Imágenes de páginas

not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam.

The in

[blocks in formation]
[ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors]

Enter Duke Sen. and Lords. {a table set out.
Duke Sen. I think, he is transform'd into a beast;
For I can no where find him like a man.

i 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 musical,
We shall have shortly discord in the spheres :
Go, seek him ; tell him, I would speak with him.

Enter Jaques.
i Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach.

Duke Sen. Why, how now, monsieur! what a life is this,
That your poor friends must woo your company?
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 sun,
And raild on lady fortune in good terms,
In good set terms, and yet a motley fool.
Good morrow, fool, quoth I: no, sir, quoth he,
Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune :
And then he drew a dial from his poke,
And looking on it with lack-luftre eye,
Says, very wisely, it is ten o'clock:
Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags:
'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
And so, 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


[ocr errors]


The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools should be so deep contemplative:
And I did laugh, fans intermission,
An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
A worthy fooll motley's the only wear.

Duke Sen. What fool is this?

Jaq. O worthy fool! one that hath been a courtier ;
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 biscuit
After a voyage, he hath strange places cram’d
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms. O that I were a fool !
I am ambitious for a motley coat.

Duke Sen. Thou shalt have one.

Jaq. It is my only suit;
Provided that you weed your better judgments
Of all opinion that grows rank in them,
That I am wise. 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 most gauled with my folly,
They most must laugh: and why, fir, must they fo?
The why is plain, as way to parish church;
He, whom a fool doth very wisely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to feem senseless of the bob: if not,
The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd
Even by the squand'ring glances of a fool.
Invest me in my motley; give me leave
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 Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou would'st do.
Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good ?




[ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][merged small]


Duke Sen. Most mischievous foul fin, in chiding fin:
For thou thyself haft been a libertine,
As sensual as the brutish sting itself;
And all the embossed sores, and headed evils,
That thou with license of free foot hast caught,
Would'st thou disgorge into the general world.

Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
Till that the very very means do ebb?
What woman in the city do I name,
When that I say the city-woman bears
The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ?
Who can come in, and say, that I mean her,
When such a one as she, such is her neighbour?
Or what is he of baseft function,
That says, his bravery is not on my coft,
Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits
His folly to the mettle of my speech?
There then; how then ? let me then see wherein
My tongue hath wrong’d him ; if it do him right,
Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,
Why then, my taxing like a wild goose flies
Unclaim'd of any man.

But who comes here?

[merged small][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors]
[ocr errors]


Enter Orlando, with his sword drawn.
Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.
Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet.
Orla. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv’d.
Jaq. Of what kind should this cock come?

Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distrefs?
Or else a rude despiser of good manners,
That in civility thou seem'ft so empty?
Orla. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point


Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show
Of smooth civility ; yet am I inland bred,
And know some nurture: but forbear, I say:
He dies that touches any of this fruit,
Till I and my affairs are answered.

Jaq. If you will not
Be answered with reason, I must die.

Duke Sen. What would you have your gentleness shall force, More than your force move us to gentleness

Orlw. I almost die for food, and let me have it.
Duke Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.

Oria. Speak you so gently? pardon me, I pray you;
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 desert inaccessible,
Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Lofe and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever you have look'd on better days;
If ever been where bells have knoll’d to church;
If ever sat at any good man's feast;
If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear,
And known what 'tis to pity, and be pitied;
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be,
In the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword.

Duke Sen. True is it that we have seen better days,
And have with holy bell been knoll’d to church,
And fat at good men's feasts, and wip'd our eyes
Of drops that sacred pity hath engender’d:
And therefore sit you down in gentleness

, And take

upon command what help we have,
That to your wanting may be minister’d.
Orla. 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


[ocr errors]

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 Sen. Go, find him out,
And we will nothing waste till you return. .
Orla. I thank ye; and be bless’d for your good comfort !


Tuni And

That lifeca fans t

[blocks in formation]
[ocr errors][ocr errors][ocr errors]

Duke Sen. Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy :
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play.

Jaq. All the world is a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits, and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts :
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then, the whining schoolboy, with his satchel,
And shining morning-face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then, the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then, a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice
In fair round belly, with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances,
And so he plays his part. The fixth age

Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well fav’d, a world too wide


« AnteriorContinuar »