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Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame;
Here shall he see,
Gross fools as he,
Ami. What's that ducdame?
Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.
Ami. And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet is prepar'd.
Enter ORLANDO and ADAM. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: O, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master.
Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little: If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable; hold death awhile at the arm's end: I will here be with thee presently; and if I bring thee not something to eat, I'll give thee leave to die: but if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said! thou look'st cheerily: and I'll be with thee quickly:Yet thou liesť in the bleak air: Come, I will bear thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not die for lack
4 — ducdame ;] For ducdàme, Sir Thomas Hanmer, very acutely and judiciously, reads duc ad me, that is, bring him to me. Dr. Farmer thinks it is evidently a word coined for the nonce.
of a dinner, if there live any thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam!
The same. A table set out. Enter Duke senior, Amiens,
Lords, and others. Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast; For I can no where find him like a man.
i Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence; Here was he merry, hearing of a song.
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.
Enter JAQUES. 1 Lord. 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? 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, And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set 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 poke;
5 compact of jars,] i. e, made up of discords.
6 Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune :) Fortuna favet fatuis, is, as Mr. Upton observes, the saying here alluded to; or, as in Publius Syrus:
“ Fortuna, nimium quem fovet, stultum facit."
And looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Duke S. What fool is this?
Duke S. Thou shalt have one.
It is my only suit;?
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
wouldst do. Jaq. What, for a counter,' would I do, but good? Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding
Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,
8 — if not, &c.] Unless men have the prudence not to appear touched with the sarcasms of a jester, they subject themselves to his power; and the wise man will have his folly anatomised, that is, dissected and laid open, by the squandring glances or random shots of a fool. Johnson,
9 for a counter,] About the time when this play was written, the French counters (i. e. pieces of false money used as a means of reckoning) were brought into use in England.
- his bravery-] i. e. his fine clothes.