Duke S. If he, compact of jars, grow musical, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :— Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him. Ami. He saves my labour by his own approach. Duke S. Why, how now, monsieur! what a life is this, That your poor friends must woo your company Enter Jaques. What you look merrily. Jaq. A fool, a fool !—I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool;—a miserable world!— As I do live by food, I met a fool; Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags: [They all go to the Table.] Enter Orlando, with his sword drawn. Orl. Forbear, and eat no more. Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd. Duke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress; Or else a rude despiser of good manners, That in civility thou seem'st so empty? Orl. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Of smooth civility: yet am I inland bred, Till I and my affairs are answered. Duke S. What would you have? Your gentleness shall force, More than your force move us to gentleness. Orl. I almost die for food, and let me have it. Duke S. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table. Orl. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you : Of stern commandment: But,—whate'er you are, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; If ever from your eye-lids wiped a tear, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be: In the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword. Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while, And give it food. There is an old poor man, Duke S. Go find him out, And we will nothing waste till you return. Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good comfort! [Exit Orlando. Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone un happy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Jaq. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: ; Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice; That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Enter Orlando with Adam. Duke S. Welcome: Set down your venerable burden, And let him feed. Orl. I thank you most for him. I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Duke S. Welcome; fall to:—I will not trouble you As yet, to question you about your fortunes :— Give us some musick; and, good cousin, sing. Amiens sings. i. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Although thy breath be rude. II. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not. Duke S. If that you were the good sir Rowland's son,— As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were; And as mine eye doth his effigies witness That lov'd your father: The residue of your fortune, Thou art right welcome as thy master is: [Ex un . e d o act ii. ACT III. SCENE I. An Apartment in the Palace. Flourish of Drums and Trumpets. Enter Duke Frederick, Oliver, Eustace, Louis, Gentlemen, and Guards. Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be: But, were I not the better part made mercy, I should not seek an absent argument Of my revenge, thou present: But look to it Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine, Oli. Oh, that your highness knew my heart in this, I never lov'd my brother in my life. Duke F. More villain thou.—Well, push him out of doors; And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent upon his house and lands: [Exeunt. |