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thanks, and make no boast of them. Come,warble,

Enter Jaques.

I Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach. S O N G

Duke Sen. Why, how now, monsieur! what a Who doth ambition shun, [All together here.

life is this, And loves to live i' the sun,

5 That your poor friends must woo your company? Seeking the food he eats,

What! you look merrily. And pleas'd with what he gets,

Jaq. Afool, a fool! I met a fool i'the forest,
Come hither, come hither, come hither; A motley *fool,-a miserable varlet!
Here shall he see

As I do live by food, I met a fool;
No enemy,

10 Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the sun, But winter and rough weather.

And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, Jag. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I In good set terms, -and yet a motley fool. [he, made yesterday in despight of my invention. Good-morrow, fvol,” quoth I: “No, sir," quoth Ami. And I'll sing it.

“Call me not fool,till heaven hath sent me fortune:” Juq. Thus it goes:

15 And then he drew a dial from his poke; If it do come to pass,

And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, That any man turn ass,

Says, very wisely, “ It is ten a-clock: Learing his wealth and ease,

Thus may we see," quoth he,“ how the world A stubborn wiil to please,

" "Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine ; [wags: Duc ad me, duc ad me, duc ad me';

20“ And after one hour more, 'lwill be eleven; Here shall he see

“ And so, from hour to hour, we ripe, and ripe, Gross fools as he,

" And then, from hour to hour, we rot, and rot, An if he will come to me.

“ And thereby hangs a tale.” When I did hear Ami. What's that duc ad me?

The motley fool thus moral on the time, Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into 25 My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, a circle. I'll go sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll That fools should be so deep-contemplauve; Tail against all the first-born of Egypt?

And I did laugh, sans intermission, 4mi. And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet is An hour by his dial.- O noble fool! prepar'd.

[Ereunt severally. A wortby fool! Motley's the only wear. SCENE VI.

30 Duke Sen. What fool is this? (courtier; Enter Orlando and Adam.

Jng. 0 worthy fool!—One that hath been a Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: 0,1 And says, if ladies be but young, and fair, die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out They have the gift to know it: and in his brain,my grave. Farewell, kind master.

Which is as dry as the remainder bisket Orlı. Why, how now, Adlam! no greater heart 35 After a voyage,--he hath strange places cramm’d in thee? Live a little ; comfort a little; cheer thy- With observation, the which he vents self a little: If this uncouth forest yield any thing In mangled forms:-0, that I were a fool! savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for I am anibitious for a motley coat. food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy Duke Sen. Thou shalt have one. powers. For my sake be comfortable; hold death 40 Jaq. It is my only suit'; a while at the arm's end: I will be here with thee Provided, that you weed your better judgments presently; and if I bring thee not something to Of all opinion that grows rank in them, tat, I'll give thee leave to die: but if thou diest That I am wise, I must have liberty before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Withal, as large a charter as the wind, Well said: thou look’st cheerly: and I'll be with 45 To blow on whom I please; for so fools have : the quickly. Yet thou liest in the bleak air : And they that are most galled with my folly, [s0} Come, I will bear thee to some shelter; and thou They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they shait not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any The why is plain as way to parish-church: thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam![Eicunt. He, that a fool doth very wisely hit, SCENE VII.

50 Doth very foolishly, although he smart,

Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not,
Another part of the Forest.

The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd
Enter Duke Senior and Lords. [.4 tuble set out. Even by the squandring glances of the fool.

Duke Sen, I think he is transform’d into a beast; Invest me in my motley; give me leave
For I can no where sind him like a man.

55 To speak my mind, and I will through and through | Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone Cleanse the foul body of the infected world, Here wai he merry, hearing of a song. (hence; If they will patiently receive my medicine. [do.

Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars', grow musical, DukeSen. Fieon thee! I can tell what thou would'st We shall have shortly discord in the spheres:-- Jag. What, for a counter, would I do but good? Go, seek him; tell hiin, I would speak with him. 1601 DukeSen. Most mischievous foul sin, inchiding sin:

· That is, bring him to me; alluding to the burthen of Amiens' song: Come hither, come hither, come hither.

