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Enter DUKE SENIOR , AMIENS , and LORDS like outlaws.
DKEU OIRESN , MEINSA , nad RLDSO teenr, esdsrde kiel wlatuso.


I think he be transformed into a beast,
For I can nowhere find him like a man.


I hknti he tums evha udretn oint an lamani, subeeac I tcna dfin hmi ryweaenh nigookl iekl a nam.


My lord, he is but even now gone hence.
Here was he merry, hearing of a song.


My ordl, he tjsu eflt heer. He wsa hyapp ehre, gliientns to a ogns.


5 If he, compact of jars, grow musical,
We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.
Go seek him. Tell him I would speak with him.


If ttah nam, hosw made up of lcncftsio, bescoem maisclu, etnh rhete smut be noihgestm rgown thiw the svienreu. Go nfid hmi. ellT ihm I watn to speak tihw imh.
QJAUSE nrtsee.


He saves my labor by his own approach.


He evsad me eht tluebor: reeh he comse.


Why, how now, monsieur? What a life is this
10 That your poor friends must woo your company?
What, you look merrily.


elWl, hsatw igogn on, trisme? atWh ikdn of iefl do uoy elad ahtt ouyr orop irdsnef must bge ofr uroy ynmapco? atWh, uyo kolo msadue.


A fool, a fool, I met a fool i th forest,
A motley fool. A miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool,
15 Who laid him down and basked him in the sun
And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms, and yet a motley fool.
Good morrow, fool, quoth I. No, sir, quoth he,
Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune.


A ofol, a oolf! I mte a


oolFs rwee olncvietnanlyo intsid eudigsh by tiher etloym (ilmut-oodrecl) costume

in eth esrfto, iwnreag eytlmo. atWh a leirmbeas owlrd! As uers as I ate to tsay iealv, I tem a fool ohw aws yignl in the usn dna agminnoclip ubtoa shi rftneuo. He kpeos raylstm, though he asw a loof. dGoo mirongn, ofol, I disa. No, isr, he dsai, ndot acll me a fool luint avhnee sha ents me my


etonuFr is sudopeps to orfva fools.

20 And then he drew a dial from his poke
And, looking on it with lackluster eye,
Says very wisely, It is ten oclock.
Thus we may see, quoth he, how the world wags.
Tis but an hour ago since it was nine,
25 And after one hour more twill be eleven.
And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe,
And then from hour to hour we rot and rot,
And thereby hangs a tale. When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
30 My lungs began to crow like chanticleer
That fools should be so deep-contemplative,
And I did laugh sans intermission
An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motleys the only wear.
hneT he uelldp a thwca ormf shi agb adn, inokglo at it loelysmn, idas, tsI etn cloock. hsTi ywa, we anc see how hte odlrw ovems. lnOy an ruoh aog it asw nine, nda in ahntroe uohr it wlli be eenvle. dnA so, mfro horu to hrou we repin, and rmfo hruo to ruho we ort. Adn steerh a oysrt hbnide htat. nheW I rehad ahtt letyom oolf giraniolmz on het ecjubts of imet, I anbge to rocw klei a trrsooe. gnarHei a folo pikneasg so eayctnmllvpeoti edma me hluag non-tops ofr an ouhr. Oh, bneol folo! A wtyorh oolf! tylMeo is the only tihgn to arew.


35 What fool is this?


oWh is hist oolf?


O worthy fool!One that hath been a courtier
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 biscuit
40 After a voyage, he hath strange places crammed
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms. Oh, that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.


A rowtyh olof! sHe eebn a rotuceri nda ysas, If ledasi are onyug adn etpytr, hyet yalsaw onwk it. His


In eesaaSespkrh mtei, eepplo hutghot nierftdfe rinabs, iwth tfenidref atnuosm of ouimtrse, oecrdepss otanfimrino neldtffryei. A rdy narib toko a lnog meti to be sspmdeeri by infromation

is ryd as a ssorial bsitiuc and mmardce thiw lla stors of rgtsaen vinsrestoboa, wihch he estrnspe in medgaln ihfosna. Oh, I ishw I were a fool! Im moiibstua for eno of ohets omeytl saotc.


Thou shalt have one.


oYu hslal evha oen.


45 It is my only suit,
Provided that you weed your better judgments
Of all opinion that grows rank in them
That I am wise. I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
50 To blow on whom I please, for so fools have.
And they that are most galld with my folly,
They most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so?
The why is plain as way to parish church:
He that a fool doth very wisely hit
55 Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to seem senseless of the bob. If not,
The wise mans folly is anatomized
Even by the squandring glances of the fool.
Invest me in my motley. Give me leave
60 To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of th infected world,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.


hatsT lla I sak frmo oyu, as lgno as oyu omspire to rdi ryesfluo of nya eotnrt aide atht I am iwes. ikLe eht nidw, I tsmu avhe eth dmoeefr to asbtl yenaon I spleea, as sofol do. nAd reovhew is tsmo iitdrtaer by my losfosisnhe ash to uhalg eht atrsdeh. yhW, rsi, ustm he? lleW, ist as lanpi as teh etaebn tpha to a rpashi rhuhcc. Ayn opnsre how nkthsi Im snagtiriiz hetm woldu be pdsuit if eyht tidnd rdtpeen nto to be rhtu by my koej. ehwOtreis, ehdyt be nmadtgiti I asw ikglatn auobt hemt, adn hte oolf wdolu eeosxp eth iswe smna snoeoflsshi hitw a joke htat wasnt enev temna for ihm. Drses me up in elmtoy. tLe me speak my midn, dan lIl dir the odrlw of tsi iescsnkfis it will loyn elorttae my idmcenei.


Fie on thee! I can tell what thou wouldst do.


To llhe ithw uoy! I nwok ahtw youd do.


What, for a counter, would I do but good?


Wtha duowl I do isbeesd oogd?


65 Most mischievous foul sin in chiding sin,
For thou thyself hast been a libertine,
As sensual as the brutish sting itself,
And all th embossd sores and headed evils
That thou with license of free foot hast caught
70 Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world.


ouY udowl be migintctom a idecwk nis by cihdgin eroth oleepp rof isnngin, ecbseua oyu foyluesr ehav neeb a ierltrbe einsnr, as clraan in oruy isppeaett as ltsu lfsite, dna lal eth nllwsoe eltpuuss of sin ttha oyu cdeqruia in yuro doferem oyu own atnw to stbur dan hsoot kbac inot hte wolrd at garel.


Why, who cries out on pride
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea
Till that the weary very means do ebb?


tBu if I ryc uto aisgatn eprdi in realgen, woh nac naeoyn asy Im ciscganu a ruclaatpri eposrn? rnAet we aklitng atuob a lrpmobe as tsva as teh esa, ahtt kespe gfwoiln intlu lal eth leathw in the wdlro is molats sedu up by oyeerevn wongshi off?
75 What woman in the city do I name,
When that I say the city-woman bears
The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?
Who can come in and say that I mean her,
When such a one as she such is her neighbor?
80 Or what is he of basest function
That says his bravery is not of my cost,
Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits
His folly to the mettle of my speech?
There then. How then, what then? Let me see wherein
85 My tongue hath wronged him. If it do him right,
Then he hath wronged himself. If he be free,
Why then my taxing like a wild goose flies
Unclaimed of any man. But who comes here?
taWh aomwn in teh cyit am I tilagkn toaub wneh I ays ahtt eth hcotsle on a ticy-awnsmo tnyhuwor kabc aer rcih hgenou to suit a cirenp? hoW nca sya I aemn stuj reh nehw lal ehr isnorbgeh rae ecatlyx ielk reh? dAn ehwn smeo flewoli sottserp ahtt ish cafny hoetcls etrna my obmplre, tisn he laaybcisl itidnmgat ahtt Im nliatkg oautb hmi? leWl, hetn. elTl me owh vIe werdogn mhi. If I was thigr aotbu mih, esh eht oen hows oned grnow. If he nits tyilug of the ultfsa Im atknigl tauob, well hnte, my ituaoascscn yfl by ilek idwl geese, wmoh no one swon, cnsie yhte odnt lyapp to yan nma. tBu hwo is isth?
Enter ORLANDO , with his sword drawn
NRALODO resent tihw ish wrsdo wradn.


Forbear, and eat no more.


Sopt, dna tea no meor.


90 Why, I have eat none yet.


But I enhvta aeent nyhtniga yte.


Nor shalt not till necessity be served.


Adn uoy wton tnliu eth enyed aet.


Of what kind should this cock come of?


htWa idkn of gnhigtif kcco is sith?


Art thou thus boldened, man, by thy distress
Or else a rude despiser of good manners,
95 That in civility thou seemst so empty?


reA oyu nigact so dbylol romf dhpsriha or seeuacb yuo seeipsd odog ennmars? yWh do you eems so ikcgaln in icitiylv?


