Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet. Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv❜d.. Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of? Duke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress ; Or else a rude despiser of good manners, That in civility thou seem'st so empty? Orl. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility: yet am I inland bred, Jaq. An you will not be answered with reason, Duke S. What would you have? Your gentleness shall force, More than your force move us to gentleness. Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it. Duke S. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table. Of stern commandment: But whate'er you are, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear, Duke S. True is it that we have seen better days; Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while, Limp'd in pure love; till he be first suffic'd,— Duke S. Go find him out, And we will nothing waste till you return. Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good comfort! [Exit. Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Jaq. And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, shifts Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice; Is second childishness, and mere oblivion; Re-enter ORLANDO with ADAM. Duke S. Welcome: Set down your venerable burden, And let him feed. Orl. I thank you most for him. Adam. So had you need; I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Duke S. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you As yet, to question you about your fortunes:Give us some musick; and, good cousin, sing. AMIENS sings. SONG. 1. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind |