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 a while at the arin's end I will be here 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 cheerly 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. Another Part of the Forest. A Table set out. Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and LORDS. Duke. I think he is 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. 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. 1 Lord. He saves my labour, by his own approach. Duke. Why, how now, monsieur! what a life is this, That your poor friends must woo your company? What, you look merrily. Jaques. A fool, a fool ! -I met a fool i'the forest, A motley fool-a miserable world! As I do live by food, Í met a fool; Who laid him down, and bask'd him in the sun, In good set terms-and yet a motley fool. And then he drew a dial from his poke; 66 Thus may we see," quoth he, "How the world wags: 'Tis but an hour ago, since it was nine; And after one hour more, 'twill be eleven; Enter ORLANDO, with his Sword drawn. Orl. Forbear, and eat no more. Jaques. Why, I have eat none yet. Orl. Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv❜d. Jaques. Of what kind should this cock come of? Duke. Art thou thus bolden'd, man, by thy distress; E Or else a rude despiser of good manners, Orl. You touch'd my vein at first; the thorny point Till I and my affairs are answered. Jaques. An you will not be answered with reason, I must die. Duke. 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. 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 wip'd a tear, Orl. Then but forbear your food a little while, And give it food. There is an old poor man, Oppress'd with two weak evils, age, and hunger—— I will not touch a bit. Duke. Go find him out, And we will nothing waste till you return. Orl. I thank ye; and be bless'd for your good com fort! [Exit. Duke. Thou see'st, we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Jaques. All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: Even in the cannon's mouth: And then, the justice; That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing. Enter ORLANDO and ADAM. Duke. Welcome: Set down your venerable burden, And let him feed. Orl. I thank you most for him, I scarce can speak to thank you for myself. SONG. AMIENS. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Freeze, freeze thou bitter sky, As friend remember'd not. Duke. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son As you have whisper'd faithfully, you were; That lov'd your father: The residue of your fortune, |