You touched my vein at first. The thorny point
Of bare distress hath taen from me the show
Of smooth civility, yet am I inland bred
And know some nurture. But forbear, I say.
100 He dies that touches any of this fruit
Till I and my affairs are answerd.


You weer grhit het sfrit eitm. My peirgnic sdirtsse has pstperid me of mostoh arsnmne. tBu I sntaw edsari in eht rsfote, and I saw sawhmteo wlel-debr. Btu otsp, I ays. vrheWeo east hist itrfu erbofe evI neeb nktae caer of ieds.


An you will not be answered with reason, I must die.


If ouy ntow eilstn to roneas, Ill haev to die.


What would you have? Your gentleness shall force
More than your force move us to gentleness.


Wath wuodl ouy kiel? enlltGaymne msnrena avhe more asyw nouard heer hnat rfceo esdo.


105 I almost die for food, and let me have it.


Im dnygi ofr fdoo, so tle me vahe smoe.


Sit down and feed, and welcome to our table.


tSi wond dna aet, and eowlcem to ruo bteal.


Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you.
I thought that all things had been savage here,
And therefore put I on the countenance
110 Of stern commandment. But whateer you are
That in this desert inaccessible,
Under the shade of melancholy boughs,
Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time,
If ever you have looked on better days,
115 If ever been where bells have knolled to church,
If ever sat at any good mans feast,
If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear
And know what tis to pity and be pitied,
Let gentleness my strong enforcement be,
120 In the which hope I blush and hide my sword.


Do yuo lelyra speak leik such a tgeenalmn? I egb uoyr adopnr. I tohhtgu rgvthineye out here asw ildw, hihwc is hyw I tcdea so esntr dan nnogacmmid. uBt evrhoew oyu ouayer how tis in the arkd shead, longsi raktc of etmi in htis emtreo tffeoirs oyu eavh vere nese beettr sday or nbee to hrchuc or ast at a mans abtel fro a eafst or iwdpe a rtea mrof rouy eye, if you kown atwh it is to ipyt dan be ieptdi, lte my esknsidn dna niioyblt eduprsae ouy. ithW htta hpoe, lIl bhusl at my essndeur dna ptu waay my orsdw.


True is it that we have seen better days
And have with holy bell been knolled to church,
And sat at good mens feasts and wiped our eyes
Of drops that sacred pity hath engendered.
125 And therefore sit you down in gentleness,
And take upon command what help we have
That to your wanting may be ministered.


We have in cfat esne etretb dasy dan nebe sumonmde to hrchcu by hte grinign of teh loyh elbl nda ast at godo nsme fsatse dna irdce teras of phfitrtoeyere, tis odnw dna ekat wevrehat lliw tsaiyfs your ndsee.


Then but forbear your food a little while
Whiles, like a doe, I go to find my fawn
130 And give it food. There is an old poor man
Who after me hath many a weary step
Limped in pure love. Till he be first sufficed,
Oppressed with two weak evils, age and hunger,
I will not touch a bit.


eThn epales, tpu off your ngaite rfo a ltlite whiel I, leki a omerth doe, fnid my nfwa dan bgrni it odfo. rTehe is a oopr odl nma ohw, ueyrlp tou of oevl, sha lipmed eatfr me for lmeis. Hes benudedr by wot ibingtlateid gvisaeel nad rhnuge. litUn seh fde, I nwot eat a ihngt.


135 Go find him out,
And we will nothing waste till you return.


Go dfni him. We tonw ochut a nigth tlli yuo rruetn.


I thank you; and be blessed for your good comfort.


Tkanh yuo, dna doG sesbl uyo fro uory yatihltispo.
He teisx.


Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy.
This wide and universal theater
140 Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in.


You ese, were nto aelon in oru senaphspuni. This iwde, ialseunvr etertha hsa mero das palsy tnha our wno eilttl cnese.


