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: They most must laugh: And why, sir, must they so? He, that a fool doth very wisely hit, Doth very foolishly, although he smart, Even by the squandring glances of the fool. To speak my mind, and I will through and through If they will patiently receive my medicine. Duke S. Fye on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good? Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin: For thou thyself hast been a libertine, And all the embossed sores, and headed evils, Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride, Who can come in, and say, that I mean her, Or what is he of basest function, That says, his bravery" is not on my cost, There then; How, what then? Let me see wherein Enter ORLANDO, with his sword drawn. Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet. 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 nurture:8 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, • Finery. 7 Well brought up. $ Good manners. More than force move us to gentleness. your 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, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time; If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church; If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear, Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while, Go find him out, you return. Duke S. Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good comfort! [Exit. Duke S. Thou seest, we are not all alone un happy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Jaq: All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, Made to his mistress' eye-brow: Then, a soldier; Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice; • Violent. For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion; Re-enter ORLANDO, with ADAM. Duke S. Welcome: Set down your venerable burden, And let him feed. Orl. 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 musick; and, good cousin, sing. AMIENS sings. SONG. I. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind2 As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly: 2 Unnatural. |