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That thou with license of free foot hast caught,

Wouldst thou disgorge into the general world.

Jaq.

Why, who cries out on pride

That can therein tax any private party?

Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,

Till that the weary very means do ebb?

What woman in the city do I name,

When that I say the city-woman bears

The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?

Who can come in and say that I mean her,

When such a one as she, such is her neighbor?

Or what is he of basest function,

That says his bravery is not on my cost,

Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits

His folly to the mettle of my speech?

There then! how then? what then? Let me see wherein

My tongue hath wrong’d him; if it do him right,

Then he hath wrong’d himself. If he be free,

Why then my taxing like a wild goose flies,

Unclaim’d of any man. But who [comes] here?

Enter Orlando [with his sword drawn].

Orl.

Forbear, and eat no more.

Jaq.

Why, I have eat none yet.

Orl.

Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv’d.

Jaq.

Of what kind should this cock come of?