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Limp'd in pure love ; 'till he be first fuffic'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 com-
fort!

[Exit Duke Sen. Thou feest, we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and universal theatre Presents more woful pageants than the scene ? Which we do 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 fatchel,
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school : And then, the lover ;
Sighing like furnace, with a woful 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 k wise faws and modern instances,
And so he plays his part: The sixth age shifts

& Wherein we play in.
Mewling ]-crying in a feeble tone.

i pard, ]— leopard. * wife laws and modern infances, ]-old sayings, and tales of events, which fell within his own memory, or observation.

Into

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Into the lean and 'Nipper'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 ;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

Re-enter Orlando, with Adam.
Duke Sen. Welcome: Set down your venerable burden,
And let him feed.

Orla. I thank you most for him..

Adam. So had you need,
I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.

Duke Sen. Welcome, fall to : I will not trouble you
As yet, to question you about your fortunes :-
Give us some musick; and, good cousin, sing.

Amiens fings,

SONG.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not to m unkind

As man's ingratitude ;
Tby tooth is not so keen,
* Because thou art not feen,

Although thy breath be rude.

? slipper'd pantaloon ;]—a favourite Italian character, meagre, thri. vell’d, and squeaking.

m unkind )-unnatural, contrary to thy kind.

" Because thou art not seen, ]-dost not confront us in a visible form, insult us with thy presence, as well as thy rude voice-the fight of an ino grate is cutting in the extreme.

Heigb ho! fing, beigh bo! unto the green bolly:
Mojt friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly :

Then, beigh bo, the holly !
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite to nigh

As benefits forgot :
Though thou o the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so Marp

As friend remember'd not.
Heigh bo! sing, &c.
Duke Sen. If that you were the good fir Rowland's son,
As you have whispered 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,
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.

A CT III. SCENE 1.

The Palace.
Enter Duke, Lords, and Oliver.
Duke. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be:
But were I not the better part made mercy,

the waters warp, ]-change their surface from a plane to a concare; wrinkle, render it uneven-coagulate, curdle them.

“the ificle " That's curdled by the frost.” CORIOLANUS, AŠ V, S. 3. Cor.

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I should

I should not seek an Pabsent argument
Of my revenge, thou present : 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 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 this:
I never lov'd my brother in my life.
Duke. More villain thou.-Well, push him out of

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

S CE N E II.

The Foreft.

Enter Orlando.
Orla. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love:
And, thou, 'thrice-crowned queen of night survey
With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,

Thy huntress' name, that my full life doth sway.
O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,
. And in their barks my thoughts I'll s character ;
That every eye, which in this forest looks,

Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where.
P abfent argument)-subject, the absent Orlando.

officers of such a nature &c.)-the proper officers estimate his effects at their full' value, with all despatch, and turn him adrift.

'thrice-crowned queen of night,]-alluding to her triple character of Proferpire, Cynthia, and Diana.

o charažter ;]-inscribe.

Run,

Run, run, Orlando ; carve, on every tree,
The fair, the chaste, and ' unexpreslive she. [Exit.

Enter Corin and Clown.
Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, master
Touchstone ?

Clo. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in relpect 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 na more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?

Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one fickens, the worse at ease 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 sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is the lack of the sun: That he, that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of very dull kindred.

Clo. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Waft ever in court, shepherd ?

Cor. No, truly. Clo. Then thou art damn'd. Cor. Nay, I hope,Clo. Truly, thou art damn'd; wlike an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.

Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.

' unexprefive)-inexpressible. .. of good breeding,]-of the lack of it; of the inefficacy of a good education. W like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.)—for being but half bred, as the egg for being but half roasted.

Clo.

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