b

That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the fea,
'Till that the very very means do ebb?
What woman in the city do I name,
When that I fay, The city woman bears
The coft of princes on unworthy fhoulders?
Who can come in, and fay, that I mean her,
When fuch a one as fhe, fuch is her neighbour?
Or what is he of baseft function,

d

That fays, his bravery is not on my cost,

(Thinking that I mean him) but therein fuits

His folly to the metal of my fpeech?

There then; How then? What then? Let me see 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 goofe flies,
Unclaim'd of any man.-But who comes here?

Enter Orlando, with his fword drawn.

Orla. Forbear, and eat no more.
Faq. Why, I have eat none yet.

Orla. Nor fhall not, 'till neceffity be serv'd.
Jaq. What kind should this cock come of?

Duke Sen. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress;
Or else a rude defpifer of good manners,
That in civility thou seem'st so empty?

Orla. You touch'd my vein at firft; the thorny point Of bare diftrefs hath ta'en from me the fhew Of smooth civility: yet am I in-land bred, And know fome nurture: But forbear, I fay; He dies, that touches any of this fruit, 'Till I and my affairs are answered.

Jaq. An you will not

Be answered with reafon, I must die.

Duke Sen. What would you have? Your gentleness shall

force,

More than your force move us to gentleness.

Orla. I almoft die for food, and let me have it.
Duke Sen. Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.
Orla. Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you;
I thought, that all things had been favage here
And therefore put I on the countenance

Of stern commandment: But whate'er you are,
That in this defert inacceffible,

Under the shade of melancholy boughs,

Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;
If ever you have look'd on better days;

If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church;
If ever fat at any good man's feaft;

If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied;
Let gentleness my ftrong enforcement be:

In the which hope, I blush, and hide my fword.
Duke Sen. True is it, that we have seen better days;
And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church;
And fat at good men's feasts; and wip'd our eyes
Of drops that facred pity hath engender'd :
And therefore fit you down in gentleness,

f

And take upon demand what help we have
That to your wanting may be miniftred.

Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while,
Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,
And give it food. There is an old poor man,
Who after me hath many a weary step

f upon demand ]-on afking for it-upon command.

Limp❜d

Limp'd in pure love; 'till he be first suffic'd,—
Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger,-
I will not touch a bit.

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 univerfal theatre

Presents more woful pageants than the scene
Which we do play in.

Faq. All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits, and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
h Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms:
And then, the whining school-boy, with his fatchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like fnail
Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover;
Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
Made to his mistress' eye-brow: Then, a foldier
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the 'pard,
Jealous in honour, fudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice;
In fair round belly, with good capon lin❜d,

With eyes fevere, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wife faws and modern inftances,

And so he plays his part: The fixth age shifts

i

Wherein we play in.

Mewling]-crying in a feeble tone.

pard,]-leopard,

k

wife faws and modern inftances,]-old fayings, and tales of events, which fell within his own memory, or obfervation.

Into the lean and 'flipper'd pantaloon ;
With spectacles on nofe, and pouch on fide;
His youthful hose well fav'd, a world too wide
For his fhrunk fhank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his found: Laft fcene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,

Is fecond childishness, and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, fans eyes, fans tafte, fans every thing.

Re-enter Orlando, with Adam.

Duke Sen. Welcome: Set down your venerable burden, And let him feed.

Orla. I thank you most for him.

Adam. So had you need,

I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.

Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to. I will not trouble you As yet, to queftion you about your fortunes:Give us fome mufick; and, good coufin, fing.

1 flipper'd pantaloon ;]-a favourite Italian character, meagre, fhrivell'd, and fqueaking.

m unkind]-unnatural, contrary to thy kind.

Becaufe thou art not feen,]-doft not confront us in a visible form, infult us with thy prefence, as well as thy rude voice-the fight of an ingrate is cutting in the extreme.

As

Heigh bo! fing, beigh ho! unto the green bolly:

Moft friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:

Then, beigh bo, the holly!

This life is moft jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That doft not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:

Duke Sen. If that you were the good fir Rowland's fon,

you have whispered faithfully you were;

And as mine eye doth his effigies witness

Moft truly limn'd, and living in your face,-
Be truly welcome hither: I am the duke,

That lov'd your father: The refidue of your fortune,
Go to my cave and tell me.-Good old man,
Thou art right welcome, as thy mafter is :-
Support him by the arm-Give me your hand,
And let me all your fortunes understand.

[Exeunt.

ACT III. SCENE I.

The Palace.

Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.

Duke. Not fee him fince? Sir, fir, that cannot be : But were I not the better part made mercy,

• the waters warp,]-change their furface from a plane to a concave; wrinkle, render it uneven-coagulate, curdle them.

"the ificle

"That's curdled by the froft." CORIOLANUS, Act V, S. 3. Cor.