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Orla. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny

Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the shew
Of smooth civility : yet am I in-land bred,
And know some nurture : But forbear, I say;
He dies, that touches any of this fruit,

450 'Till I and my affairs are answered.

Jaq. An you will not Be answered with reason, I must die. Duke Sen. What would you have ? Your gentleness

shall force, More than your force move us to gentleness.

Orla. I almost 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

I thought, that all things had been savage here;
And therefore put I on the countenance
Of stern commandment: But whate'er you are,
That in this desert inaccessible,
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 hells have knoll’d to church;
If ever sat at any good man's feast;
If ever from your eye-lids wip'd a tear,
And know what 'tis to pity, and be pitied ;
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be:

470 In the which hope, I blush, and hide my sword. Eiij



Duke Sen. True is it, that we have seen better days; And have with holy bell been knollid to church; And sat at good men's feasts; and wip'd our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd : And therefore sit you down in gentleness, And take upon command what help we have That to your wanting may be ministred.

Orla. Then but forbear your food a little while, Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn,

480 And give it food. There is an old poor man, Who after me hath many a weary step 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 waste 'till you return. Orla. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good comfort!

[ Exit. Duke Sen. Thou seest, we are not all alone un

happy : This wide and universal theatre

490 Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.

Jaq. 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, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms: And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel,


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And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school : And then, the lover;
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eye-brow : Then, a soldier;
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden 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 severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances,

510 And so he plays his part : The sixth age

Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon ;.
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side;
His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness, and mere oblivion; 519
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

Re-enter ORLANDO, with AVAM.
Duke Sen. Welcome : Set down your venerable

And let him feed.

Orla. I thank you most for him.

Adam. So had you need,
Į scarce can speak to thank you for myself.
Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to: I will not trouble you


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As yet, to question you about your fortunes :-
Give us some musick; and, good cousin, sing.

AMIENs sings.


Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude ;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly :
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:

Then, heigh ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.


Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgoti
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not.
Heigh ho! sing, &c.

Duke Sen. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's

son, -
As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were ;
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness
Most truly limn'd, and living in your face, –


Be truly welcome hither ; I am the duke, 550
That lov'd your father : The residue of your fortune,
Go to my cave and tell me.-Good old man,
Thou art right welcome, as thy master is :-
Support him by the arm.-Give me your hand,
And let me all your fortunes understand. (Exeunt.


The Palace. Enter Duke, Lords, and OLIVER.

Not see him since? 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 present: But look to it;
Find out thy brother, wheresoe'er he is;
Seek him with candle : bring him dead or living,
Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more
To seek a living in our territory.
Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine,
Worth seizure, do we seize into our hands;
'Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.
Oli. Oh, that your highness knew my heart in

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