With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances; 156
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide 160
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, 164
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Enter Orlando, with Adam.
Duke S. Welcome. Set down your venerable burden,
And let him feed.
Orl.I thank you most for him. 168
Adam. So had you need:
I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.
Duke S. Welcome; fall to: I will not trouble you
As yet, to question you about your fortunes. 172
Give us some music; and, good cousin, sing.
Song.
Ami. 'Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude; 176
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
156 saws: maxims
modern instances: commonplace illustrations
158 pantaloon: an enfeebled old man; cf. n.
163 his: its
165 mere: total
167 venerable burden; cf. n.
