Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus moft invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life; fwearing, that we
Are mere ufurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up
In their affign'd and native dwelling-place.

DUKE. And did you leave him in this contemplation? LORD. We did, my Lord, weeping and commenting Upon the fobbing deer.

DUKE. Show me the place;

I love to cope him in thefe fullen fits,
For then he's full of matter.

LORD. I'll bring you to him ftraight.

DUKE.

HY, how now, Monfieur, what a life

WHY,

is this,

That your poor friend muft woo your company?

What? you look merrily.

JAQ. A fool, a fool;

I met a fool i' th' foreft,

A motley fool; a miferable varlet!

As I do live by food, I met a fool,

Who laid him down and bask'd him in the fun,
And rail'd 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 sent me fortune;
And then he drew a dial from his poak,

And

And looking on it with lack-luftre eye,

Says very wifely, It is ten o'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 fhould 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. 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-bisket

After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd
With obfervations, the, which he vents,
In mangled forms. O that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.

DUKE. 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 most

They moft must laugh.

galled with my folly.
And why, Sir, muft they fo?

The way is plain, as way to parish-church;
He whom a fool does very wifely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to feem fenfelefs of the bob. If not,
The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd

Even by the fquand'ring 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 th' infected world,

If they will patiently receive my medicine.

DUKE. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou would't do.

JAQ What, for a counter, would I do but good ?
DUKE. Moft mischievous foul fin, in chiding fin,
For thou thyfelf haft been a libertine,

And all th' emboffed fores and headed evils,
That thou with licence of free foot haft caught,
Wouldft 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 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 fhoulders?
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 basest 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?

There then; how then? what then? let me fee wherein My tongue has wrong'd him; if it do him right,

Then

Then he hath wrong'd himfelf; if he be free,
Why, then my taxing, like a wild goofe, flies

Unclaim'd of any man.

CHAP.

SHAKESPEAR.

XI.

HENRY AND LORD CHIEF JUSTICE.

CH. JUST Your Majefty hath no juft caufe to hate me.

AM affur'd, if I be measur'd rightly,

P. HENRY. NO! might a prince of my great hopes forget So great indignities you laid upon me?

What! rate, rebuke, and roughly fend to prifon
Th' immediate heir of England! was this eafy?
May this be wash'd in Lethe, and forgotten?.

CH. JUST. I then did use the perfon of your father;
The image of his power lay then in me:
And in th' administration of his law,
While I was bufy for the commonwealth,
Your Highness pleased to forget my place,
The majefty and pow'r of law and juftice,
The image of the King whom I prefented;
And ftruck me in my very feat of judgment:
Whereon, as an offender to your father,
I gave bold way to my authority,

And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
Be you contented, wearing now the garland,
To have a fon fet your decrees at naught:
To pluck down juftice from your awful bench,
To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword
That guards the peace and fafety of your perfon:
Nay more, to fpurn at your moft Royal image,

And mock your working in a fecond body.

Question your Royal thoughts, make the cafe your's;

Be now the father, and propose a son;

Hear your own dignity fo much profan'd;

See your most dreadful laws fo loosely flighted;
Behold yourself so by a fon disdain'd:
And then imagine me taking your part,
And in your pow'r fo filencing your fon.
After this cold confid'rance, fentence me;
And, and as you are a King, fpeak in your ftate,
What I have done that misbecame my place,

My perfon, or my Liege's fovereignty.

P.HENRY. You are right, Juftice, and you weigh this well;

Therefore ftill bear the balance and the fword:

And I do wish your honours may increase,

'Till you do live to fee a fon of mine

Offend you, and obey you, as I did:

;

So fhall I live to speak my father's words :
Happy am I, that have a man fo bold
That dares do justice on my proper fon
And no less happy, having such a son,
That would deliver up his greatness fo
Into the hand of justice.You committed me;
For which I do commit into your hand

Th' unftained fword that you have us'd to bear ;
With this remembrance, that you use the fame
With a like bold, juft, and impartial fpirit,
As you have done 'gainst me. There is my hand,
You fhall be as a father to my youth:

My voice fhall found as you do prompt mine ear;
And I will stoop and humble my intents,

To your well practis'd wife directions.

And,