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SCENE changes to a defart Part of the Foreft.
Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others,
Under the green-wood tree,
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
Faq. 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.
Jaq. 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.
Who doth ambition fhun,
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?
Faq. '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,
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 master.
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 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 if thou dieft before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well faid, thou look'st cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou lieft in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to fome shelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this Defart. Cheerly, good Adam. It 6 TOY [Exeunt. nol Enter. Duke Sen. and Lords. [A table set out. Duke Sen. I think, he is transform'd into a beast, 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 Song.
Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical,
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 muft woo your company?.
Faq. A fool, a fool; I met a fool i' th' foreft, A motley fool; a miferable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool,
And looking on it with lack-luftre eye,
Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags:
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!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.
Duke Sen. Thou fhalt have one,
Jaq. It is my only fuit;
Provided, that you weed your better judgments
(12) He, whom a fool doth very wifely hit,
To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Duke Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst
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 thou with licence of free foot haft caught, Would't thou difgorge 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? What woman in the city do I name, When that I fay, the city-woman bears The cost of Princes on unworthy shoulders? Who can come in, and fay, that I mean her; When fuch a one as fhe, fuch is her neighbour? Or what is he of baseft function,
That fays, his bravery is not on my coft;
(12) He, whom a Fool doth very wifely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he fmart,
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 Reasoning of the Paffage, fhew it is no lefs defective in the Sense. 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 Prefi.