'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine; A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear. [All retire to the Table. Enter ORLANDO, with his Sword drawn, L. Orl. (L.) Forbear, and eat no more! Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be served. Jaques. Of what kind should this cock come of? Duke. [Coming forward.] Art thou thus boldened, man, by thy distress? Or else a rude despiser of good manners, That in civility thou seem'st so empty? Orl. You touched 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. Duke. (R. C.) What would you have? Your gentleness shall force, More than your force move us to gentleness. Orl. (L. c.) I almost die for food, and let me have it. 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 knolled to church; If ever sat at any good man's feast; If ever from your eye-lids wiped a tear, Orl. Then but forbear your food a little while, I will not touch a bit. - Duke. Go find him out, And we will nothing waste till you return. Orl. I thank ye; and be blessed for your good com fort! [Exit, L. Duke. (c.) Thou see'st, we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Jaques. (L. c.) All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: Made to his mistress' eye-brow: Then, a soldier; Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice; shifts In fair round belly, with good capon lined, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. [All retire to Table. Enter ORLANDO and ADAM, L. Duke. Welcome: set down your venerable burden, Orl. I thank you most for him. I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. Duke. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you, As yet, to question you about your fortunes: Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing. SONG.-AMIENS. [Amiens advances, c. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Though thou the waters warp, As friend remembered not. Duke. [Comes forward.] If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son As you have whispered faithfully you were; Be truly welcome hither; I am the duke, That loved your father: the residue of your fortune, And let me all your fortunes understand. [Exeunt, L. END OF ACT II. ACT III. SCENE I.-The Palace. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, EUSTACE, LOUIS, OLIVER, and GENTLEMEN, l. Duke. (R.) Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be But were I not the better part made mercy, I should not seek an absent argument Of my revenge, thou present: But look to it; Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine, Till thou canst quit thee, by thy brother's mouth, Oliv. (L.) Oh, that your highness knew my heart in this! I never loved my brother in my life. Duke. More villain thou! Well, push him out of doors: And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent upon his house and lands: Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunt, Duke, R., the others, L. SCENE II.-The Forest. Enter ORLANDO, with a Paper, L. U. E. Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my And thou, thrice-crowned queen of night, survey love : With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above, Enter CORIN and TOUCHStone, r. [Exit, R. Corin. (R.) And how like you this shepherd's life, Master Touchstone? Touch. (L. c.) Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth 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 against my stomach. any philosophy in thee, shepherd? Hast Corin. No more, but that I know, the more one sickens, 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 pasture makes fat sheep; and that a great cause of the night is the lack of the sun: That he that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred. Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in court, shepherd? Corin. No, truly. Touch. Then thou art damned. Corin. Nay, I hope Touch. Truly, thou art damned; like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side. Corin. For not being at court? Your reason. Touch. Why, if thou never wast at court, thou_never saw'st good manners: if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation: Thou art in a parlous state, shepherd. |