My tongue hath wrong'd him; if it do him right, Enter Orlando, with Sword drawn. Orla. Forbear, and eat no more. Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet. Orla. Nor fhalt not, 'till neceffity be ferv'd. Or elle a rude defpifer of good manners, Orla. You touch'd my vein at firft; the thorny point Faq. If you will not Be answered with reafon, 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 table. Orla. Speak you fo gently? pardon me, I pray you Of ftern commandment. But whate'er you are, Under the fhade of melancholy boughs, Lofe and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear, Let Let gentleness my ftrong enforcement be, I will not touch a bit. Duke Sen. Go find him out, And we will nothing wafte 'till you return. Orla. I thank ye; and be blefs'd for your good com, fort! [Exit. Duke Sen. Thou feeft, we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and univerfal Theatre 1 Prefents more woful pageants, than the scene Jaq. All the world's a Stage, And all the men and women meerly Players; And then, the whining school-boy with his fatchel, Made to his miftrefs' eye-brow. Then, a foldier; Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice With eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut, With fpectacles on nofe, and pouch on fide; Is fecond childishness, and meer oblivion, Duke Sen. Welcome: fet down your venerable burthen, And let him feed. Orla. I thank you most for him. I scarce 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. SONG. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not fo unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Becaufe thou art not feen, Altho' thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! fing, beigh bo! unto the green bolly; This life is moft jolly. (13) and modern Inftances,] It is very obfervable that Shakespeare ufes modern exactly in the manner the Greeks used novos ; which fignifies fometimes in their Writings novus, recens; and fometimes abfurdus. Mr. Warburton. Freeze, Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Tho' thou the waters warp As friend remembred not. Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's As you have whisper'd faithfully you were, That lov'd your Father. The refidue of your fortune [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE, The PALAC £.. N Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver. DUKE. TOT fee him fince? Sir, Sir, that cannot be: But were I not the better part made mercy, I fhould 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 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 Make an Extent upon his house and lands: Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunt. Orla. SCENE changes to the FOREST. Enter Orlando. Ang there, my verfe, in witness of my love; With thy chafte eye, from thy pale sphere above, Enter Corin and Clown. [Exit Cor. And how like you this fhepherd's life, Mr. Touchftone? Clo. Truly, fhepherd, in refpect of it felf, it is a good life; but in refpect that it is a fhepherd'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 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 ? Gor |