Duke Sen.
Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy:
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play.

&plquo;Jaq.
&plquo;All the world's a stage,
&plquo;And all the men and women meerly players;
&plquo;They have their exits and their entrances,

&plquo;And one man in his time plays many parts:
&plquo;His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
&plquo;Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms:
&plquo;And then, the whining school-boy with his satchel,
&plquo;And shining morning-face, creeping like snail
&plquo;Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
&plquo;Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad
&plquo;Made to his mistress' eye-brow. Then a soldier,
&plquo;Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
&plquo;Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel
&plquo;Seeking the bubble reputation
&plquo;Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice
&plquo;In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,
&plquo;With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
&plquo;Full of wise saws and modern instances,
&plquo;And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
&plquo;Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
&plquo;With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side;
&plquo;His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide
&plquo;For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice
&plquo;Turning again toward childish treble pipes,
&plquo;And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
&plquo;That ends this strange eventful history,
&plquo;Is second childishness, and meer oblivion,
&plquo;Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.

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