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,
And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good fet terms, and yet a motley fool.
Good-morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, 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 a-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 hour to hour we rot and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale. When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools thould 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 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,
Which is as dry as the remainder bitket
After a voyage, he hath ftrange places crammed
With obfervation, the which he vents

In mangled forms. O that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.
Duke Sen. 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 molt galled with my folly,
They moft muft laugh: and why, Sir, muit they fo?
The why is plain, as way to parish church;
(12) He whom a fool doth very wifely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he fmart,
Not to feem fenfeless of the bob. If not,
The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd »
Even by the fquandring glances of a fool.
Inveft me in my motley, give me leave

To fpeak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanfe the foul body of the infected world,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.

(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 thou with licence of free foot haft caught,
Wouldst 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 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 cost of Princes on unworthy shoulders?
Who can come in, and say, that I mean her;
When fuch a one as fhe, fuch is her neighbour?
Or what is he of baseit function,

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

[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.————
Jaq. Why, I have ate none yet.

Orla. Nor fhalt not, 'till neceffity be ferved.
Jaq. Of what kind fhould this cock come of?
Duke Sen. Art thou thus boldened, man, by thy
Or else a rude defpifer of good manners, [diftrefs?
That in civility thou feemeft fo empty?

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 you have looked on better days,

If ever been where bells have knolled to church;
If ever fat at any good man's feast;

If ever from your eye-lids wiped a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied;
Let gentlenefs my ftrong enforcement be,
In the which hope I bluth, and hide my fword.

Duke Sen. True is it, that we have feen better days;
And have with holy bell been knolled to church;;
And fat at good mens feafts, and wiped our eyes
Of drops that facred pity hath engendered:
And therefore fit you down in gentleness,
And aík upon command what help we have,
That to your wanting may be miniftred.

Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while,
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While, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,
And give it food. There is a poor old man,
Who after me hath many a weary step
Limped in pure love; 'till he be firft fufficed,
Oppreffed with two great evils, age and hunger,
I will not touch a bit.

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;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms:
And then the whining school-boy with his fatchel,
And fhining morning face, creeping like fnail
Unwillingly to fchool: and then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eye-brow: then a foldier,
Full of frange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, fudden and quick in quarrel;
Seeking the bubble Reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth: and then the justice
In fair round belly, with good capon lined,
With eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wife faws (13) and modern inftances,

(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.