A proverbial expression for high-born persons. 'i. e. made up of discords. 4i. e. a parti-coloured fool, alluding to his coat. Si. e. petition





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For thou thyself hast been a libertine,

And therefore sit you down in gentleness, As sensual as the brutish sting itself;

And take upon command? whai heip we have And all the embossed sores, and headed evils, That to your wanting may be ministred. That thou with licence of free foot liast caught, Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while, Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world. 5 Wbiles, like a doe, I go to lind my fawn, Jaq. Why, who cries out ou pride,

And give it food. There is an old pour man, That can therein tax any private party?

Hi ho after me hath many a weary step Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,

Limp'd in pure love; 'rili be be iirst suffic'd, Till that the very means do ebb?

Oppress’d with two weak evils, age, and hunger,What woman in the city do I name,

101 will not touch a bit. When that I say, The city-woman bears

Dithe Sin. Go find him out,
The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders? And we will nothing waste till your return.
Who can come in, and say, that I mean her,

Orla. I thank ve: and be bless'd for your good When such a one as she, such is her neighbour ?


(Eiit. Or what is he of basest function,

151 Duke Sen. Thou seest, we are not all alone un That says, his bravery is not on my cost,

This wide and universal theatre [happy: (Thinking that I mean him) but therein suits Presents more woful pageants than the scene His folly to the metal of my speech? [wherein

Wherein we play in. There then; How then? What then? Let me see Jag. All the world's a stage, My tongue hath wrong’d him: if it do him right, 20 And all the inen and women merely players: Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, They have their exits, and their entrances; Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies, And one man in his time plays many parts, Unclaim'd of any man.-But who comes here? His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,

Enter Orlando, with his sword drawn. Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms : Orla. Forbear, and eat no inore.

25 And then, the whining school-boy with his satchel, Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.

And shining-morning face, creiping like snail Orla. Nor shalt not, 'till necessity be serv’d. Cnwillingly to school: And then the lover ; Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of? Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad.

Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy Made to his mistress' eyebrow: Then, a soldier; Or else a rude despiser of good manners,[distress;30 Full of strange oatlas, and bearded like the pard, That in civility thou seem'st so empty? [point Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Orla. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny Seeking the bubble reputation

stice; Of barę distress hath ta'en froni me the shew Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the jus. Of smooth civility: yet am I inland bred, In fair round belly, with good capon lin’d, And know some nurture': But forbear, I say; 135 With eyes severe, and beard of forinal cut, He dies, that touches any of this fruit,

Full of wise saws and modern'instances, Til I and my affairs are answered.

And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts Jaq. An you will not

Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon; Be answered with reason, I must die.

With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gen-40 His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide tleness shall force,

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, More than your force move us to gentleness. Turning again towards childish treble, pipes

Orla, I almost die for food, and let me have it. And whistles in his sound: Last scene of all, Duke Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to That ends this strange eventful history, our table.

[you ; 45 Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Orla. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray

I Sans teeth, sans cyes, sans taste, sans every thing. I thought, that all things had been savage here;

Re-enter Orlando, with Adam, And therefore put I on the countenance

Duke Sen. Welcome: Set down

your venerable Of stern commandment: But whate'er you are,

And let him feed.

[burden, That in this desert inaccessible,

50 Orla. I thank you most for him. Under the shade of melancholy boughs,

Adam. So had you need, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. [you If ever you have look'd on better days;

Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble If ever been where bells have knolld to church; As yet, to question you about your fortunes :If ever sat at any good man's feast;

55 Give us some musick; and, good cousin, sing. If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,

Amiens sings. And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied ;

$ ( N G Let gentleness my strong enforcement be:

Blow, blow', thou winter wind, In the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword.

Thou art not so unkind Duke Sen. True is it, that we have seen better days;160 As man's ingratitude; And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church; Thy tooth is not so keen, And sat at good men's feasts; and wip'd our eyes

Because thou-art not seen, Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd:

Although thy breath be rude. "Nurture means education, ? i, e. at your own command. i. e. trite, common instances, according to Mr. Stevens.


Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly: Duke Sen. If that you were the good sir Row. Mlostfriendshipis fegning, most loving mere jol

land's son, Then, heigh ho, the holly!

[ly. As you have whispered faithfully, you were;
This life is most jolly.

And as mine eye doth his elligies witness
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter shy,

5 Níost truly limn'd and living in your face,-
That dost not bile so nigh

Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke, (tune, As benefits forgot:

That lov’d your father: The residue of your forThough thou the waters warp',

Go to my cave and tell me.-Good old man,
Thy sting is not so sharp

Thou art right welcome, as thy master is :-
As fruenit remember'd not.

10 Support him by the arm.-Give me your hand, Heigh ho! sing, &c.

And let me all your fortunes understand. [Excunt.

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120 Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree

The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive * she.
The Palace.


Enter Corin and Clown,
Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.

Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life,
see him since? Sir, sir, that 25 master Touchstone?
cannot be:

Cio. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is But were I not the better part made mercy, a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's I should not seek an absent argument

life, it is naught. In respect that it is sol tary, I Of my revenge, thou present: But look to it: liike it very well; but in respect that it is private, Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is ; 30 it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the Seek him wi b candle: bring him dead or living, teles, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, To seek a living in our territory.

look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine, no more plenty in it, it goes much against iny stoWorth seizure, do we seize into our hands; 35 mach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? 'Til thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth, Cor. No more, but that i know, the more one Of what we think against ihee.

sickens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that Oli. Oh, that your highness knew my heart in wants money, means, and content, is without three this:

good friends:--That the property of rain is to wet, I never lov'd my brother in my life.

40 and fire to burn ;-That good pasture makes fat Duke. More villain thou. Well, push hin: sheep: and that a great cause of the night, is the out of doors;

lack of the sun: That he, that bath learned no wit And let my officers of such a nature

by nature nor art, may complain of good breedMake an extent upon his house and lands?: ling, or comes of a very dull kindred. Do this expediently', and turn him going. 45 Clo. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast

[Exeunt. ever in court, shepherd ?

Cor. No, truly.

Clo. Then thou art damn'd.
The Forest,

Cor. Nav, I hope,
Enter Orlando.

50 Clo. Truly, thou art damn’d; like an ill-roastOrla. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my ed egg, all on one side. love:

[vey. Cor. For not being at court? Your reason. And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, sur Cio. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, never saw’si good manners: if thon never saw'st

Thy huntress' name, that my full lite doth sway. 55 good manners, then thy manners must be wichO Rosalind! these trees shall be my books, led; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation:

And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; Thou art in a parlous' state, shepherd. That every eye, which in this forest looks,

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those, that are Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the

' i. e. turn or change them from their natural state. ? To make an extent of lands, is a legal phrase, from the words of a writ (extendi facias) whereby the sheritt'is directed to cause certain tands to be appraised to their full extended value, before be delivers them to the person entitled under a recognizance, &c. i.e. expeditiously. luexpressible. Perilous.





country, as the behaviour of the country is most dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted: mockable at the court. You told me, you salute it is the right butter-woman's rate to market. not at the court, but you kiss your hands; that Ros Out, fool! courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were Clo. For a taste : shepherds.


« If a bart do lack a hind, Clo. Instance, briefly; come, instance.

Let him seek out Rosalind, Cor: Why, we are still handling our ewes; and

.: If the cat will after kind, their fells you know are greasy.

“ So, be sure, will Rosalind. Clo. Why, do not your courtiers' hands sweat?

“ Winter-garments must be lin'd, and is not the grease of a'mutton as wholesome as 10

“ So must slender Rosalind. the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow : A better

They that reap, must sheaf and bind; instance, I say ; come.

“ Then to cart with Rosalind. Cor. Besides, our hands are hard.

