All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking
in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping
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 honour,
sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise
saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
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,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Re-enter ORLANDO, with ADAM
Welcome. Set down your venerable burthen,
And let him feed.
I thank you most for him.
So had you need:
I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.
Welcome; fall to: I will not trouble you
As yet, to question you about your fortunes.
Give us some music; and,
good cousin, sing.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind.
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so
As friend remember'd not.
Heigh-ho! sing, &c.
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
loved 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
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