Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, And so he plays his With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, shifts His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide 160 Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Re-enter Orlando, with Adam. Duke S. Welcome. And let him feed. Set down your venerable burthen, Orl. I thank you most for him. need: Adam. 170 Ami. SONG. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. 179 Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly: This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not. Heigh-ho! sing, &c. 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 190 residue of That loved your father: the Support him by the arm. fortune, Give me your hand, 199 And let me all your fortunes understand. [Exeunt. But were I not the better part made mercy, Of my revenge, thou present. But look to it: Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living Thy lands and all things that thou dost call thine 10 Oli. O that your Highness knew my heart in this! I never loved 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: Do this expediently and turn him going. [Exeunt. Scene II. The forest. Enter Orlando, with a paper. Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love: my And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey ; Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, Master Touchstone? Touch. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's respect that it is Now, in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? Cor. No more but that I know the more one sickens the worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means and content is without three good friends; that the property of rain is to wet and fire to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep, and that a great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding or comes dull kindred. of a very Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in court, shepherd? Cor. No, truly. Touch. Then thou art damned. |