And do not fhare the fleeces that I graze; Befides, his Cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed. Rof. What is he, that fhall buy his flock and pafture? Cor. That young fwain, that ye faw here but erewhile, That little cares for buying any thing. Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with honesty, --I like this place, and willingly could wafte Cor. Affuredly, the thing is to be fold; And buy it with your gold right fuddenly. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others. SONG. Under the green-wood tree, Who loves to lie with me, ▾ And in my voice right wel- far as I have power to bid you And tune his merry note. Unto the fweet bird's throat, 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 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. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me nothing.- Will you fing? Ami. More at your request, than to please myself. 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. Jaq. 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. * In old editions, ragged. SONG SON G. Who doth ambition fhun, And loves to lie* i'th' Sun, And pleas'd with what he gets; Come hither, come hither, come hither ; No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Jaq. I'll give thee a verfe to this note, that I made yesterday in defpight of Ami. And I'll fing it. Jaq. Thus it goes. my invention. If it do come to pass. Grofs fools as be, An' if he will come to me. Ami. What's that's ducdame? Faq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle.I'll go to 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. Old Edition, to live. + For ducdame Sir T. Hanmer, very acutely and judiciously, reads, D 3 duc ad me. That is, bring him to me. SCENE 1 Adam. Dear master, I can go no further. O, I die for food! here lie I down, and meafure out my grave. Farewel, kind mafter. Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee?-live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth Forest 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 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 Defert. Cheerly, good Adam. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Another part of the FOREST. Enter Duke Sen. and Lords. [A Table fet 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, Enter Jaques. 1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach. Duke Duke Sen. Why, how now, Monfieur, what a life is this, That your poor friends must woo your company? What! you look merrily. I met a fool i'th' forest, Jaq. A fool, a fool; A motley fool a miserable world—2 As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bafk'd him in the fun, In good set terms and yet a motley fool. Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags: 2A motley fool; a miferable WORLD!] What! because he met a motley fool, was it therefore a miferable world? This is sadly blundered; we should read, a miferable VARLET. His head is altogether running on this fool, both before and after thefe words, and here he calls him a miferable varlet, notwithftanding he railed on lady fortune in good terms, &c, Nor is the change we make fo great as appears at first fight. WARBURTON. I fee no need of changing world to varlet, nor, if a change were neceffary, can I guess how it fhould be certainly known that varlet is the true word. A miferable world is a parenthetical exclamation, frequent among melancholy men, and natural to Jaques at the fight of a fool, or at the hearing of reflections on the fragility of life. |