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Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untunable.

i Page. You are deceived, sır; we kept time, we lost not our time.

Touch. By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear such a foolish song. God be with you ; and God mend your voices? Come, Audrey.


SCENE IV.-Another part of the Forest. En.

ter Duke senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, and Celia.

Duke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy Can do all this that he hath promised ? Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do

not ; As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.

Enter Rosalind, Silvius, and Phebe. Ros. Patience once more, whilcs our compact is

urg'd : You say, if I bring in your Rosalind, (To the Duke. You will bestow her on Orlando here? Duke S. That would I, had I kingdoms to give

with her. Ros. And you say, you will have her, when I bring her?

[To Orlando. Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king. Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be willing?

[To Phebe. Phe. That will I, should I die the hour after.

Ros. But, if you do refuse to marry me, You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd?

Phe. So is the bargain, Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she will ?

(To Silvius.



Sil. Though to have her and death were both

one thing Ros. I have promis’d to make all this matter Keep you your word, O duke, to give your daughYou yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter :-Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me; Or else, refusing me, to wed this shepherd : Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her, If she refuse me:-and from hence I go, To make these doubts all even.

[Exeunt Ros. and Cel. Duke S. I do remember in this shepherd-boy Some lively touches of my daughter's favour.

Orl. My lord, the first time that I ever saw him, Methought he was a brother to your daughter : But, my good lord, this boy is forest-bom ; And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments Of many desperate studies by his uncle, Whom he reports to be a great magician, Obscured in the circle of this forest.

Enter Touchstone and Audrey. Jaq. There is, sure, another flood toward, and these couples are coming to the ark! Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. Touch. Salutation and greeting to you

all! Jaq. Good my lord, bid him welcome; Thie is the motley-minded gentleman, that I have so often met in the forest : he hath been a courtier, he

Touch. If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation. I have trod a measure;ł I have flattered a lady; I have been politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy; I have undone

(1) A stately solemn dance.


three tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought one.

Jaq. And how was that ta'en up?

Touch. 'Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the seventh cause.

Jag. How seventh cause ?-Good my lord, like this fellow.

Duke S. I like him very well.

Touch. God 'ild you, sir; I desire you of the like. I press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the country copulatives, to swear, and to forswear; according as marriage binds, and blood breaks :--A poor virgin, sir, an ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own; a poor humour of mine, sir, to take that that no man else will: Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl, in your foul oyster.

Duke S. By my faith, he is very swift and sententious.

Touch. According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such dulcet diseases.

Jaq. But, for the seventh cause; how did you find the quarrel on the seventh cause?

Touch. Upon a lie scven times removed ;-Bear your body more seeming,' Audrey :—as thus, sir. I did dislike the cut of a certain courtier's beard ; he sent me word, if I said his beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it was: This is called the retort courteous. If I sent him word again, it was not well cut, he would send me word, he cut it to please himself: This is called the quip modest. If again, it was not well cut, he disabled my judga ment: This is called the reply churlish. If again, it was not well cut, he would answer, I spake not true: This is called the reproof valiant. If again, it was not well cut, he would say, I lie: This is called the countercheck quarrelsome : and so to che lie circumstantial, and the lie direct.

(1) Seemly.

Jaq. And how oft did you say, his beard was not well cut?

Touch. I durst go no further than the lie cir. cumstantial, nor he durst not give me the lie direct; and so we measured swords, and parted.

Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie?

Touch. O sir, we quarrel in print, by the book ; ds you have books for good manners : I will name you the degrees. The first, the retort courteous ; the second, the quip modest; the third, the reply churlish; the fourth, the reproof valiant; the fifth, the countercheck quarrelsome; the sixth, the lie with circumstance; the seventh, the lie direct. All these you may avoid, but the lie direct; and you inay avoid that too, with an if: I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel ; but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an if, as, if you said so, then I said so; and they shook hands, and swore brothers. Your if is the only peace-maker; much virtue in if

Jaq. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord ? he's as good at any thing, and yet a fool.

Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that, he shoots his wit. Enter Hymen, leading Rosalind in woman's

clothes; and Celia. Still music.

Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven,

When earthly things made even

Atone together.
Good duke, receive thy daughter,
Hymen from heaven brought her,

Yea, brought her hither;
That thou might'st join her hand with his
Whose heart within her bosom is.

Ros. 'To you I give myself, for I am yours.

[To Duke S 'To you I give myself, for I am yours.

[To Orl. Drke S. If there be truth in sight, you are my

daughter. Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosa

Phe. If sight and shape be true,
Why then,-my love, adieu !
Ros. I'll have no father, if you be not he:-

[To Duke S. I'll have no husband, if you be not he :

[To Orlando. Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she.

[To Phebe. Hym. Peace, ho! I bar confusion :

'Tis I must make conclusion

Of these most strange events :
Here's eight that must take hands,
To join in Hymen's bands,

If truth holds true contents. I
You and you no cross shall part:

[To Orlanclo and Rosalind. You and you are heart in heart :

[To Oliver and Celia.
You [To Phebe.] to his love must accord,
Or have a woman to your lord :-
You and you are sure together,

[To Touchstone and Audrey.
As the winter to foul weather.
Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing,
Feed yourselves with questioning;
That reason wonder may diminish,
Jow thus we met, and these things finish.
(1) Unless truth fails of veracity.

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