Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here fhall be fee

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. More, more, I pr'ythee, more.

Ami. It will make you melancholy, monfieur Jaques. Faq. I thank it. More, I pr'ythee, more. I can fuck melancholy out of a fong, as a weazel fucks eggs: More, I pr'ythee, more.

Ami. My voice is rugged; I know, I cannot please you. Jaq. I do not defire you to please me, I do defire you to fing: Come, more; another stanza; Call you 'em ftanzas? Ami. What you will, monfieur Jaques.

Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing: Will you fing?

Ami. More at your request, than to please myself.

Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you but that they call compliment, is like the encounter of two dog-apes; and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks, I have given him a penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, fing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.

Ami. Well, I'll end the fong.-Sirs, cover the while; the duke will drink under this tree :-he hath been all this day to look you.

P

Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too difputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he; but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.

$ O N G.

Who doth ambition fbun,

And loves to live i' the fun,

drink]-pafs the afternoon.

[all together bere.]

P difputable]-difputatious.

Seeking

to live i' the fun,]-to enjoy the pleasures of rural retirement.

Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets,

Come hither, come hither;

Here fhall be fee

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yes

terday in defpight of my invention.

Ami. And I'll fing it.
Jaq. Thus it goes:

If it do come to pass,
That any man turn afs,
Leaving his wealth and ease,

A ftubborn will to please,

* Huc ad me, buc ad me, buc ad me;

Here Jhall be fee

Grofs fools as be,

An if he will come to me.

Ami. What's that, buc ad me?

Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go fleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.

Ami. And I'll go feek the duke; his banquet is pre[Exeunt feverally.

par'd.

SCENE VI.

Enter Orlando and Adam.

Adam. Dear mafter, I can go no further: O, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, kind mafter.

Huc ad me,]-A verfion of the burthen of Amiens' song,

"Come hither," &c.-Ducdamè, Duc ad me.

the firft-born of Egypt.]-persons of high birth.

Orla.

Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyfelf a little: If this uncouth forest yield any thing favage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my fake be comfortable; hold death a while at the arm'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 dieft before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well faid! thou look'ft cheerly: and I'll be with thee quickly. Yet thou lieft in the bleak air: Come, I will bear thee to fome shelter; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this defert. Cheerly, good Adam !

[Exeunt.

SCENE

VII.

Another Part of the Foreft.

Enter Duke Senior and lords.

[A table fet out.

Duke Sen. I think he is transform'd into a beaft; 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 fong.

Duke Sen. If he, 'compact of jars, grow musical,
We shall have shortly difcord in the spheres:-
Go, seek him; tell him, I would speak with him.

Enter Jaques.

1 Lord. He faves my labour by his own approach. Duke Sen. Why, how now, monfieur! what a life is this, That your poor friends must woo your company?

t

compact of jars,]-compofed of difcords.

What!

What! you look merrily.

Jaq. A fool, a fool?—I met a fool i' the forest, A "motley fool,-a miferable world!

As I do live by food, I met a fool;

Who laid him down, and bafk'd him in the fun,
And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms,—and yet a motley fool,
Good-morrow, fool, quoth I; No, fir, quoth he,
Call me not fool, till heaven bath fent me fortune:
And then he drew a dial from his poke;
And looking on it with lack-luftre eye,
Says, very wifely, It is ten a-clock:

Thus may we fee, quoth he, how the world wags:
'Tis but an hour ago, fince it was nine;

And after one hour more, 'twill be eleven ;
And fo, from bour to hour, we ripe, and ripe,
And then, from bour to bour, we rot, and rot,
And thereby bangs a tale. When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer,
That fools fhould be fo deep contemplative;
And I did laugh, fans intermission,
An hour by his dial.-O noble fool!

A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.

Duke Sen. What fool is this?

Jaq. O worthy fool!-One that hath been a courtier;

And fays, 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 bisket

After a voyage,-he hath ftrange places cramm'd

With obfervation, the which he vents

In mangled forms :-O, that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.

VOL. II.

motley fool,]-in a party-colour'd coat.
Р

Duke

Duke Sen. Thou fhalt have one.

Jaq. It is my only "fuit;

Provided, that you weed your better judgments
Of all opinion that grows rank in them,

That I am wife. I must have liberty

X

Withal, as large a charter as the wind,

To blow on whom I pleafe; for fo fools have:
And they that are most gauled with my folly,
They most must laugh: And why, fir, muft they fo?
The why is plain as way to parish church:

He, that a fool doth very wifely hit,
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to seem senseless of the bob: if not,
The wife man's folly is anatomiz'd

y

Even by the squandring glances of the fool.
Invest me in my motley; give me leave

To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of the infected world,

If they will patiently receive

my medicine.

Duke Sen. Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do. Faq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good? Duke Sen. Most mischievous foul fin, in chiding fin: For thou thyself haft been a libertine,

As fenfual as the brutish fting itself;

And all the emboffed fores, and headed evils,
That thou with licence of free foot haft caught,
Wouldst thou difgorge into the general world.
Jaq. Why, who cries out on pride,

Y anatomix'd-display'd.

HENRY V, A&t I, S. 1. Cant.

2fquandring]-random.

a as the brutish fting]-as the brute, whom kindly rage doth fting.

That