laft scene of all,
That ends this ftrange eventful history,

Is fecond childishnefs, and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans tafte, fans every thing,

Enter ORLANDO, with ADAM.

Duke Sen. Welcome: fet down

burden,

And let him feed.

Orla. I thank you moft for him.

Adam. So had you need,

your

venerable

Ifcarce can fpeak to thank you for myfelf.

Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to't: I will not trouble you,

As yet to question you about your fortunes.
Give us fome mufic; and, good. coufin, fing..

SONG.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,,
Thou art not fo unkindr

As man's ingratitude;

Thy tooth is not so keen,

Because thou art not feen,.

Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh ho! fing, heigh ho! unto the green

holly:

Most friendship is feigning, moft loving mere folly:

Then heigh ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou.bitter sky,
Thou doft not bite fo nigh
As benefits forgot:

Though thou the waters warp,
Thy fting is not so sharp:

As friend remembered not.
Heigh ho! fing, &c.

Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's
As you have whifpered faithfully you were, [fon
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness,
Moft truly limned, and living in your face,
Be truly welcome hither. I'm the Duke,
That loved your father. The refidue of your fortune
Go to my cave and tell me. Good old man,
Thou art right welcome, as thy master is;
Support him by the arm; give me your hand,
And let me all your fortunes understand. [Exeunt.

OT fee him fince? Sir, Sir, that cannot be : But were I not the better part made mercy, I should not feek an abfent argument Of my revenge, thou prefent: but look to it: Find out thy brother, wherefoe'er he is;

Seek him with candle: bring him dead or living, Within this twelvemonth; or turn thou no more To feek a living in our territory.

Thy lands, and all things that thou doft call thine,

Worth feizure, do we feize into our hands; 'Till thou can't quit thee by thy brother's mouth, Of what we think against thee.

Oli. Oh that your Highnefs knew my heart in I never loved my brother in my life. [this: Duke. More villain thou. Well, push him out. And let my officers of fuch a nature.

[of doors; Make an extent upon his houfe and lands:

Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunti

SCENE changes to the Foreft..

Enter ORLANDO.

Orla. Hang there, my verfe, in witnefs of my love; And thou thrice crowned Queen of Night furvey, With thy chafte eye, from thy pale sphere above, Thy huntress name that my full life doth fway, O Rofalind, these trees fhall be my books,

And in their barks my thoughts I'll character, That every eye which in this foreft looks,

Shall fee thy virtue witnessed every where.. Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree, The fair, the chaite, and unexpreffive fhe.. [Exif Enter CORIN and Clown..

Cor. And how like you this fhepherd's life, Mr Touchitone?

Clo. Truly, fhepherd, in refpect of itself, it is a good life; but in refpect that it is a thepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is folitary, I like it very well; but in refpect 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 pare life, look yout fits my humour well; but as there is no more

plenty in it, it goes much against my ftomach. Haft any philofophy in thee, Thepherd?

Cor. No more, but that I know the mere one fickens, the worfe 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 pafture makes fat fheep; and that a great caufe of the night is lack of the fun that he that ha h learned no wit by nature or art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.

Clo. Such a one is a natural philofopher. Wat ever in court, fhepherd?

Gor. No, truly.

Clo. Then thou art damned.

Cor. Nay, I hope------

Glo. Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roafted egg, all on one fidė.

Cor. For not being at court? your reafon.

Clo. Why, if thou never waft at court, thou never sawest good manners; if thou never faweft good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickednefs is fin, and fin is damnation: thou art in a parlous state, fbepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchftone: thofe that are good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court. You told me you falute not at the Court, but you kifs your hands, that courtefy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were fhep

herds.

Clo. Inftance, briefly; come, inftance.

Cor. Why, we are till handling our ewes; and their fells, you know, are greasy.

Clo. Why, do not your courtier's hands fweat? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholfome as

the fweat of a 'man? fhallow, fhallow;a better instance, I fay -----come.

Cor. Befides, our hands are hard.

Clo. Your lips will feel them the fooner. Shallow again;-----a more founder inftance:----come. Cor. And they are often tarred over with the furgery of our theep; and would you have us kifs tar? the courtier's hands are perfumed with civet.

Clo Moft fhallow man! thou worms-meat, in refpect of a good piece of flesh, indeed! learn of the wife, and perpend; civet is of a bafer birth than tar; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the inftance, fhepherd.

Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll reft. Clo. Wilt thou reft damned? God help thee, fhallow man; God make incifion in thee, thou art

raw.

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 greateft of my pride is to fee my ewes graze, and my lambs fuck.

Clo. That is another fimple fin in you, to bring the ewes and the rams together; and to offer 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 reafonable match. If thou be'lt not damned for this, the devil himself will have no fhepherds; I cannot fee elfe how thou fhouldest efcape.

Cor. Here comes young Mr Ganymed, my new miltrefs's brother.

Enter ROSALIND, with a Paper.

Rof. "From the east to western Inde, "No jewel is like Rofalind.