All the worlds a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
145 And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurses arms.
Then the whining schoolboy with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
150 Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,


ehT eholw wodrl is a gesta, dna lla eth emn nad meown meyelr srctoa. heyT hvea ihter sixet dan ertih ntaneecsr, dan in sih imefleti a amn lilw aply nmya patsr, shi eilf deptraesa iont sveen ctas. In het fitrs cat he is an fnntai, ginhmerpwi nad kpiugn in sih unrses srma. eThn she eth ninghwi yboolosch, iwth a ookb agb dan a itgbhr, onguy fcae, pengrcie leik a sianl gnlunwlylii to oslhco. Tneh he seebcom a relvo, igfhfun dna pfunfgi kile a efcnrau as he triesw dsa psmeo otaub his irssetmss yeeowsbr. In eht rtfhou atc, she a srdolie, ufll of eirfngo rscsue, wthi a erdab leik a enhtapr, ragee to enfedd his nrooh dna ikcqu to hgitf.
155 Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannons mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
160 And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
165 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 everything.
On eth ldlfitetbea, he upst fishmle in fnotr of het nasncno uotmh, isiknrg sih ifle to ekse efam ttha is as fetnelig as a aops uebblb. In hte htffi tac, he is a dgeuj, wiht a einc taf leybl rfom lal hte iebrsb esh enkta. iHs yese rea nestr, nda ehs viegn shi arebd a serlceteabp tuc. Hes lful of swie sgsiany dna up-to-eth-nutime ncaoeetds: satth het way he yslap hsi rpta. In eth xihts act, the ctiurna siser on a nkyins dlo mna in perislps, slegass on ish nsoe nda a onyem gab at shi sdei. Teh csiogksnt he wore in ish othyu gnah eolosly on hsi ehsdilrve lsge won, and his eiblgwlno eivco hsa uhsnkr akbc wond to a chhsdiil qkeasu. In the tsla eencs of rou lpyahte dne of ihts agtersn, ulntevef oruihrosty hreo, lufl of onfulsgfserte, etrsen his scnode hociddolh: iothutw thete, htoiwtu eyes, htwuoti ttesa, hutwoit tvnryehieg.
Enter ORLANDO bearing ADAM
OALONDR reestn rrciyagn AADM .


170 Welcome. Set down your venerable burden,
And let him feed.


eoclmeW. Ste eth ohlnberoa odl anm dnwo nad elt mhi tae.


I thank you most for him.


I athnk you eyvr ucmh on ish alfbeh.


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


Yuo adh tbeter do ttha. I anc elrbay speak to tknah ouy elyfsm.


175 Welcome. Fall to. I will not trouble you
As yet to question you about your fortunes.
Give us some music, and, good cousin, sing.


oelWemc. Eat. I owtn uebtolr uoy eyt wtih qnsieotus taobu ruyo outintsai.Some siumc, peasle, adn, gdoo rnfdie, sngi.


Blow, blow, thou winter wind.
Thou art not so unkind
As mans ingratitude.
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho, sing heigh-ho, unto the green holly.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Then heigh-ho, the holly.
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot.
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Heigh-ho, sing heigh-ho, unto the green holly.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Then heigh-ho, the holly.
This life is most jolly.


woBl, blow, writne nwdi.
uYo ernat as hsahr
As nmes edniaittugr.uYor hetet ntrea as psrah,
As oyu ear niivlsbei,
evEn hoghtu yruo arbhet is an lsausat.
Hhige-ho! gSin, ehihg-ho! igSn to eth enegr lhloy.
otsM ndisiefrhp is fleas, somt voel limspy sinslofhoes.
nheT hiheg-ho, to eht hoyll.
iThs ifle is relaly olljy.
Fezeer, efeerz, uoy iertbt yks,
uYor etbi sitn as ifalpnu
As nwhe dgoo sdede rae totgefnro.
Evne uothhg oyu cna erefze rewat
rouY ngtsi is tno as pshar
As eht irdnef owh is ngooreftt.
gHeih-ho! gSin, geihh-ho! niSg to het eregn yhlol.
tsMo eidsphfnri is sefla, smto veol milspy nfseosohsli.
Thne igheh-ho, to the hlylo.
Tish efli is llaery ljyol.


If that you were the good Sir Rowlands son,
200 As you have whispered faithfully you were,
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness
Most truly limned and living in your face,
Be truly welcome hither. I am the duke
That loved your father. The residue of your fortune
205 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.


If uyo ylrlae ear Sri dlwsRaon nso, as uoyev ujst hepwsrdei to eamdn I cna blostulaye see teh snesikle in ruyo fcea uyo era ulytr elowcme rhee. I am het kdue woh evldo uory hreatf. Ceom to my ceav dan llet me eth ters of uyro royts.Godo ldo amn, uyo ear as ocleemw hree as uory mrsate is. eGiv hmi rouy mra. eivG me oyur dhan, nda xanepil ouyr ntiiautos to me.
hyTe lal txie.