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 Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical, We fhall have fhortly difcord in the spheres: Go, seek him; tell him I would speak with him. Enter JAQUES. 1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach. Duke Sen. Why, how now, Monfieur, 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' th' foreft, 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 fun, Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags: An hour by his dial. O noble fool, A worthy fool! motley's the only wear. Duke Sen. 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, In mangled forms. O that I were a fool! Provided that you weed your better judgments To blow on whom I please, for fo fools have; To fpeak my mind, and I will through and through (12) He whom a fool doth very wifely hit, Doth very foolily, although he fmart, Seem fenfelels of the rob If not, &c.] Befides that the third verfe is defective one whole foot in meafure, the te nour of what Jaques continues to fay, and the reafoning of the paffage Chews it is no lefs defective in the fenfc There is no doubt but the two little monofyllables, which I have fupplied, were either by accident wanting in the manufcript copy, or by inadvertence were left out at prefs. Duke Sen. Fy on thee! I can tell what thou wouldft do. Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good? Duke Sen. Moft mifchievous foul fin, in chiding For thou thyself hast been a libertine, As fenfual as the brutish fting itself: [fin: And all the embolled fores and headed evils, That fays, his bravery is not on my coft; [wherein There then; how then? what then? let me fee My tongue hath wronged him: if it do him right, Then he hath wronged himself; if he be free, Why, then my taxing, like a wild goofe, flies Unclaimed of any man. But who comes here? Enter ORLANDO, with Sword drawn. Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.———— Orla. Nor fhalt not, 'till neceffity be ferved. Orla. You touched my vein at first; the thorny Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the fhew [point 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. If you will not Be answered with reafon, I must die. Duke Sen. What would you have? your gentlenefs 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; I thought that all things had been savage here, And therefore put I on the countenance Of stern commandment. But whate'er you are, That in this defert inacceffible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lofe and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever been where bells have knolled to church; If ever from your eye-lids wiped a tear, Duke Sen. True is it, that we have feen better days; Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while, While, like a doe, I go to find my fawn, Duke Sen. Go find him out, And we will nothing wafte 'till you return. Orla. 1 thank ye; and be bless'd for your good comfort! [Exit. Duke Sen. Thou feeft we are not all alone unhapThis wide and univerfal theatre [py: Presents more woeful pageants, than the scene Wherein we play in. Faq. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; Even in the cannon's mouth: and then the justice (13) -and modern inftances,] It is very obfervable that Shakespeare ufes modern, exactly in the manner the Greeks ufed naives; which fignifies fometimes in their writings, novus, recens, and fometimes abfurdus. Mr Warburton. |