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Hym. Peace, ho! I bar confusion :
'Tis I must make conclusion
Of these most strange events:
If truth holds true contents.*
[TO ORLANDO and ROSALIND. You and you are heart in heart: [T. 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, How thus we met, and these things finish.
Wedding is great Juno's crown;
O blessed bond of board and bed !
High wedlock then be honoured :
To Hymen, god of every town!
Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine:
Enter JAQUES DE BOIS.
* If truth be true.
That were with him exiled : This to be true,
Duke S. Welcome, young man;
Jaq. Sir, by your patience; If I heard you rightly,
Jaq. de B. He hath.
[T. DUKE S.
Duke S. Stay, Jaques, stay.
[Erit. Duke $. Proceed, proceed: we will begin these rites, And we do trust they'll end in true delights.
Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue: but it is no more unhandsome, than to see the lord the prologue. If it be true, that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true, that a good play needs no epilogue: Yet to good wine they do use good bushes; and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. What a case am I in then, that am neither a good epilogue, nor cannot insinuate with you in the behalf of a good play! I am not furnished* like a beggar, therefore to beg will not become me: my way is, to conjure you; and I'll begin with the women. I charge you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of this play as pleases them: and so I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women, (as I perceive by your simpering. none of you hate them), that between you and the women, the play may please. If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me,* and breaths that I defied not: and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make curt'sy, bid me farewell.