He dies that touches any of this fruit, Be anfwered with reafon, I must die. Duke fen. What would you have? Your gentleness fhall force, More than your force moves us to gentleness. Orla. I almoft die for food, and let me have it. Duke fen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table. Orla. Speak you fo gently? pardon me, I pray you; Of ftern commandment But whate'er you are, Under the fhades of melancholy boughs, If ever you have look'd on better days; If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear, Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while, Duke fen. Go find him out, And we will nothing wafte till you return. Orla. I thank ye; and be blefs'd for your good [Exit. Duke fen. Thou feeft, we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and univerfal theatre Prefents more woful pageants, than the fcene Jaq. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; And then the whining school-boy, with his fatchef, Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then a foldier, Even in the canon's mouth. And then the justice, With fpectacles on nofe, and pouch on fide; SCENE X. Enter Orlando, with Adam. Duke fen. Welcome: fet down your venerable bur And let him feed. Qrla. I thank you most for him. [den, I fcarce I fcarce can speak to thank you for myself. Duke fen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you, As yet to queftion you about your fortunes. Give us fome mufic: and, good coufin, fing.. SONG. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not fo keen, Altho' thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! fing, heigh bo! unto the green holly; This life is moft jelly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter fky, As benefits forgot: Tho' thou the waters warp, As friend remember'd not. Heigh ho! fing, &c. Duke fen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's fon, As you have whifper'd faithfully you were, That lov'd your father. The refidue of your fortune Thou art right welcome, as thy mafter is; ACT III. SCENE I. The palace. Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver. OT fee him fince? Sir, Sir, that cannot be : I fhould Duke. N I should not feek an abfent argument Of my revenge, thou prefent: but look to it; Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living, Thy lands and all things that thou doft call thine, Till thou canft quit thee by thy brother's mouth, Oli. Oh that your Highnefs knew my heart in this: I never lov'd my brother in my life. Duke More villain thou. Well, push him out of doors: And let my officers of fuch a nature Make an extent upon his houfe and lands: Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Changes to the foreft. Enter Orlando. Orla. Hang there, my verfe, in witnefs of my love? And thou thrice-crowned queen of night furvey, With thy chafte eye, from thy pale fphere above, Thy huntress' name that my full life doth fway, O Rofalind! thefe trees fhall be my books, And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; That every eye which in this foreft looks, Shall fee thy virtue witness'd every where. Run, run, Orlando, carve, on every tree, The fair, the chafte, and unexpreffive fhe. [Exit. SCENE III. Enter Corin and Clown. Cor. And how like you this fhepherd's life, Mr. Touchftone? Clo. "Truly, fhepherd, in refpect of itself, it is a good life; but in refpect it is a fhepherd's life, "it is naught. In refpect that it is folitary, I like it "very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a 66 very vile life. Now, in refpect it is in the fields, it "pleafeth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, "it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much againft my stomach. Haft any philofophy in thee, thepherd? 66 86 Cor." No more, but that I know, the more one fic“kens, the worse at ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends that the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn; that good pafture makes fat fheep; and that a great caufe of the night, is lack of the fun; and that he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of grofs breeding, or comes "of a very dull kindred. Clo. Such a one is a natural philofopher. Wat ever in court, fhepherd ? Cor No, truly. Clo. Then thou art damn'd. Cor. Nay, I hope Clo. Truly thou art damn'd, like an ill-roafted egg, all on one fide. Cor. For not being at court? Your reafon. Clo. Why, if thou never waft at court, thou never faw't good manners; if thou never faw'ft good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickednefs is fin, and fin is damnation: thou art in a parlous ftate, fhepherd. Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: thofe that are good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court. You told me, you falute not at the court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly if courtiers were thepherds. Clo. Inftance, briefly; come, inftance. Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fels, you know, are greafy. Clo. Why, do not your courtiers hands fweat? and is not the greafe of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow, fhallow;- a better instance, I fay: come. Cor. Befides, our hands are hard. Clo. Your lips will feel them the fooner. Shallow again : ----a more founder inftance, come. Car. And they are often tarr'd over with the furgery |