SCENE VII.-The same.

A table set out. Enter DUKE senior, AMIENS, Lords, and others.

DUKE S. I think he be transform'd into a beast;

For I can nowhere 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 S. 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.

1 LORD. He saves my labour by his own approach.
DUKE S. 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' the forest,

A motley fool; a miserable world:

As I do live by food, I met a fool;

Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd 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-lustre eye,

Says, very wisely, "It is ten o'clock:

Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags:

T is but an hour ago, since it was nine;

And after one hour more, 't will 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

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, sans intermission,

An hour by his dial.-O noble fool!

A worthy fool! Motley 's the only wear.

DUKE S. 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,-

■ Compact-compounded, made up of.

Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit

After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd

With observation, the which he vents

In mangled forms:-O, that I were a fool!

I am ambitious for a motley coat.

DUKE S. 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 galled with my folly,

They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they so?
The why is plain as way to parish church:

He that a fool doth very wisely hit

Doth very foolishly, although he smart,

[Not to b] seem senseless of the bob: if not,

The wise man's folly is anatomis'd

Even by the squand'ring glances of the 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 S. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do.
JAQ. What, for a counter, would I do but good 1o ?
DUKE S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin:
For thou thyself hast been a libertine,
As sensual as the brutish sting itself;
And all the embossed sores, and headed evils,
That thou with licence of free foot hast caught,
Wouldst 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 weary d very means do ebb?

• Suit-request. Rosalind plays in the same way upon the word: "Not out of your apparel, but out of your suit."

Not to. These words are not in the original, but were added by Theobald. We cannot dispense with them, unless we adopt Whiter's ingenious but somewhat forced punctuation:

• Bob-rap.

"He that a fool doth very wisely hit

Doth, very foolishly although he smart,

Seem senseless of the bob."

• Weary exhausted. Whiter interprets it, "till that the very means, being weary, do ebb." The usual bald reading is, very, very. .

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 basest function,

That says, his bravery is not on my cost,

(Thinking that I mean him,) but therein suits

His folly to the mettle of my speech?

There then; How then? what then? Let me 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?

Enter ORLANDO, with his sword drawn.

ORL. Forbear, and eat no more.

Why, I have eat none yet.

JAQ.
ORL. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd.

JAQ. Of what kind should this cock come of?

DUKE S. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress;
Or else a rude despiser of good manners,
That in civility thou seem'st so empty?

ORL. 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 nurtured. But, forbear, I say;

He dies that touches any of this fruit

Till I and my affairs are answered.

JAQ. An you will not be answered with reason, I must die.
DUKE S. What would you have? Your gentleness shall force,

More than your force move us to gentleness.

ORL. I almost die for food, and let me have it.

DUKE S. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.

ORL. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you :

I thought that all things had been savage 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,

Lose 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;

Bravery-finery.

• Comes. The original has come.

Taxing-censure, reproach.
Nurture-education.

If ever sat at any good man's feast;
If ever from your eyelids wip'd a tear,
And know what 't is to pity and be pitied;
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be:

In the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword.
DUKE S. True is it that we have seen better days;

And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church;
And sat 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.
ORL. 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
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.

And we will nothing waste till you return.

ORL. I thank ye: and be bless'd for your good comfort ↑
DUKE S. Thou seest, we are not all alone unhappy:

JAQ.

This wide and universal theatre

Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in.

All the world's a stage12,
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:
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 woeful 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;

• Upon command-at your pleasure.

Weak evils-causes of weakness.

[Exit.

• This construction, as we have often shown, is common to Shakspere and the writers of his age.

shifts

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 sixth age
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon;
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side;
His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound: Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness, and mere oblivion;

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Re-enter ORLANDO, with ADAM.

DUKE S. Welcome: Set down your venerable burthen,

ORL.

And let him feed.

I thank you most for him.

ADAM. So had you need;

I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.

DUKE S. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you

As yet, to question you about

your

fortunes:

Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot:

Though thou the waters warp",

Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not.

Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! &c.

a Unkind-unnatural.

Warp. There was an old Saxon proverb, Winter shall warp water.