SONG.

Who doth ambition fhun,

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

And pleas'd with what he gets;

Come bitber, come hither, come hither;
Here shall be fee

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in defpight of my invention.

Ami. And I'll fing it.

Jaq. Thus it goes.

If it do come to pass,

That any man turn ass;
Leaving his wealth and eafe
A ftubborn will to pleafe,
(a) Duc ad me, duc ad me, duc ad me

Here fhall be fee

Grofs fools as he,

An if he will come to me.

Ami. What's that's duc ad me?

Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go to fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.

Ami. And I'll go feek the Duke: his banquet is prepar'd [Exeunt, feverally.

Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further; O, I die for food! here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, kind master.

(a) Duc ad me, Oxford edition.-Vulg. Ducdame;

Orla

Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyfelf a little. If this uncouth Foreft yield any thing favage, 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 comfortable, hold death a while at the arm's end: I will be here with thee prefently, 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'st cheerly. And I'll be with thee quickly; yet thou lieft in the bleak air. Come, I will bear thee to some shelter, and thou fhalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this Defart. Cheerly, good Adam.

SCENE

Enter Duke Sen. and Lords.

[Exeunt.

VII.

[A Table fet 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 mufical, We shall have shortly discord 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.

Y 2

Jaq.

Jaq. A fool, a fool;-I met a fool i' th' foreft, 3 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;
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 bisket

After a voyage, he hath ftrange places cram'd

3 A motley fool; a miferable WORLD!] What! because he met a motley fool, was it therefore a miferable world? This is fadly blundered; we fhould read,

a miferable VARLET.

His head is altogether running on this fool, both before and after these words, and here he calls him a miserable varlet, notwithftanding he railed on lady fortune in good terms, &c. Nor is the change we make fo great as appears at first fight.

"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 fhalt have one.
Jaq. 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 pleafe; for fo fools have;
"And they that are moft gauled with my folly,
They moft muft 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 smart,
"4 Not to feem fenfelefs of the bob. If not,
"The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd
"Even by the fquandring glances of a fool.
Inveft me in my motley, give me leave
To fpeak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse 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 do but good? Duke Sen. Moft mifchievous foul fin, in chiding fin: For thou thyfelf haft been a libertine,

As fenfual as the brutish fting itself;

And all th' emboffed fores and headed evils,
That thou with licence of free foot haft caught,
Would't thou difgorge 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,

?

4 Seem fenfeless of the bob.] Both the measure and the fenfe direct us to read,

Nor To feem fenfeless &c.
Y 3

"Till

" 'Till that the very very means do ebb? "What woman in the city do I name, "When that I fay, the city-woman bears "The cost of Princes on unworthy fhoulders? "Who can come in, and fay, that I mean her; "When fuch a one as fhe, fuch is her neighbour? "Or what is he of baseft function,

"That fays, his bravery is not on my coft;

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Thinking, that I mean him; but therein futes "His folly to the metal of my speech?

"There then; how then? what then? let me fee "" 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 goofe, flies "Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here?

Enter Orlando, with Sword drawn.

Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.

Faq. Why, I have eat none yet.

Orla. Nor fhalt thou, 'till neceffity be ferv'd.
Faq. Of what kind fhould this Cock come of?
Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy
diftrefs?

Or else a rude defpifer of good manners,

That in civility thou feem'ft fo empty?

Orla. You touch'd my vein at firft; the thorny point

Of bare diftrefs hath ta'en from me the fhew

Of smooth civility; yet am I in-land bred,
And know fome nurture: but forbear, I fay:
He dies, that touches any of this fruit,
'Till I and my affairs are answered.

Faq. If you will not

Be answered with reason, I muft die,

Duke