Limp'd in pure love; 'till he be firft fuffic'dOpprefs'd with two weak evils, age, and hungerI 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 bleft for your good

comfort!

[Exit. Duke Sen. Thou fee'ft, we are not all alone unThis wide and univerfal theatre [happy: Prefents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.

Jaq. All the world's a ftage,

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 feven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms;
And then, the whining fchool-boy, with his fatchel,
And fhining morning face, creeping like fnail
Unwillingly to fchool: And then the lover;
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eye-brow: Then, a foldier;
Full of ftrange 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 juftice;
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 fo he plays his part; The fixth age fhifts
Into the lean and flipper'd pantaloon;
With fpectacles on nofe, and pouch on fide;
His youthful hofe well fav'd, a world too wide
For his fhrunk fhank; and his big manly voice,

Turning

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his found: Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,

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

Re-enter ORLANDO, with ADAM.

Duke Sen. Welcome: Set down

And let him feed.

Orla. I thank you most for him.
Adam. So had you need,

your venerable

[burden,

Ifcarce can fpeak 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.

AMIENS fings.

SONG.

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

As man's ingratitude;

Thy tooth is not fo keen,

Becaufe thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh bo! fing, heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, moft loving mere folly: Then, heigh ho! the holly!

This life is moft jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,

That doft not bite fo nigh.
As benefits forgot:

Though

Though thou the waters warp,
Thy fting is not fo fharp
As friend remember'd not.

Heigh ho! fing, &c.

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

As you have whisper'd 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 master 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.

Nor fee him fince? Sir, fir, that cannot be :
But were I not the better part made mercy,
I fhould not feek an abfent argument

Of my revenge, thou prefent: But look to it;
Find out thy brother, wherefoe'er he is;
Seek him with candle; bring him dead or living,
Within this twelvemonth, or turn thou no more
To feek a living in our territory.

Thy

Thy lands, and all things that thou doft call thine,
Worth feizure, do we feize into our hands;
'Till thou canft quit thee by thy brother's mouth,
Of what we think against thee.

Oli.. Oh, that your highness knew my heart in this: I never lov'd my brother in my life.

Duke. More villain thou.-Well, pufh him out of doors;

And let my officers of fuch a nature
Make an extent upon his house and lands:
Do this expediently, and turn him going. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. The Foreft.

Enter ORLANDO.

Orla. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love:

And, thou thrice-crowned queen of night, furvey
With thy chafte eye, from thy pale sphere above,
Thy huntress' name, that my full life doth fway.
O Rofalind! thefe trees fhall be my books,
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character;
That every eye, which in this foreft looks
Shall fee thy virtue witness'd every where.
Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree,
The fair, the chaste, and unexpreffive the. [Exit..

Enter CORIN, and Clown.

Cor. And how like you this fhepherd's life, mafter Touchstone?

Clo. Truly, fhepherd, in refpect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a fhepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is folitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a

very vile life. Now in refpect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in refpect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my ftomach. Haft any philosophy in thee, fhepherd?

Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one fickens, the worfe at eafe he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends:-That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn: That good pasture makes fat fheep; and that a great caufe of the night, is the lack of the fun: That he, that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breed-. ing, or comes of a very dull kindred."

Clo. Such a one is a natural philofopher. Waft ever in court, fhepherd?

Cor. No truly.

Clo. Then thou art damn'd.

Cor. Nay, I hope

Clo. Truly, thou art damn'd; like an ill-roafted egg, all on one fide.

Cor. For not being at court? Your reafon.

Clo. Why if thou never waft at court, thou never faw'it good manners: if thou never faw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is fin, and fin is damnation : Thou art in a parlous ftate, fhepherd.

Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone: those, that are good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is moft mockable at the court. falute not at the court, but

You told me, you you kifs your hands;

that