SCENE V.

Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others.

SONG.

Ami. Under the greenwood tree,

Who loves to lie with me,

And tune his merry note
Unto the fweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here fhall he fee

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. More, more, I pr'ythee more.

Ami. It will make you melancholy, monfieur Jaques. Jaq. I thank it.-More, I pr'ythee, more.-I can fuck melancholy out of a fong, as a weazel fucks eggs: more, I pr'ythee, more.

Ami. My voice is rugged; I know, I cannot please

you.

Jaq. I do not defire you to please me, I do defire you to fing: come, come, another ftanza; call you 'em ftanzas ?

Ami. What you will, monfieur Jaques.

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

Ami. More at your requeft, 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, fing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.

Ami. Well, I'll end the fong.-Sirs, cover the while : -the duke will drink under this tree: he hath been all this day to look you.

Faq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too difputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he; but I give heaven thanks, and make no boaft of them.-Come, warble, come.

SONG,

Who doth ambition fhun,
And loves to lie i the fun,

Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets;

Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here fhall be fee

No enemy.

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. I'll give you a verfe to this note, that I made yesterday in defpight of my invention.

Ami. And I'll fing it.

Jaq. Thus it goes:

If it do come to pass,

That any man turn afs;

Leaving his wealth and eafe,

A ftubborn will to please,

Duc ad me, duc ad me, duc ad me ;[3]

Here fhall he fee

Grofs fools as he,

An if he will come to me.

Ami. What's that, duc ad me?

Faq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle.-I'll go to sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the firft-born of Egypt.[4]

Ami. And I'll go feek the duke: his banquet is pre[Exeunt, feverally.

par'd.

SCENE VI.

Enter ORLANDO and ADAM.

Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further: O, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave.Farewel, kind master.

Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee?-Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little: If this uncouth foreft yield any thing favage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my fake be comfortable; hold death a while at the arm's end: I will be here with thee presently; and if I bring thee not fomething to eat, I'll give thee leave to die: but

[3] That is, Bring him to me. JOHNS.

[4] A proverbial expreffion for high-born perfons. JOHNS.

if thou dieft before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour.-Well faid !-thou look'ft cheerly: and I'll be with you quickly. Yet thou lieft in the bleak air: Come, I will bear thee to fome fhelter; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this desert. Cheerly good Adam ! [Exeunt.

SCENE VII.

Another part of the Foreft. Enter Duke fenior and Lords. [A table fet out.]

Duke fen. I think he is transform'd into a beaft; For I can no where find him like a man.

I Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence; Here was he merry, hearing of a fong.

Duke fen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical,
We shall have fhortly difcord in the spheres :-
Go, feek him; tell him, I would speak with him.
Enter JAQUES.

1. Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach. Duke fen. Why, how now, monfieur! what a life is

this,

That your poor friends muft woo your company ?
What! you look merrily.

faq. A fool, a fool!I met a fool i' the foreft,
A motley fool-
1-a miferable world!-

As I do live by food, I met a fool;

Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the fun,
And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms,

In good set terms-and yet a motley fool.

Good morrow, fool, quoth I:-No, fir, quoth he.
Call me not fool, till heaven hath fent me fortune:
And then he drew a dial from his poke ;.
And looking on it with lack-luftre eye,.
Says, very wifely, It is ten o'clock ;

Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags.
'Tis but an hour ago, fince it was nine;
And after one hour more, 'twill be eleven ;
And fo, from hour to hour, we ripe, and ripe,
And then, from bour to hour, ave rot, and rot.
And thereby bangs a tale. When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
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My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,

That fools fhould be fo deep contemplative;
And I did laugh, fans intermiffion,

An hour by his dial.-O noble fool!

A worthy fool!-Motley's the only wear.
Duke fen. What fool is this?

Jaq. O worthy fool!-One that hath been a courtier; And fays, 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 bisket

After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd

With observation, the which he vents

In mangled forms :-O, that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Duke fen. Thou shalt have one.
Jaq. It is my only fuit ;

Provided that you weed your better judgments
Of all opinion that grows rank in them,
That I am wife. I must have liberty
Withal; as large a charter as the wind,

To blow on whom I please; for fo fools have :
And they that are moft galled with my folly,

They moft muft laugh: And why, fir, muft they fo?
The why is plain as way to parish-church:

He, that a fool doth very wifely hit,

Doth very foolishly, although he smart,

Not to seem fenfelefs of the bob. If not,

The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd

Even by the fquand'ring glances of the fool.[5]

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 fen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good? Duke fen. Moft mifchievous foul fin, in chiding fin: For thou thyself haft been a libertine,

As fenfual as the brutish fting itself:

And all the emboffed fores, and headed evils,
That thou with license of free foot haft caught,
Wouldst thou difgorge into the general world.

[5] Unless men have the prudence not to appear touched with the farcalms of a jefter, they fubject themfelves to his power, and the wife man will have his folly anatomifed, that is, diffected and laid open, by the fquandring glances or random shots of a fool. JOHNS.

Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,
That can therein tax any private party ?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the fea,
Till that the very very means do ebb?
What woman in the city do I name,
When that I fay, The city-woman bears
The coft of princes on unworthy shoulders?
Who can come in, and fay, that I mean her,
When such a one as fhe, fuch is her neighbour?
Or what is he of baseft function,

That says, his bravery is not on my coft;
(Thinking that I mean him) but therein suits
His folly to the metal of my speech?

There then; how then? What then? Let me see wherein
My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right,
Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,
Why then, my taxing, like a wild-goofe, flies
Unclaim'd of any man.-But who comes here?

Enter ORLANDO, with fword drawn.

Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.-
Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.

Orla. Nor fhalt not, till neceffity be ferv'd.
Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of?
Duke fen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress;

Or elfe a rude defpifer of good manners,

That in civility thou feem'ft fo empty?

Orla. You touch'd my vein at first: The thorny point Of bare diftrefs hath ta'en from me the shew

Of smooth civility; yet am I in-land bred,

And know fome nurture: But forbear, I fay;

He dies, that touches any of this fruit,

Till I and my affairs are answered.

Jaq. An you will not

Be answered with reafon, I muft die.

Duke fen. What would you have? Your gentleness fhall force,

More than your force move us to gentleness.

Orla. I almost die for food, and let me have it.

Duke fen. Sit down and feed; and welcome to our table. Orla. Speak you fo gently? Pardon me I pray you;

I thought that all things had been favage here;

And therefore put 1 on the countenance

Of ftern commandment. But whate'er you are,