"We that are true lovers, run into ftrange capers; "but as all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love "mortal in folly."

Rof. Thou fpeak'ft wifer, than thou art ware of. Clo. Nay, I fhall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, till I break my fhins against it.

Rof. Jove Jove! this fhepherd's paffion is much upon my fashion.

Clo. And mine; but it grows fomething stale with me. Cel. I pray you, one of you queftion yond man, If he for gold will give us any food;

I faint almoft to death.

Clo. Holla; you, clown!

Rof. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinfman.
Cor. Who calls?

Clo. Your betters, Sir.

Cor. Elfe they are very wretched.

Rof. Peace, I fay: Good even to you, friend.
Cor. And to you; gentle Sir, and to you all.
Rof. I pr'ythee, fhepherd, if that love or gold
Çan in this defart place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may reft ourselves, and feed;
Here's a young maid with travel much opprefs'd,
And faints for fuccour.

Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,

And with for her fake, more than for mine own,
My fortunes were more able to relieve her :

But I am fhepherd to another man,

And do not sheer the fleeces that I grase;

My mafter is of churlish difpofition,

And little wreaks to find the way to heav'n

By doing deeds of hofpitality:

Befides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed

Are now on fale, and at our sheep-cote now,
By reafon of his abfence, there is nothing
That you will feed on; but what is, come fee,

And in my voice moft welcome fhall you be.

Rof. What is he that fhall buy his flock and pa

fture?

Cor. That young fwain that you faw here but ere

while,

That little cares for buying any thing.

Rof. I pray thee, if it ftand with honefty, Buy thou the cottage, pafture, and the flock, And thou fhalt have to pay for it of us.

Cel. And we will mend thy wages.

I like this place, and willingly could wafte
My time in it.

Cor. Affuredly, the thing is to be fold;
Go with me; if you like, upon report,
The foil, the profit, and this kind of life,
I will your very faithful feeder be;
And buy it with your gold right fuddenly.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V. Changes to a defart part of the foreft.

Enter Amiens, Jaques, and others.

And tune his merry note,

Unto the fweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here fhall he fee

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more.

Ami. It will make you melancholy, Monfieur Jaques. Jaq. I thank it; more, I pr'ythee, more; I can fuck melancholy out of a fong, as a weazel fucks eggs: more, I pr'ythee, more.

Ami. My voice is rugged; I know I cannot please

you.

Jaq. “I do not desire you to please me, I do defire you to fing;" come, come, another ftanzo; call you 'em ftanzo's ?

Ami. What you will, Monfieur Jaques.

Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me nothing.Will you fing?

Ami. More at your requeft, than to please myself. Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but that they call compliments, is like the encounter of two dog-apes. And when a man thanks

me heartily, methinks I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, fing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.

Ami. Well, I'll end the fong, Sirs; cover the while the Duke will dine under this tree; he hath been all this day to look you.

Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too difputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he, but I give Heav'n thanks, and make no boaft of them. Come, warble, come.

SONG.

Who doth ambition fhun,
And loves to lie i' th' fun,
Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets;
Come hither, come hither, come hither;

Here fhall be fee

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. I'll give you a verfe to this note, that I made ye fterday in defpight of my invention.

Ami. And I'll fing it.

Jaq. Thus it goes.

If it do come to pass,

That any man turn afs;

Leaving his wealth and cafe

A ftubborn will to pleafe,

Duc ad me, duc ad me, duc ad mi`;

Here fhall be fee

Grofs fools as he,

An if he will come to me.

Ami. What's that Duc ad me?

Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go to fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the firft-born of Egypt.

Ami. And I'll go feek the Duke; his banquet is prepar❜d. [Exeunt, feverally.

SCENE VI. Enter Orlando and Adam.

Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further; 0, I die VOL. II.

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for food! here lie I down, and meafure out my grave. Farewel, kind master.

Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth foreft yield any thing favage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee: thy conceit is nearer death, than thy powers. For my fake be comfortable, hold death a while at the arm's end. I will be here with thee prefently; and if I bring thee, not fomething to eat, I'll give thee leave to die. But if thou-dieft before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well faid, thou look'ft cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou lieft in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to fome fhelter, and thoù fhalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this defart. Cheerly, good Adam. [Exeunt.

SCENE

Enter Duke fen. and Lords.

VII.

[A table fet out.

Duke fen. I think he is 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 fen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical,
We shall have shortly difcord in the fpheres:
Go, feek him; tell him, I would fpeak with him.
Enter Jaques.

1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach.
Duke fen. Why, how now, Monfieur, what a life is
this,

That your poor friends muft woo your company?
What? you look merrily.

Faq. 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 în 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 Heayen hath fent me fortune;

• And then he drew a dial from his poak, • 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,

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And after one hour more 'twill be cleven;

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 intermiflion,
An hour by his dial. O noble fool,
A worthy fool! motley's the only wear.
Duke fen. What fool is this?

Faq. "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-bifket

"After a voyage, he hath ftrange places cramm'd. "With obfervation, the which he vents

"In mangled forins. O that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Duke fen. Thou shalt have one,
Faq. 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 muft have liberty
"Withal, as large a charter as the wind,.

"To blow on whom I pleafe; for fo fools have;
"And they that are moft galled with my folly,

"They moft muft laugh. And why, Sir, muft they fo "The why is plain, as way to parish-church;

"He whom a fool doth very wifely hit,

"Doth very foolishly, although he fmart,

"Not to feem fenfelefs of the bob. If not,

"The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd

"Ev'n 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' infested world,