That can therein tax any private party? That says, his bravery is not on my cost, There then; How, what then? Let me see wherein My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right, Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies, Unclaim'd of any man.--But who comes here? Enter Orlando, with his sword drawn. Orl. Forbear, and eat no more. Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet. Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd. Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come of? 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, He diès, that touches any of this fruit, Jaq. An you will not be answer'd with reason, I must die. 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: I thought, that all things had been savage here; And therefore put I on the countenance 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 sat at any good man's feast; If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear, Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while, Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn, Limp'd in pure love; till he be first suffic'd,Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger,— I will not touch a bit. 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. Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in. Jaq. All the world's a stage, Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice; And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; Is second childishness, and mere oblivion; Re-enter Orlando, with Adam. Duke S. Welcome: Set down your venerable burden, And let him feed. Orl. I thank you most for him. Adam. So had you need; I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly: This life is most jolly. II. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, As friend remember'd not. Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! &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 That lov'd your father: The residue of tune, your for Go to my cave and tell me.--Good old man, [Exeunt. |