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Jaq. More, more, I pr’ythee, more.
Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur Jaques.
Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr’ythee, more.

I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs. More, I pr’ythee, more.

Ami. My voice is ragged;' I know, I cannot please you.

Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to sing. Come, more; another stanza. them stanzas ?

Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques.

Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing. Will you sing ?

Ami. More at your request, than to please myself.

Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you : but that they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.

Ami. Well, I'll end the song.—Sirs, cover the while; the duke will drink under this tree.—He hath been all this day to look you.

Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too disputable for my company. I think of as many matters as he; but I give Heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.

SONG.

Who doth ambition shun, [All together here.
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,

And pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither ;

Here shall he see

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Ragged and rugged had formerly the same meaning. 2 i e. disputatious.

Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in despite of my

invention. Ami. And I'll sing it. Jaq. Thus it goes :

If it do come to pass,
That any man turn ass,
Leaving his wealth and ease,

A stubborn will to please,
Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame ;1

Here shall he see

Gross fools as he,
An if he will come to me.

Ami. What's that ducdame?

Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go sleep if I can ; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.” Ami. And I'll go seek the duke;

his banquet is prepared.

[Exeunt severally.

SCENE VI. The same.

Enter ORLANDO and ADAM. Adam. Dear'master, I can go no farther. O, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master.

Orl. Why, how now, Adam! No greater heart in thee? Live a little ; comfort a little ; cheer thyself a little ; if this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable ; hold death awhile at the arm's end." I will here be with thee presently; and if I bring

1 Sir Thomas Hanmer reads duc ad me, i. e. bring him to me, which reading Johnson highly approves.

2 « The first-born of Egypt," a proverbial expression for high-born persons; it is derived from Exodus xii. 29.

my labor

thee not something to eat, I'll give thee leave to die ; but if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of

. Well said! Thou look'st cheerily: and I'll be with thee quickly.—Yet thou liest in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to some shelter ; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this desert. Cheerily, good Adam !

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII. The same. A Table set out.

Enter Duke senior, AMIENS, Lords, and others.

Duke S. I think he be transformed into a beast; . For I can no where find him like a man.

1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence. Here was he merry, hearing of a song.

Duke S. If he, compact of jars,' grow musical,
We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.
Go, seek him ; tell him, I would speak with him.

Enter JAQUES. 1 Lord. He saves my labor by his own approach. Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur! What a life is

this,
That your poor friends must woo your company?
What you look merrily.

Jaq. A fool, a fool ! -I met a fool i' the forest,
A motley fool;a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool ;
Who laid him down, and basked him in the sun,
And railed on lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms,—and yet a motley fool.
Good-morrow, fool, quoth I. No, sir, quoth he,
Call me not fool, till Heaven hath sent me fortune :
And then he drew a dial from his poke;
And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,

1 i. e. made up of discords. In the Comedy of Errors we have compact of credit,” for made up of credulity.

Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock.
Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags :
'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine ;
And after an hour more, 'twill be eleven;
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale. When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools should be so deep-contemplative;
And I did laugh, sans intermission,
An hour by his dial.--O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.

Duke S. What fool is this?
Jaq. O worthy fool !-One that hath been a courtier;
And says, if ladies be but young, and fair,
They have the gift to know it; and in his brain-
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage—he hath strange places crammed
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms.-0 that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Duke S. Thou shalt have one.
Jaq.

It is my only suit;a Provided, that

you
weed
your

better judgments
Of all opinion that grows rank in them,
That I am wise. I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please ; for so fools have:
And they that are most galled with my folly,
They most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so?
The why is plain as way to parish church.
He that a fool doth very wisely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,

Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not, The wise man's folly is anatomized

1 The fool was anciently dressed in a party-colored coat. 2 « My only suit,” a quibble between petition and dress is here intended. 3 The old copies read only, seem senseless, &c. not to were supplied by Theobald.

E’en by the squandering glances of the fool.
Invest me in my motley; give me leave
To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of the infected world,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Duke S. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou

wouldst do. Jaq. What, for a counter,' would I do, but good ?

Duke S. Most mischievous, foul sin, in chiding sin;
For thou thyself hast been a libertine,
As sensual as the brutish sting? itself;
And all the embossed sores, and headed evils,
That thou with license of free foot hast caught,
Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world.

Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,
That can therein tax any private party ?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
Till that the very, very means do ebb? 3
What woman in the city do I name,
When that I say, the city-woman bears
The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ?
Who can come in, and say, that I mean her,
When such a one as she, such is her neighbor ?
Or what is he of basest function,
That says, his bravery is not on my cost,
(Thinking that I mean him,) but therein suits
His folly to the mettle of my speech?
There then; how then, what then ? 4

Let me see
wherein
My tongue hath wronged him; if it do him right,
Then he hath wronged himself; if he be free,

| About the time when this play was written, the French counters (i. e. pieces of false money used as a means of reckoning) were brought into use in England. They are again mentioned in Troilus and Cressida, and in the Winter's Tale. 2 So in Spenser's Faerie Queene, b. i. t. xii. :

“ A herd of bulls whom kindly rage doth sting." 3 The old copies read

“ Till that the weary very means do ebb," &c. The emendation is by Pope.

4 Malone thinks we should read, Where then? in this redundant line.

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