Jaq. Of what kind should this Cock come of? Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy diftrefs? Or else a rude despiser of good manners, That in civility thou feem'ft fo empty? Orla. You touch'd my vein at firft; the thorny point Of bare diftrefs hath ta'en from me the fhew Be anfwered with reafon, I muft die. Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gentleness fhall force, More than your force move us to gentleness. Orla. I almoft die for food, and let me have it. Duke Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table. Orla. Speak you fo gently? pardon me, I pray you; I thought, that all things had been favage here; you are, Under the fhade of melancholy boughs, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear, In the which hope I blufh, and hide my fword. days; And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church; C 4, And And fate at good men's feafts, and wip'd our eyes Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while, Duke Sen. Go find him out, And we will nothing wafte till you return. Orla. I thank ye; and be blefs'd for your good comfort!. [Exit. SCENE IX. Duke Sen. HOU feeft, we are not all alone un Thappy: This wide and universal Theatre Prefents more woful pageants, than the scene Jaq. All the world's a Stage, And all the men and women merely Players; Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the juftice With fpectacles on nose, and pouch on fide; Enter Orlando, with Adam. ELCOME: fet down your venera Duke Sen. Wble burden, And let him feed. Orla. I thank you moft for him. I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you, As yet to queftion you about your fortunes. Give us fome mufic; and, good coufin, fing. SONG. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not fo unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not fo keen, Becaufe thou art not fheen, Altho' thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! fing, heigh ho! unto the green holly; This life is moft jolly. C 5 Freeze, Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, As friend remembred not. Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's As you have whisper'd faithfully you were, [Exeunt. N But were I not the better part made mercy, OT fee him fince? Sir, Sir, that cannot be: I fhould not feek an abfent argument. Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living, Thy lands and all things that thou doft call thine, Worth Worth feizure, do we feize into our hands; 'Till thou canft quit thee by thy brother's mouth, Of what we think against thee. Oli. Oh, that your Highness knew my heart in this: I never lov'd my brother in my life. Duke. More villain thou. Well, push him out of doors; And let my officers of fuch a nature Make an Extent upon his house and lands: Orla. SCENE II. Changes to the FOREST. HANG Enter Orlando. ANG there, my verse, in witness of my love; And thou thrice-crowned Queen of Night furvey, With thy chafte eye, from thy pale fphere above, Thy huntrefs' name that my full life doth fway. O Rofalind! thefe trees fhall be my books, And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; That every eye, which in this Foreft looks, Shall fee thy virtue witnefs'd every where. Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree, The fair, the chafte, and unexpreffive She. SCENE III. Enter Corin and Clown. [Exit. ND how like you this fhepherd's life, Mr. Cor. A Touchstone? Clo. Truly, fhepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in refpect that it is a fhepherd's life, it is naught. In refpect that it is folitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a |