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 anything in this desert.
Cheerly, good Adam. Exeunt.
Scene Seven
[Another Part of the Forest]
[A table set out.] Enter Duke Senior, [Amiens,] and Lords, like Outlaws.
Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast,
For I can nowhere find him like a man.
First Lord. My lord, he is but even now gone hence:
Here was he merry, hearing of a song. 4
Duke S. 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.
Enter Jaques.
First Lord. He saves my labour by his own approach. 8
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, 12
A motley fool; a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool;
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, 16
4 hearing of: listening to
5 compact of jars: made up of discords
6 spheres; cf. n.
13 motley: i.e., in the parti-colored dress of a professional jester
16 rail'd . . . Fortune; cf. n.
