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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,

You will beftow her on Orlando here?

[to the Duke.

Duke Sen. That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her.
Rof. And you say, you will have her when I bring her?

[to Orlando.

Orla. That would I, were I 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 refufe to marry me,

You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd?

Phe. So is the bargain.

Rof. You fay, that you'll have Phebe, if the will? [to Sylvius.
Syl. Though 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 else, refusing me, to wed this fhepherd:
Keep your word, Sylvius, that you'll marry her,
If the refuse me: and from hence I go
To make thefe doubts all even.

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 saw him, Methought, he was a brother to your daughter; Hh


[Exe. Rof. and Celia.

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But, my good lord, this boy is forestborn,
And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments
Of many desperate studies by his uncle,
Whom he reports to be a great magician,
Obfcured in the circle of this foreft.


Enter Clown, and Audrey.

Jaq. There is, fure, another flood toward, and these couples are coming to the ark. Here come a pair of unclean * beasts, 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 motleyminded gentleman that I have so often met in the forest: he hath been a courtier, he fwears.

Clo. If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation: I have trod a measure, I have flatter'd a lady, I have been politick with my friend, smooth with mine enemy, I have undone three tailors, 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 feventh cause.

Jaq. How the feventh cause? good my lord, like this fellow.
Duke Sen. I like him very well.

Clo. God❜ild you, fir; I defire of you the like: I prefs in here, fir, amongst the rest of the country copulatives, to fwear, and to forfwear, according as marriage binds, and blood breaks: a poor virgin, fir, an illfavour'd thing, fir, but mine own; a poor humour of mine, fir, to take that that no man elfe will. Rich honesty dwells like a mifer, fir, in a poor house, as your pearl in your foul oyster.

Duke Sen. By my faith, he is very swift and sententious.
Clo. According to the fool's bolt, fir, and fuch dulcet diseases.*

a Noah was order'd to take into the ark the clean beafts by fevens, and the unclean by pairs. • Meaning love, as what is apt to make folks fententious.


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Jaq. But, for the seventh cause; 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, fir: I did diflike the cut of a certain courtier's beard; he fent me word, if I said 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 send me word, he cut it to please himself: this is call'd the quip modest. If again, it was not well cut, he difabled my judgment: this is call'd, the reply churlish. If again, it was not well cut, 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 quarrelfome; and fo the lie circumftantial, and the lie direct.

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

Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie? Clo. O fir, we quarrel in print, by the book; as you have books for good manners. I will name you the degrees. The firft, the retort courteous; the fecond, the quip modeft; the third, the reply churlish; the fourth, the reproof valiant; the fifth, the countercheck quarrelfome; the fixth, the lie with circumstance; the seventh, 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 swore brothers. Your if is the only peacemaker; much virtue in if.


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

Duke Sen. He ufes his folly like a stalkinghorse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

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Enter Hymen, Rosalind in woman's cloths, 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 heaven brought her,
Yea, brought her hither,
That thou might ft join her hand with his,
Whose heart within his bofom is.

Rof. To you I give myfelf; for I am yours.
To you I give myself; for I am yours.

Duke Sen. If there be truth in fight, you are my daughter.
Orla. If there be truth in fight, you are my Rosalind.
Phe. If fight and shape be true,
Why then, my love adieu!

Rof. I'll have no father, if you be not he;
I'll have no husband, if you be not he;
Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she.
Hym. Peace, hoa! I bar confufion :
'Tis I muft make conclufion

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That reason wonder may diminish,
How thus we met, and these things finish:


Wedding is great Juno's crown;
O bleffed bond of board and bed!
'Tis Hymen peoples every town;

High wedlock then be honoured:
Honour, high honour and renown
To Hymen, god of every town!

Duke Sen. O my dear neice, welcome thou art to me;

Even daughter, welcome in no lefs degree.

Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine;
Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.



Enter Jaques de Boys.

Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a word or two:
I am the fecond fon of old fir Rowland,
That bring these tidings to this fair affembly.
Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day
Men of great worth reforted to this forest,
Address'd a mighty power, which were on foot
In his own conduct, purposely to take
His brother here, and put him to the sword:
And to the skirts of this wild wood he came;
Where meeting with an old religious man,
After fome queftion with him, was converted
Both from his enterprize, and from the world;
His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother,
And all their lands reftor'd to them again
That were with him exil'd. This to be true,
I do engage my life.

Duke Sen. Welcome, young man :

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