SCENE V. Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others. SONG. Ami. Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Come hither, come hither, come hither; 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, Seeking the food he eats, And pleas'd with what he gets; Come hither, come hither, come hither; 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, 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 ? faq. A fool, a fool!I met a fool i' the foreft, As I do live by food, I met a fool; Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the fun, In good set terms-and yet a motley fool. Good morrow, fool, quoth I:-No, fir, quoth he. Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags. My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools fhould be fo deep contemplative; An hour by his dial.-O noble fool! A worthy fool!-Motley's the only wear. 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! Duke fen. Thou shalt have one. Provided that you weed your better judgments To blow on whom I please; for fo fools have : They moft muft laugh: And why, fir, muft they fo? 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 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, [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 says, his bravery is not on my coft; There then; how then? What then? Let me see wherein Enter ORLANDO, with fword drawn. Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.- Orla. Nor fhalt not, till neceffity be ferv'd. 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, |