Ami. It will make you melancholy, Monfieur Jaques. Faq. I thank it; more, I pr'ythee more; I can fuck melancholy out of a song, as a weazle fucks eggs: : more, I pr'ythee, more. Ami. My voice is rugged; I know, I cannot please you. Jaq. I do not defire you to please me, I do defire you to fing; come,come, another ftanzo; call you 'em ftanzos? Ani. 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. faq. 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 boat 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 he fee No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Jaq. I'll give you a verfe to this note, that I made yesterday in defpight of my invention. Ami. And I'll fing it. Faq. Thus it goes. If If it do come to pass, Grofs fools as he, An' if he will come to me. Ami. What's that ducdame ? Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the firft-born of Egypt. Ami. And I'll go seek the Duke: his banquet is prepar'd. [Exeunt, feverally. Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: O, I die for food! here I lie down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, kind master. Orla. Why, how now, Adam? no greater heart in thee? live a little, comfort a little; cheer thyfelf 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 presently, 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 shelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this defart. Cheerly, good Adam. Exeunt. Enter Duke Sen. and Lords. [A table fet out. Duke Sen. I think, he is transform'd into a beast, For I can no where find him like a man. 1 Lord. My Lord, he is but even now gone hence; N 4 Here Here was he merry, hearing of a fong. Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical, Go, feek him; tell him, I would speak with him. i Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach. Jaq. A fool, a fool; I met a fool i'th' forest, A motley fool; a miferable world! As I do live by food, I met, a fool, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the fun, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. wags: Good morrow, fool, quoth I: No, Sir, quoth he, Jaq. 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, I I am ambitious for a motley coat. Provided, that you weed your better judgments Of all opinion, that grows rank in them, To speak my mind, and I will through and through If they will patiently receive my medicine. Duke Sen. Fy on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do but good? Duke Sen. Moft mifchievous foul fin, in chiding fin; For thou thyself haft been a libertine, As fenfual as the brutish fting itself; And all th' emboffed fores and headed evils, (12) He, whom a fool doth very wifely bit, Seem fenfelefs of the bob. If not, &.] Befides that the third verfe is defective one whole foot in measure, the tenour of what Jaques continues to fay, and the reasoning of the paffage, fhew it is no lefs defective in the fenfe. There is no doubt, but the two little monofyllables, which I have supply'd, were either by accident wanting in the Manuscript copy, or by inadvertence were left out at press. When When that I fay, the city-woman bears That fays, his bravery is not on my cost; There then; how then? what then? let me fee wherein Enter Orlando, with fword drawn. Orla. Forbear, and eat no more. Orla. Nor fhalt not, 'till neceffity be ferv'd. 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 Of smooth civility; yet am I in-land bred, And know fome nurture: But forbear, I fay; Jaq. If you will not Be answered with reafon, I muft die. Duke Sen. What would you have? your gentleness fhall More than your force move us to gentleness. [force, Orla. I almoft die for food, and let me have it. Duke Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table. I thought, that all things had been favage here; Of ftern commandment. But whate'er you are, Under the fhade of melancholy boughs, Lofe |