We that are true lovers run into strange capers; but all is mortal in nature, fo is all nature in love mortal in folly. Rof. Thou fpeak'ft wiser than thou art ware of.

Clo. Nay, I fhall ne'er be ware of mine own wit, 'till I break my thins against it.

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

Clo. And mine; but it grows fomething ftale 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,
Cor. Who calls?

to. C. Your betters.

he's not thy kinsman.

Cor. Elfe they're very wretched.

Rof. Peace, fool, 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
Can in this defart place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may reft our felves, and feed
Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd,
And faints for fuccour.

Cor. Fair Sir, I pity her,

And wish, 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 graze;
My mafter is of churlish difpofition,
And little recks 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 fheep-cote now,
By reafon of his abfence, there is nothing
That you will feed on; but what is come fee,

And in my voice most welcome fhall you be.

Raf. What is he that fhall buy his flock and pafture?

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

Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,
And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
Cel. And we will mend thy wages.

I like this place, and willingly could waste
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,

SCENE

V.

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

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

[Exeunt.

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 defire you to pleaseme, I do defire you to king; 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 request, than to please my self.

Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but that they call compliment is like th' 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 C 2

Duke

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 shun,
And loves to lye i'th' fun,
Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets;

Come bither, come hither, come hither;
Here fhall be fee

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Faq. I'll give you a verfe to this note, that I made yefterday in defpight of my invention.

Ami. And I'll fing it.

Jaq. Thus it goes.

Here fhall be fee

Grofs fools as be,

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 fleep if I can i 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. SCENE VI. Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam, Dear mafter, I can go no further; I die for food! here lye I down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, kind mafter.

Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? live a little, comfort a little, sheer thy felf a little. If

this uncouth foreft 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 fake be comforta ble, 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 iyeft in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to fome fhelter, and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this defart. Cheerly, good Adam.

SCENE VII.

Enter Duke Sen, and Lords.

[Exeunt.

[A table fet outd

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, Here was he merry, hearing of a song.

Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical,
We shall have shortly difcord in the spheres:
Go feek him, tell him I would speak with him.
Enter Jaques.

1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach.
Duke Sen. Why how now, Monfieur, what a life is this,
That your poor friends muft woo your company?
What? you look merrily.

Jaq. 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 in 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 heaven 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 a clock :

Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags : 'Tis but an hour ago fince it was nine,

And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; € 3

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

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,
Which is as dry as the remainder bifket
After a voyage, he hath ftrange places cram'd
With obfervation, the which he vents
In mangled forms. O that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Duke Sen. Thou fhalt 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 must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,

To blow on whom I please, for so fools have ;
And they that are moft gauled with my folly,
They most must 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
Even 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' infected world,

If they will patiently receive my medicine.

Duke Sen. Fie on thee, I can tell what thou wouldst do.
Jaq, What, for a counter, would I de bút good?
Duke Sen, Moft mifchievous foul fin, in chiding fin:

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