As fenfual as the bruitifh fting itself; Bnd all the emboffed fores and headed evils, That:fays, his bravery is not on my coft; 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-goose, flies Enter ORLANDO, with his fword drawn. Orla. Forbear and eat no more. Jaq. 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 distress? Or elfe 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 distress has ta'en from me the fhew Of smooth civility; yet am I in-land bred, And know fome nurture: but forbear, I say Jaq. If you will not Be anfwered with reafon, I muft die. Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gentleness fhall force, More than your force move us to gentlenefs. Orla. I almost die for food, and let me have it. Duke Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table. Orla Orla. Speak you fo gently? pardon me, I pray you; Of ftern commandment. But whate'er you are, Under the fhade of melancholy boughs, Lofe and neglect the creeping hours of time; Duke Sen. True is it, that we have feen better days; Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while, Duke Sen. Go find him out, And we will nothing wafte till you return. Orla. I thank ye; and be blefs'd for your good com fort! [Exit. Duke Sen. Thou feeft, we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal Theatre Prefents more woeful pageants, than the scene Jaq. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely Players; And And then, the whining school-boy, with his fatchel, Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice With eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut, With spectacles on nofe, and pouch on fide; Enter ORLANDO, with ADAM. Duke Sen. Welcome: fet down your venerable burden, And let him feed. Orla. I thank you most for him. Adam. So had you need, I fcarce can speak to thank you for myself. Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you, As yet to question you about your fortunes. Give us fome mufic; and good coufin, fing. SONG. Ami. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not fo unkind Heigh Heigh ho! fing, heigh ho! unto the green holly; This life is moft jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter fky, Tho' thou the waters warp, As friend remembered not. Heigh ho! fing, &c. Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's fon, That lov'd your father: The refidue of your fortune [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE, the PALACE. Enter DUKE, Lords, and OLIVER. DUKE. NOT fee him fince? 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 prefent: but look to it; Seek him with candle: bring him dead or living, Thy Thy lands and all things that thou doft call thine, Oli. Oh, that your Highness 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 house and lands: Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the FOREST. Enter ORLANDO. ; Orla. Hang there, my verse, in witnefs of my love; [Exit. Cor. And how like you this fhepherd's life, Mr. TouchStone? Clo. Truly, fhepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in refpect that it is a fhepherd's life, it is naught. In refpect that it is folatary, I like it very well: but in refpect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now, in refpect it is in the fields, it pleafeth me well; but in refpect it is not in the Court, it is tedious. As it is a fpare life, look you, it its my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my ftomach. Haft any philofophy in thee, fhepherd? Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one fickens, the worse at eafe he is: and that he, that wants money, |