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Syl. It is to be made all of faith and service; And fo am I for Pbebé.

· Phe. And I for Ganimed.

Orla. And I for Rofalind.
Rof. And I for no woman.

Syl. It is to be all made of fantafie,

All made of paffion, and all made of wishes,
All adoration, duty and obfervance,

All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all tryal, all obfervance ;
And fo am I for Phebe.

Pbe. And fo am I for Ganimed.

Orla. And fo am I for Rofalind.

Rof. And fo am I for no woman.

Phe. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you?

[To Rof. Syl. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you?

[To Phe.

Orla. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? Rof. Who do you fpeak to, Why blame you me to love you. Orla. To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.


Rof. Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling of Irif wolves against the moon; I will help you if I can; I would love you if I could: to-morrow meet me all together: I will marry you, if ever I marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow; [To Phe.] I will fatisfy you, if ever I fatisfy'd man, and you fhall be married to-morrow; [To Orl. I will content you, if what pleafes you contents you, and you fhall be married to-morrow: [To Syl.] As you love Rofalind, meet; as you love Phebe, meet; and as I love no woman, I'll meet. well; I have left you commands.

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SCENE IV. Enter Clown and Audrey. Clo. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey: to-morrow we will be married.

Aud. I do defire it with all my heart; and I hope it is


no difhoneft defire to defire to be a woman of the world. Here come two of the banish'd Duke's pages. Enter two Pages.

1 Page. Well met, honeft gentleman.

Clo. By my troth, well met: come, fit, fit, and a fong. 2 Page. We are for you, fit i' th' middle.

1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking, or fpitting, or faying we are hoarfe, which are the only prologues to a bad voice?

2 Page. F'faith, i'faith, and both in a tune, like two gypfies on a horse.


I was a lover and his lafs,

With a bey, and a bo, and a bey nomino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pafs

In the fpring-time; the pretty spring-time,
When birds do fing, bey ding a ding, ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring.

And therefore take the prefent time,

With a bey, and a bo, and a bey nonino

For love is crowned with the prime,
In the fpring-time, &c.

Between the acres of the rye,

With a bey, and a bo, and a bey nonino,

Thefe pretty country-folks would lye,

In the fpring-time, &c.

The carrol they began that bour,

With a bey, and a bo, and a bey nonino,
How that our life was but a flower,

In the fpring-time, &c.

Clo. Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untuneable. 1 Page. You are deceiv'd, Sir; and we kept time, we loft not our time.

Clo. By my troth, yes: I count it but time loft to hear fuch a foolish fong. God b'w'y you, and God mend your voices, Come, Audrey.

[Exeunt. SCENE

SCENE V. Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, · Orlando, Oliver, and Celia.


Duke Sen. Doft thou believe, Orlando, that the boy Can do all this that he hath promised?

Orla. I fometimes do believe, and fometimes do not; As those that think they hope, and know they fear. Enter Rofalind, Sylvius, and Phebe.

Rof. Patience once more, whiles our compact is urg'd: You fay, if I bring in your Rofalind, [To the Duke.

You will beftow her on Orlando here?

Duke Sen. That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her.

Rof. And you fay you will have her when I bring her? [To Orlando. Orla. That would I, were of all kingdoms King. Rof. You fay you'll marry me, if I be willing. To Phebe. Phe. That will I, fhould I die the hour after. Rof. But if you do refuse to marry me, You'll give your felf to this moft faithful shepherd? Phe. So is the bargain.

Rof. You fay, that you'll have Phebe, if the will?

[To Sylvius. Syl. Tho' to have her and death were both one thing. Rof. I've promis'd to make all this matter even; Keep you your word, O Duke, to give your daughter; You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter : Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me, Or elfe, refufing me, to wed this fhepherd. Keep your word, Sylvius, that you'll marry her, If the refufe me; and from hence I go To make these doubts all even.

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Exe. Rof. and Celia. Duke Sen. I do remember in this fhepherd-boy Some lively touches of my daughter's favour. Orla. My Lord, the first time that I ever faw him, Methought he was a brother to your daughter; But, my good Lord, this boy is foreft-born, And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments Of many desperate ftudies by his uncle, Whom he reports to be a great magician, Obfcured in the circle of this forest."


SCENE VI. Enter Clown and Audrey.

Jaq. There is fure another flood toward, and thefe couples are coming to the ark. Here come a pair of unclean beafts, which in all tongues are call'd fools.

Clo. Salutation and greeting to you all!

Jaq. Good my Lord, bid him welcome. This is the motley-minded gentleman that I have fo often met in the foreft: he hath been a courtier he fwears.

Clo. If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation; I have trod a meafure, I have flatter'd a lady, I have been politick with my friend, fmooth with mine enemy, I have undone three taylors, I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought one.

Jaq. And how was that ta'en up?

Clo. 'Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the Seventh caufe.

Jaq. How the feventh cause ? good my lord, like this fellow.

Duke Sen. I like him very well.

Clo. God'ild you, Sir, I defire of you the like: 1 prefs in here, Sir, amongst the reft of the country copulatives, to fwear, and to forfwear, according as marriage binds, and blood breaks: a poor virgin, Sir, an ill-favour'd thing, Sir, but mine own; a poor humour of mine, Sir, to take that that no man elfe will. Rich honefty dwells like a mifer, Sir, in a poor houfe, as your pearl in your faul cyfter. Duke Sen. By my faith, he is yery swift and fententious, Clo. According to the fool's bolt, Sir, and fuch dulcet difeafes.+

Jaq. But for the feventh caufe; how did you find the quarrel on the feventh cause?

Clo. Upon a lie feven times removed; (bear your body more feeming, Audrey) as thus, Sir; I did diflike the cut of a certain courtier's beard; he fent me word, if I faid his beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it was: this is call'd the retort courteous. If I fent him word again it was not well cut, he would fend me word he cut it to

Noah was order'd to take into the ark the clean beafts by fevens, and the unclean by pairs.

t Meaning Love, as what is apt to make folks fententious.


please himself. This is call'd the quip modeft. If again, it was not well cut, he difabled my judgment: this is call'd the reply churlish. If again, it was not well cút, he would anfwer, I fpake not true: this is call'd the reproof valiant. If again, it was not well cut, he would' fay, I lied: this is call'd the countercheck quarrelsome; and fo the lie circumftantial, and the lie direct.

Jaq. And how oft did you fay his beard was not well cut? Clo. 1 durft go no further than the lie circumftantial; nor he durft not give me the lie direct, and fo we meafur'd fwords, and parted.

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

Clo. O Sir, we quarrel in print, by the book; as you have books for good manners. I will name you the degrees. The first, the retort courteous; the fecond, the quip modeft the third, the reply churlifh; the fourth, the reproof valiant; the fifth, the countercheck quarrelfome; the fixth, the lie with circumftance; the feventh, the lie direct. All these you may avoid, but the lie direct; and you may avoid that too, with an If. I knew when feven Juftices could not take up a quarrel, but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an If; as, if you faid fo, then I faid fo; and they fhook hands, and fwore brothers. Your If is the only peacemaker i much virtue in If.

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

Duke Sen. He ufes his folly like a ftalking-horse, and under the prefentation of that he shoots his wit.

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Enter Hymen, Rofalind in woman's cloaths, and Celia.
Still Mufick.

Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven,
When earthly things made even
Atone together.

Good Duke, receive thy daughter,.
Hymen from beaven brought her,
Yea, brought ber bither,


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