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, fir; 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 be with you; and God mend [Exeunt. your voices.-Come, Audrey.

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CENE IV.

Another Part of the Foreft.

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 fear they hope, and know they fear.

Enter Rofalind, Silvius, 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 bestow 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 I of all kingdoms king.

"untimeable.

"As thofe that fear they hope, and know they fear.]-As thofe, whofe hopes are dash'd with fear; who fear that their hopes are only hopes; but know that their fears have a real foundation.

"As those that feign &c."

"As thofe that fear thee, hope, and know thee, fear."
"As thofe that fear their hope, and know their fear.'
"As thofe that fear, then hope; and know then fear."

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Rof

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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 moft faithful fhepherd?
Phe. So is the bargain,

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

[To Silvius Sil. Though to have her and death were both one thing. Rof. I have 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, refusing me, to wed this fhepherd :Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her, If the refufe me :-and from hence I To make these doubts ali even.

go,

[Exeunt Rofalind, 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 defperate studies by his uncle,
Whom he reports to be a great magician,
Obfcured in the circle of this forest.

Enter Clown, and Audrey.

Jaq. There is, fure, another flood toward, and thefe couples are coming to the ark! Here comes a pair of very strange 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

motley

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 measure; I have flatter'd a lady; I have been politick with my friend, smooth 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 feventh cause.

Jaq. How feventh caufe ?-Good my lord, like this fellow.

Duke Sen. I like him very well.

Clo. God'ild you, fir; I defire you of the like. I press 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 ill-favour'd thing, fir, but mine own; a poor humour of mine, fir, to take that that no man elfe will: Rich honefty 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.

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

Clo. Upon a lye feven times removed;-Bear your body more feeming, Audrey :-as thus, fir. I did diflike the cut of a certain courtier's beard; he sent me word, if I faid his beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it was: This is called the Retort courteous. If I fent him word

I defire you of the like. ]-that I may have caufe to like you.

y blood]-frailty.

Swift]-witty.

dulcet difeafes.]-witty phrafes, the difeafes of those times.

again, it was not well cut, he would fend me word, he cut it to please himfelf: 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 cut, he would answer, I spake not true. This is call'd the Reproof valiant. If again, it was not well cut, he would fay, I lye. This is called the Countercheck quarrelsome: and fo to the Lye circumftantial, and the Lye direct.

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

Clo. I durft go no further than the Lye circumftantial, nor he durft not give me the Lye direct; and fo we meafur'd fwords, and parted.

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

Clo. O fir, 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 second, the Quip modeft; the third, the Reply churlish; the fourth, the Reproof valiant; the fifth, the Countercheck quarrelfome; the fixth, the Lye with circumstance; the feventh, the Lye direct. All these you may avoid, but the Lye direct; and you may 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 faid fo, then I faid fo; and they shook hands, and fwore 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, and yet a fool.

b difabled my judgment :]—call'd my judgment in queftion, disputed it. by the book ;]-of Vincentio Saviolo, of honour and honourable quar

rels.

Duke

Duke Sen. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he fhoots his wit.

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

STILL MUSICK.

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 bither;

That thou might'ft join her hand with bis,
Whofe heart within his bofom is.

Rof. To you I give myself, for I am yours.

[To the Duke.

To you I give myself, for I am yours.

[To Orlando,

Duke Sen. If there be truth in fight, you are my daughter. Orla. If there be truth in shape, 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, ho! I bar confufion :
'Tis I must make conclufion

[To the Duke:

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

If truth holds true contents.

like a stalking-horse,]—as a mask, or difguife.
Atone-accord, agree,

[To Orlando. [To Phebe.

$ fight.

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