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 Song, 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 ftanzo; call you 'em ftanzo's? Ami. What you will, Monfieur Jaques. Faq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me nothing. Will you fing? Ami. More at your request, than to` please my felf. Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but That, they call Compliments, 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 dine 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 heav'n thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come. SONG. Who doth ambition fhun, 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, And 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 fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt. Ami. And I'll go feek the Duke: his banquet is prepar❜d. [Exeunt, feverally. Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further; O, I die for food! here lye I down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, kind mafter. 3 A Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? live a little comfort a little; cheer thy felf a little. If this uncouth Foreft 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 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 if thou dieft before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well faid, thou look'ft cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou lieft 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 Defart. Cheerly, good Adam. I [Exeunt. Enter. Duke Sen. and Lords. [A table fet out. Duke Sen. I think, he is transform'd into a beaft, 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, Enter Jaques. 1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach. Duke Sen. Why, how now, Monfieur, what a life is this, your poor friends muft woo your company? What! you look merrily. Faq. A fool, a fool; I met a fool i' th' forest, A motley fool; a miferable world! .As As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the fun, In good fet terms, and yet a motley fool. Good morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he, And looking on it with lack-luftre eye, Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags: An hour by his dial. O noble fool, 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 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; (12) He (12) He, whom a fool doth very wifely hit, Even by the fquandring glances of a fool. To speak my mind, and I will through and through If they will patiently receive my medicine. Duke Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good? Duke Sen. Moft mifchievous foul fin, in chiding fin: For thou thy felf haft been a libertine, As fenfual as the brutish fting it felf, And all th' emboffed fores and headed evils, That fays, his bravery is not on my coft; His folly to the metal of my speech? There then; how then? what then? let me fee wherein (12) He, whom a Fool doth very wifely bit, Doth very foolishly, although he smart, Seem fenfelefs of the bob. If not, &c.] Befides that the third Verfe is defective one whole Foot in Measure, the Tenour of what Jaques continues to fay, and the Reafoning of the Paffage, fhew it is no lefs de fective in the Senfe. There is no Doubt, but the two little Monofyllables, which I have fupply'd, were either by Accident wanting in the Manufcript Copy, or by Inadvertence were left out at Pref. My |