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not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam.
Enter Duke Sen. and Lords.
[a table fet out.
Duke Sen. I think, he is transform'd into a beaft; 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 fong..
Duke Sen. If he, compact of jars, grow mufical,
I Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach.
What? you look merrily.
Jaq. A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' th' forest, A motley fool, a miserable varlet,
As I do live by food, I met a fool,
Who lay'd him down, and bask'd him in the fun,
In good set terms, and yet a motley fool.
Good morrow, fool, quoth I: no, fir, quoth he,
And looking on it with lack-luftre eye,
Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags:
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ;
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
Jaq. O worthy fool! one that hath been a courtier;
They have the gift to know it: and in his brain,
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage, he hath ftrange places cram'd
With obfervation, the which he vents
In mangled forms. O that I were a fool!
Duke Sen. Thou shalt have one.
Jaq. It is my only fuit;
Provided that you weed your better judgments
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I pleafe; for fo fools have:
They moft muft laugh: and why, fir, muft they fo?
To speak my mind, and I will through and through
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Duke Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou would't do.
aq. 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 the emboffed fores, and headed evils,
That says, his bravery is not on my coft,
There then; how then? let me then fee wherein
Enter Orlando, with his fword drawn.
Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.
Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.
Orla. Nor fhalt not, till neceffity be serv'd.
Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come?
Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress?
Or elfe a rude defpifer of good manners,
That in civility thou seem'st so empty ?
Orla. You touch'd my vein at firft; the thorny point
Duke Sen. What would you have? your gentleness shall force, More than your force move us to gentleness.
Orlu. 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,
And therefore put I on the countenance
Of stern commandment.
But whate'er you are
That in this defert inacceffible,
Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Lofe and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church;
If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear,
In the which hope, I blush, and hide
Duke Sen. True is it that we have seen better days,
Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while,
Limp'd in pure love; till he be firft fuffic'd,
Duke Sen. Go, find him out,
And we will nothing waste till you return.
Orla. I thank ye; and be blefs'd for your good comfort!
Duke Sen. Thou seeft, we are not all alone unhappy :
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woful pageants than the scene
Jaq. All the world is a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
And then, the whining schoolboy, with his fatchel,
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice
With eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut,