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poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,".
Yea, and of this our life ; swearing, that we
Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up.
In their assign’d and native dwelling-place.
DUKE. And did you leave him in this contemplation?
Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting
Upon the sobbing deer..
Duke. Shew.me the place : :
I love to cope him in these sullen fits,
For then he's full of matter.
LORD. I'll bring you to him straight. -
DUKE AND. JA QUE S. Duxt: Why, how now, Monsieur
, what a life is this, That your poor friend muft woo your company? What ! you look merrily.
JAQ. A fool, a fool ;--I met a fcol i'th' foreft,
A motely fool; a miserable varlet !
As I do live by food I met a fool,
Who laid him down and basked him in the fun, ·
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms ;
In good set terms, and yet a motely fool.
Good-morrow fool, quoth I. No Sir, quoth be,
Call me not fool, till Heav'n hath sent me fortune ;
And then he drew a dial from his poak,
And looking on it with lack-luftre eye,
Says very wisely, It is ten o'clock :
Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags :)
'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
And then from hour to hour we rot and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale. When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer;
That fools should be so deep contemplative :
And I did laugh, sans intermission,
An hour by his dial. O noble fool !
A worthy fool! motley's the only wear.
DUKE. What fool is this ?
JAQ. O worthy fool! one that hath been a courtier,
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- biscuit
After a voyage, he bath ftrange places cramm'd.
With observations, the which he vents
In mangled forms. O that I were a fool !!
I am ambitious for a motely coat.
Duke. Thou thalt have one.
JAQ. It is my only suit;
Provided that you weed your better judgments
Of all opinion, that grows rank in them,
That I am wise. I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please ; for so fools have ;
And they that are most galled with my folly
They most must laugh. And why, Sir, must they fo?
The way is plain, as way to parish church?
He whom a fool does very wisely hit,
Doth very foolishly; aithough he fmart,
Not to seem senseless of the bob. If not,
The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd
Even by the squand'ring glances of a fool.
Invest me in 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.
Duke. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou would't do.
JAQ. What, for a counter, would I do bat good ?
Duke. Most mischievous foul fin, in chiding fin
For thou thyself hast been a libertine,
And all th' embossed sores and headed evils,
That thou with licence of free foot hast caught,
Would'It thou disgorge into the general world.
JAQ. Why, who cries out on pride,
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the fea,
Till that the very means do ebb?
What woman in the city do I name,
When that I say, the city.woman bears
The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders ?
Who can come in, and' say, that I mean her ;
When such a one as the, fach is her neighbour ?
Or what is he of baser function,
That says his bravery is not on my cost;
Thinking, that I mean him, but therein fuits
His folly to the metal of my speech :
There then; how then ? what then let me see wherein
My tongue has 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, fies
Unclaim'd of any man.
HENRY AND LORD CHIEF JUSTICE.
Your Majesty hath no just cause to hate me.
P. Hen. No! might a Prince of my great hopes forget
So great indignities you laid upon ine?
What! rate, rebuke, and roughly send to prison
Th’immediate heir of England ! was this easy?
May this be wash'd in Lethe and forgotten ?
CH. Just. I then did use the perfon of your father ; The image of his power lay then in me: And in the adminiftration of his law, While I was busy for the commonwealth, Your highness pleased to forget my place, The majesty and pow'r of law and justice, The image of the King whom I presented; And struck me in my very seat of judgment : Whereon, as an offender to your father, I gave bold way to my authority, And did commit you. If the deed were ill, Be you contented, wearing now the garland, To have a son fet
decrees at nought:
To pluck down justice from your awful bench,
To trip the course of law, and blunt the sword
That guards the peace and safety of your person :
Nay more, to spurn at your most royal image,
And mock your working in a second body,
Question your royal thoughts, make the case yours;
Be now the father, and propose a son ;
Hear your own dignity so much profan'd;
See your moft dreadful laws 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. HEN. You are right, Juftice, and you weigh this well:
Therefore still bear the balance and the sword :
And I do with your honours may increase,
do live to see a son of mine Offend you, and obey you, as I did : So shall I live to speak my
father's words; Happy am I, that have a man fo bold That dares do justice on my proper
And no less happy, having such a son,
That would deliver up his greatness fo
Into the hand of Juftice. You committed me';
For which I do commit into your hand
Th’ unftain’d sword that your have us'd to bear ;
With this rememb’rance, that you use the same
With a like bold, juft, and impartial spirit,
have done ?gainst me.
There is my hand,
You shall be as a father to my youth:
My voice shall found as you
prompt And I will stoop and humble my intents, To your well-practis'd wise directions.