Page 1938 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then, the justice,
In fair round belly, with good capon lin’d, [155]
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 pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side, [160]
His youthful hose well sav’d, a world too wide

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, [165]

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Enter Orlando with Adam.

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

ORLANDO
I thank you most for him.

ADAM
So had you need, [170]
I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.

DUKE SENIOR
Welcome, fall to. I will not trouble you
As yet to question you about your fortunes.

Give us some music, and good cousin, sing.
(Amiens sings.)
Blow, blow, thou winter wind, [175]
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude.

Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,