Thus we may see, quoth he, how the world wags: Jaq. O worthy fool!-One that hath been a And says, 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 In mangled forms:- O, that I were a fool! Duke S. Thou shalt have one. Jaq. Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please; for so fools have: 6 The fool was anciently dressed in a party-coloured coat. Even by the squand'ring glances of the fool. To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of the infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine. Duke S. Fye on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good? Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin: For thou thyself hast been a libertine. Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride, That says, his bravery 7 is not on my cost, There then; How, what then? Let me see wherein 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? 7 Finery. Duke S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress; Or else a rude despiser of good manners, Orl. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Jaq. An you will not be answered with reason, I must die. Duke S. What would you have? Your gentleness shall force, More than your force move us to gentleness. Orl. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you. I thought, that all things had been savage here; 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; And take upon command what help we have, Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while, Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn, And give it food. There is an old poor man, Who after me hath many a weary step 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 un happy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Jaq. And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, Made to his mistress' eye-brow: Then, a soldier ; Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice; 8 Trite, common. Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side; 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. Duke S. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble As yet, to question you about your fortunes:Give us some musick; and, good cousin, sing. AMIENS sings. SONG. you I. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly; Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh, ho, the holly! This life is most jolly. |