SCENE VI. The same. Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: 0, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master. 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 awhile at the arm's end: I will here be 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 cheerily: and I will 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. The same. A table set out. Enter Duke senior, Amiens, Lords, and others. Duke S. I think he be 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 S. If he, compact of jars*, grow musical, * Made up of discords. 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 S. Why, how now, monsieur! what a life is this, That your poor friends must woo your company? What! you look merrily. Jaq. A fool! a fool!--I met a fool i' the forest, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, Thus may we see, quoth he, how the world wags: Jaq. O worthy fool!-One that hath been a cour tier; And says, 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 * The fool was anciently dressed in a party-coloured coat. After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms :-O, that I were a fool! I am ambitious for a motley coat. Duke S. Thou shalt have one. Jaq. To blow on whom I please; for so fools have: Even by the squandring glances of the fool. To speak my mind, and I will through and through Duke S. Fye on thee! I can tell what thou would'st do. Jaq. What, for a counter, would I do, but good? Duke S. Most mischievous foul sin, in chiding sin : For thou thyself hast been a libertine, And all the embossed sores, and headed evils |