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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,

Is second childishness, and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

Enter Orlando with Adam.

Duke S.

Welcome. Set down your venerable burthen,

And let him feed.

Orl.

I thank you most for him.

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.

Give us some music, and, good cousin, sing.

Song

[Ami.]

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

Thou art not so unkind

As man’s ingratitude;

Thy tooth is not so keen,

Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh-ho, sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly,

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.

[Then] heigh-ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,