“ Suectest nut hath sourest rind, Cli. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shal

” Such a nut is Rosalind. low again: A more sounder instance, come. 115

“ He that sweetest rose will find, Cor. And they are often tari'd over with the

“ Must find love's prick, and Rosalind." surgery of our sheep; And would you have us kiss tar? The courtier's hands are perfumed with ci

This is the very false gallop of verses; Why do yet.

you infect yourself with them? Clo. Most shallow man! Thou worm’s-meat, it: 20 Ros. Peace, you dull fool; I found them on a respect of a good piece of Hesh:-indeed!-Learn tree. of the wise, and perpend: Civet is of a baser birth Clo. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. than tar; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend

Ros. I'll graft it with you, and then I sball graft the instance, shepherd.

it with a medlar: then it will be the earliest fruit Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me: I'll 25 the country; for you'll be rotten ere you be half rest.

ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medlar. Clo. Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee,

Clo. You have said; but whether wisely or no, shallow man! God make incision in thee!! thou

let the forest judge. art raw.

Enter Celia, with a writing. Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that 130 Ros. Peace! eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate; envy no Here comes my sister, reading'; stand aside. man's happiness; glad of other men's good, con

Why should this desert silent be? tent with my harı: and the greatest of my pride

“ For it is unpeopled: No; is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck.

“ Tongues I'll hang on every tree, Clo. That is another simple sin in you; to bring 35 “ That shall civil sayings show. the ewes and rams together, and to offer to gel “ Some, how brief the life of man your living by the copulation of cattle: to be

“ Runs his erring pilgrimage; bawd to a bell-wether; and to betray a she-lamb “ That the stretching of a span of a twelvemonth to a crooked-pated, old, cuck

“ Buckles in his sum of age. oldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou 40 “ Some, of violated vows be'st not damn’d for this, the devil himself will

“'Twixt the souls of friend and friend: have no shepherds; I cannot see else how thou “But upon the fairest boughs, should'st 'scape.

“ Or at every sentence' end, Cor. Here comes young Mr. Ganimed, my “ Will I Rosalinda write; new mistress's brother.


“ Teaching all that read, to know Enter Rosalind with a paper.

This quintessence of every sprite Ros." From the east to western Ind,

“ Heaven would in little show. “ No jewel is like Rosalind.

“ Therefore heaven nature charg'd
“ Her worth, being mounted on the wind,

“That one borly should be fill'd
“ Through all the world bears Rosalind. 50 “With all graces wide enlarg'd:
" All the pictures, fairest limn’d,

“ Nature presently distill’d
“ Are but black to Rosalind.

“ Helen's cheek, but not her heart; “Let no face be kept in mind,

“ Cleopatra's majesty: “ But the fair of Rosalind.

“ Atalanta's better part*; Clo. I'll rhime you so, eight years together ;55 “ Sad' Lucretia's modesty.

? Dr. Warburton says, To make incision was a proverbial expression then in vogue for, to make to understand ; wbile Mr. Steevens thinks, that it alludes to the common expression, of cutting such a one for the simples. * Fair means beauty, complexion. 3 Ciril is here used in the same sense as when we say civil life, in opposition to the state of nature. * The commentators are much divided in their opinions on our author's meaning in this line. Dr. Johnson is of opinion, that Shakspeare seems here to have mistaken some other character for that of Atalanta. Mr. Tollet thinks, the port may perhaps mean her beauty, and graceful elegance of shape, which he would prefer to her swiftness; or that it may allude probably to her being a maiden ; while Mr. Farmer supposes Atalanta's better part is her wit, i. e. the stiftness of her mind. Si. e. grave or suber.

« Thus

Cel. "



“ Thus Rosalind of many parts

Cel. So you may put a man in your belly,
" By heavenly synod was devis’d; Ros. Is die of God's making? What manner of
“ Of many faces, eyes, and hearts, inan? Is his head worth a liat, or his chin worth

“ To have the touches' dearest priz'd.L. a beard?
“ Heaven would that she these gifts should 5 Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.
"s have,

Ros. Why, God will send more, if the man will “ And I to live and die her slave."

be thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, Ros. O inost gentle Jupiter !--what tedious ho- if thou delay me not the knowledge of his chin. inily of love have you wearied your parishioners Cel. It is young Orlando, that tripp'd up the withial, and never cry'd, “ Have patience, good 10 wrestler's heels, and your heart, both in an instant.

