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My tongue hath wrong'd him; if it do him right,
Enter Orlando, with Sword drawn.
Orla. Forbear, and eat no more,
Or else a rude defpifer of good manners,
Orla. You touch'd my vein at first, the thorny point
Jaq. If you will not
Be answered with reason, I must die.
Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gentleness fhall force,
More than your force move us to gentleness.
Orla. I almoft die for food, and let me have it. Duke Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our
Orla. Speak you fo gently? pardon me, I pray you;
Of ftern commandment. But whate'er you are,
Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Lofe and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church;
Let gentleness my ftrong enforcement be,
Duke Sen. True is it, that we have feen better days;
Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while,
Duke Sen. Go find him out,
And we will nothing wafte 'till you return.
Orla. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good com-
Duke Sen. Thou seeft, we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and univerfal Theatre
Prefents more woful pageants, than the scene
Jaq. All the world's a Stage,
And all the men and women meerly Players;
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the juftice
With eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut,
Enter Orlando, with Adam.
Duke Sen. Welcome: fet down your venerable burthen,
And let him feed.
Orla. I thank you most for him.
I fcarce can speak to thank you for my felf.
Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you, As yet to question you about your fortunes. Give us fome mufick; and, good coufin, fing.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Altho' thy breath be rude.
Heigh bo! fing, beigh bo! unto the green bolly;
This life is moft jolly.
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Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's
you have whisper'd faithfully you were, And as mine eye doth his effigies witness, Moft truly limn'd, and living in your face, Be truly welcome hither. I'm the Duke, That lov'd 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.
SCENE, The PALACE..
Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.
OT fee him fince? Sir, Sir, that cannot be: But were I not the better part made mercy, I should not seek 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,
Oli. Oh, that your Highness knew my heart in this: I never lov'd my Brother in my life.
Duke. More villain thou. Well, push him out of doors;
And let my officers of fuch a nature
SCENE changes to the FOREST.
Ang there, my verse, in witness of my love;
With thy chafte eye, from thy pale sphere above,
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; That every eye, which in this Forest looks,
Shall fee thy virtue witness'd every where. Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree, The fair, the chafte, and unexpreffive She.
Enter Corin and Clown.
Cor. And how like you this fhepherd's life, Mr. Touchftone?
Clo. Truly, fhepherd, in respect of it felf, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a fhepherd's life, it is naught. In refpect that it is folitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in refpect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in refpect it is not in the Court, it is tedious. As it is a fpare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much againft my ftomach. Haft any philofophy in thee, fhepherd ?