2.7.0.2972 Enter Duke Senior, [Amiens], and Lords, like outlaws I think he be transformed into a beast,
2.7.2974For I can nowhere find him like a man.
My lord, he is but even now gone hence.
2.7.4976Here was he merry, hearing of a song.
If he, compact of jars, grow musical,
2.7.6978We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.
2.7.7979Go seek him. Tell him I would speak with him.
He saves my labor by his own approach.
Why, how now, monsieur, what a life is this,
2.7.10983That your poor friends must woo your company?
A fool, a fool! I met a fool i'th'forest,
2.7.15988Who laid him down and basked him in the sun,
2.7.16989And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms,
2.7.17990In good set terms, and yet a motley fool.
2.7.18991"Good morrow, fool," quoth I; "No, sir," quoth he,
2.7.19992"Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune."
2.7.20993And then he drew a dial from his poke,
2.7.21994And, looking on it with lack-luster eye,
2.7.22995Says very wisely, "It is ten o'clock.
2.7.23996Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags:
2.7.24997'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
2.7.25998And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
2.7.26999And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
2.7.271000And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot,
2.7.281001And thereby hangs a tale." When I did hear
2.7.311004That fools should be so deep-contemplative,
What fool is this?
Oh, worthy fool! One that hath been a courtier,
2.7.371010And says, if ladies be but young and fair,
2.7.381011They have the gift to know it. And in his brain,
2.7.391012Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
2.7.401013After a voyage, he hath strange places crammed
2.7.421015In mangled forms. Oh, that I were a fool!
Thou shalt have one.
Thou shalt have one. It is my only suit,
2.7.451019Provided that you weed your better judgments
2.7.491023To blow on whom I please, for so fools have.
2.7.501024And they that are most gallèd with my folly,
2.7.511025They most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so?
2.7.521026The "why" is plain as way to parish church:
2.7.551029Not to seem senseless of the bob; if not,
2.7.571031Even by the squand'ring glances of the fool.
2.7.591033To speak my mind, and I will through and through
2.7.601034Cleanse the foul body of th'infected world,
2.7.611035If they will patiently receive my medicine.
Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do.
What, for a counter, would I do but good?
Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin.
2.7.671041And all th'embossèd sores and headed evils
2.7.681042That thou with license of free foot hast caught
2.7.691043Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world.
Why, who cries out on pride
2.7.761050The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?
2.7.771051Who can come in and say that I mean her,
2.7.781052When such a one as she, such is her neighbor?
2.7.801054That says his bravery is not on my cost,
2.7.811055Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits
2.7.831057There then, how then? What then? Let me see wherein
2.7.841058My tongue hath wronged him: if it do him right,
2.7.851059Then he hath wronged himself; if he be free,
2.7.861060Why then my taxing like a wild goose flies,
2.7.871061Unclaimed of any man. But who come here?
1062Enter Orlando [with his sword drawn]. Forbear, and eat no more!
Why, I have eat none yet.
Nor shalt not, till necessity be served.
Of what kind should this cock come of?
[To Orlando]
Art thou thus boldened, man, by thy distress?
2.7.931068Or else a rude despiser of good manners,
You touched my vein at first. The thorny point
2.7.961071Of bare distress hath ta'en from me the show
2.7.971072Of smooth civility; yet am I inland bred,
2.7.981073And know some nurture. But forbear, I say.
An you will not be answered with reason,
1077I must die.
What would you have?
1079Your gentleness shall force
I almost die for food, and let me have it!
Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.
Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you.
2.7.1071084I thought that all things had been savage here,
2.7.1121089Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time;
2.7.1141091If ever been where bells have knolled to church,
2.7.1191096In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.
[He sheathes his sword.]
True is it that we have seen better days,
2.7.1211098And have with holy bell been knolled to church,
2.7.1221099And sat at good men's feasts, and wiped our eyes
Then but forbear your food a little while,
2.7.1311108Limped in pure love. Till he be first sufficed,
2.7.1321109Oppressed with two weak evils, age and hunger,
I will not touch a bit. Go find him out,
I thank ye; and be blest for your good comfort!
[Exit.]
Thou see'st we are not all alone unhappy:
2.7.1381116Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in. All the world's a stage,
2.7.1431122His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
2.7.1451124Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
2.7.1461125And shining morning face, creeping like snail
2.7.1491128Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
2.7.1501129Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
2.7.1511130Jealous in honor, sudden, and quick in quarrel,
2.7.1531132Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
2.7.1571136And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
2.7.1601139His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
2.7.1611140For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
2.7.1631142And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
2.7.1661145Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
1146Enter Orlando with Adam. Welcome. Set down your venerable burden,
I thank you most for him.
So had you need;
Welcome. Fall to. I will not trouble you
2.7.1731153As yet to question you about your fortunes. --
[Sings]
1Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
2.7.1811160Heigh-ho! Sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly.
2.7.1821161Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
2.7.1911168Heigh-ho! Sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly.
2.7.192Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son,
2.7.2001174That loved your father. The residue of your fortune,
2.7.2011175Go to my cave and tell me.
[To Adam] Good old man,
2.7.2021176Thou art right welcome as thy master is.
[To the others] 2.7.2031177Support him by the arm.
[To Orlando] Give me your hand,
Exeunt.