Ros. Nay, but the devil take mocking; speak Cel. How now! back-friends ?-Shepherd, go sad brow, and true maid. oft a little:-Go with him, sirrah.

Cel. I'faith, coz, 'uis he. Clo. Conie,shepherd,led us make an honourable Ros. Orlando? retreat ; though not with bag and baggage, yet 15 Cel. Orlando, with scrip and scrippage. [Exeunt Corin und Clo. Ros. Alas the day! what shall I do with my Cel. Didst thou hear these verses?

doublet and hose? - What did he, when thou saw'st Ros. O, yes, I heard them all, and more too ;

him? What said he? How look'd he? Wherein for some of them had in them more feet than the went he? What makes he here? Did he ask for verses would bear.

20 me? Where remains he: low parted he with Cél. That's no matter; the feet might bear the thee? And when siialt thou see him again? An

wer me in one word. Ros. Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not Cel. You must borrow me Garagantua's mouth bear themselves without the verse, and therefore birst: 'tis a word too great for any mouth of this stood lamely in the verse.

25 age's size: To say, ay, and no, to these particulars, Cel. But didst thou hear, without wondering is more than to answer in a catechism. how thy name should be hang'd and carv'd upon Ros. But doth he know that I am in this forest, these trees?

in man's apparel? Looks he as freshly as he Ros. I was seren of the nine days out of wonder, did the day he wrestled ? before you came; for look here what I found on 301, Cel. It is as easy to count alomies, as to resolve a palm-tree: I was never so be-rhimed since Py; the propositions of a lover:--but take a taste of my thagoras' time, that I was an Irish rat?, whicho finding him, and relislı it with good observance. can hardly remember.

I found him under a tree, like a dropp'd acorn, Cel. Trow you, who hath done this?

Ros. It may well be callid Jove's tree, when it Ros. Is it a man?

35 drops forth such fruit. Cel. And a chain, that you once wore, about his Cel. Give me audience, good madam, neck: Change you colour?

Ros. Proceed. Ros. I pr’ythee, who?

Cl. There lay he, stretch'd along, like a woundCel. O lord, lord! it is a hard matter for friends ed knight. to meet; but mountains may be remov'd with 40 Ros. Though it be pity to see such a sight, it earthquakes, and so encounter.

well becomes the ground. Ros. Nay, but who is it?

Cel. Cry, holloa! to thy tongue, I prythee; Cel. Is it possible?

it curvets uirseasonably. Ile was furnish'd like Pos. Nay, I pr’ythee now, with most petition- a hunter.

a ary vehemence, tell me who it is.

45 Ros. Oli ominous ! he comes to kill my heart, Cel. O wonderful,wonderful, and most wonder- Cel. I would sing my song without a burden: ful wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after thou bring'st me out of tune. that out of all whooping!

Ros. Do you not know I am a woman when Ros. Good my complexion?! dost thou think, I think, I must speak. Sweet, say on. though I am caparison'd like a man, I have a dou-150

Enter Orlando and Jaques. blet and hose in my disposition? One inch of de- Cel. You bring me out:-Soft! comes he not here? lay more is a South-sea off discovery*. I prythee, Ros. 'Tis he; Slink by, and note him. tell me, who is it? quickly, and speak apace:

[Celia and Rosalind retire. would thou couldst stamnier, that thou might'st Jaq. I thank you for your company; but, good pour this concealed man out of thy mouth, as wine 55 faith, I had as lief have been myself alone. comes out of a narrow-mouth'd bottle; either too Oila. And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, much at once, or none at all. I pr’ythee take the I thank you too for your society. [we can, cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings. Jaz. God be with you; let's meet as little as

Hi.e. fcatures. 2 Rosalind here alludes to the Pythagorean doctrine, which teaches that souls transmigrate from one animal to another, and says, that in his time she was an Irish rat, and by some metrical charm was rhymned to death. The power of killing rats with rhymes is mentioned by Donne in his Satires. Warburton conjectures the meaning to be, hold gond my complexion, i. e. let me not blush. *That is, a discovery as far off as the South-sea. Garagantua is the giant of Rabelais, and said to have swallowed tive pilgrinis, their staves and all, in a sallad.



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