Jacque's Speech

[Music] [Music] [Music] you all the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players they have their exits and their entrances and one man in his time plays many parts his acts being seven ages [Music] at first the infant mewling and puking in the nurses arms then the whining schoolboy with his satchel and shining morning face creeping like snail unwillingly to school and then the lover sighing like furnace with a woeful ballad made to his mistress's eyebrow then a soldier full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard jealous in honor sudden and quick in peril seeking the bubble reputation even in the cannons mouth and then the justice 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 slippered Pantaloon with spectacles on nose and pouch on side his youthful hose well saved a world too wide that it's shrunk shank and his big manly voice turning again towards 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 everything when daisies piled and violets blue and ladies smock SoulSilver fight and cuckoo buds of yellows you do paint the medals with delight the cuckoo then on every tree mocks married men or that sings he o word a fear one pleasing to a married here when Shepherds Python oten strolls and Mary locks up ploughman's clocks when turtles trade and rocks and Dolls and maidens bleach their summer smokes the cuckoo then on every tree mocks married men for the sings he football cuckoo word of here pleasing to a Mary dear [Music] [Music] when icicles hanging by the wall and dick the Shepherd blows his nail and Tom bears logs into the hole and milk comes frozen home impale when blood is nipped and ways be Powell then nightly sings the scaring all gone to wit a merry notes while greasy Joan doth keel the pot when all allowed the wind does blow and copying drowns the parson saw and bird sit brooding in the snow and Marian's nose looks red and raw i roasted crabs hiss in the bowl then nightly sings the staring out don't do it to the merry note while greasy Joan dove keel the thoughts [Music]