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to. I will not trouble you

      As yet to question you about your fortunes.

      Give us some music, and, good cousin, sing.

      Song

       [Ami.]

      Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

      Thou art not so unkind

      As man’s 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 rememb’red not.

      Heigh-ho, sing, etc.

       Duke S.

      If that you were the good Sir Rowland’s son,

      As you have whisper’d 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.

       ¶

      The Seven Ages -- First Age/Robert Smirke/Charley F. Tomkins Robert Smirke, p. — Charley F. Tomkins, e.

      The Seven Ages -- Second Age/Robert Smirke/John Ogborne Robert Smirke, p. — John Ogborne, e.

      The Seven Ages -- Third Age/Robert Smirke/Robert Thew Robert Smirke, p. — Robert Thew, e.

      The Seven Ages -- Fourth Age/Robert Smirke/John Ogborne Robert Smirke, p. — John Ogborne, e.

      The Seven Ages -- Fifth Age/Robert Smirke/John Peter Simon Robert Smirke, p. — John Peter Simon, e.

      The Seven Ages -- Sixth Age/Robert Smirke/William Satchwell Leney Robert Smirke, p. — William Satchwell Leney, e.

      The Seven Ages -- Seventh Age/Robert Smirke/John Peter Simon Robert Smirke, p. — John Peter Simon, e.

      ACT III

      Scene I

       Enter Duke [Frederick], Lords, and Oliver.

       Duke F.

      Not see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be.

      But were I not the better part made mercy,

      I should not seek an absent argument

      Of my revenge, thou present. But look to it:

      Find out thy brother, wheresoe’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.

      O that your Highness knew my heart in this!

      I never lov’d my brother in my life.

       Duke F.

      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.

       ¶

       Enter Orlando [with a paper].

       Orl.

      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 character,

      That every eye which in this forest looks

      Shall see thy virtue witness’d every where.

      Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree

      The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.

       Exit.

       Enter Corin and Clown [Touchstone].

      Cor. And how like you this shepherd’s life, Master Touchstone?

      Touch. 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 vild life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life (look you) it fits my humor well; but as there is no 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 sickens 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 lack of the sun; that he that hath learn’d no wit by nature, nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.

      Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in court, shepherd?

      Cor. No, truly.

      Touch. Then thou art damn’d.

      Cor.