And tune his merry note Under the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Jaq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more. Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur Jaques. Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr'ythee, more. suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks. eggs: more, I pr'ythee, more. Ami. My voice is ragged; I know, I cannot please you. Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire. you to sing: Come, more; another stanza; call you them stanzas? Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names: they owe me nothing: Will you sing? Ami. More at your request, than to please myself. Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you: but that they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues. Ami. Well, I'll end the song. Sirs, cover the while; the duke will drink under this tree :-he hath been all this day to look you. Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too dispútable for my company: I think of as many matters as he; but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come. SONG. Who doth ambition shun, [All together here.] Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that 1 made yesterday in despite of my invention. Disputatious. Ami. And I'll sing it. If it do come to pass, Gross fools as he, An if he will come to Ami. Ami. What's that ducdàme? Jag. Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt. Ami. And I'll go 'seek the duke; his banquet is prepared. [Exeunt severally. SCENE VI.-The same. Enter ORLANDO and ADAM. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: O, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master. Orl. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little if this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake, be comfortable; hold death. awhile at the arm's end: I will here be with thee presently; and if I bring thee not something to eat, I'll give thee leave to die: but if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said thou look'st cheerily and I'll be with thee quickly.-Yet thou liest in the bleak air: come, I will bear thee to some shelter; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam! [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-The same. A Table set out.-Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, LORDS, and others. Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast; For I can no where find him like a man. 1 Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence; Here was he merry, hearing of a song. Duke S. If he, compact of jars, grow musical, We shall have shortly discord in the spheres:Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him. Enter JAQUES. I Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach. Duke S. Why, how now, Monsieur! what a life is this, That your poor friends must woo your company? What you look merrily. Jaq. A fool, a fool!-I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool;-a miserable world! As I do live by food, I met a fool; Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags: An hour by his dial.-O noble fool! A worthy fool! Motley's the only weart. Jaq. O worthy fool!-Oue that hath been a cour tier; And says, 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 strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms:-0, that I were a fool! I am ambitious for a motley coat. Duke S. Thou shalt have one. Jaq. It is my only suit; Made up of discords. The fool was anciently dressed in a party-coloured coat. Provided, that you weed your better judgments To blow on whom I please; for so fools have: 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. Fie 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, As sensual as the brutish sting itself; And all the embossed sores, and headed evils, That can therein tax any private party? That says, his bravery* is not on my cost, There then; how, what then? Let me see wherein Enter ORLANDO, with his sword drawn. Orl. Forbear, and eat no more. • Finery. Jaq. Why, I have eat none yet. Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be served. 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, Orl. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show Jaq. An you will not be answered with reason, I must die. Duke S. What would you have? Your gentleness shall force, More than your force move us to gentleness. 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 wiped a tear, Orl. Then, but forbear your food a little while, Well brought up. + Good manners. |