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Sweet are the uses of adversity,
and kill us venison? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools, Being native burgers of this desert city, Should, in their own confines, with forked heads, Have their round haunches gor’d.
Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves much at that; And in that kind swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banished you. To-day my lord of Amiens, and myself, Did steal behind him as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood; To the which place a poor sequestered stag, That from the hunter's aimn had ta'en a hurt, Did come to languish! and, indeed, my lord, The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting; and the big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool, Much mark'd of the melancholy Jaques, Stood on th' extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears.
Duke. But what said Jaques ? Did he not moralize this spectacle ?
Lord. O yes, into a thousand similies; First, for his weeping in the needless stream ; Poor deer , quoth he, thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much. Then being alone , Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends : 'Tis right, quoth he, thus misery doth part The flux of company. Anon a careless hierd,
Full of the pasture, jumps along by him,
plation? Zord. We did, my lord, weeping and comment
Duke. Show me the place;
C'HA P. X.
Duke and Jaques.. Duke. W uy, 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'th' forest, A motley fool; a miserable varlet!. As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And.rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. Good morrow, fool, quoth I; No, Sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till Heaven hath 'sent me fortune And then he drew a dial from his poak, And looking on it with lack lustre eye Says very wisely, It is ten o'clock;
Thus may we see , quoth he, how the world wags:
Duke. What fool is this?
Dake. Thou shalt have one.
Jaq. It is my only suit;
very foolishly , although he smart,
my motley, give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world,
If they will patiently receive my, medicine.
do. Jag. What, for a counter, would I do but good?
Duke. Most mischievous foul sin ,lin chiding sinj
Jaq. Wliy, who cries out on pride,
the city-woman bears
that I mean her;:
wherein My tongue has wrong'd him; if it do bim right, Then he hath wrong'd himself; if lie be free Why, then my taxing, like a wild goose , fljes Unclaim'd of any man.
SHAKESPEARE:. C H A P. X I. Henry and Lord Chief Justice. Ch. Just. I am assur’d, if I be measur’d rightly, Your Majesty hath no just cause to hate me. P. Henry. No! might a prince of my great hopes:
forget So great indignities you laid upon me? What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison Th'immediate heir of England was this casy? May this be waslı'd in Lothe and lorgotien!.
Ch. Just. I then did use the person
to spurn at your most royal image, And mock your working in a second body. Question your royal thoughts,make the case your's; Be now the father , and propose a son: Hear your own dignity so much profan'd; See your most dreadful law so loosely slighted; Behold yourself so by a son disdained : And then imagine me taking your part , And in your pow'r so silencing your son. After this cold consid'rance, sentence me; And, as you are a king , speak in your state, What I have done that misbecame my place, My person, or my liege's sovereignty. P. Henry. You are right, Justice , and
you weigh this well : Therefore still bear the balance and the sword : And I do wish your honours may increase, Till you do live to see a son of mine
and obey you as I did: