Ros. I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a lion.

Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. Ros. Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon, when he showed me your handkerchief?

Orl. Ay, and greater wonders than that.

Ros. O, I know where you are.-Nay, 'tis true: there was never any thing so sudden, but the fight of two rams, and Caesar's thrasonical brag of-I came, saw, and overcame, for your brother and my sister no sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason; no sooner knew the reason, but they sought the remedy: and in these degrees have they made a pair of stairs to marriage, which they will climb incontinent, or else be incontinent before marriage: they are in the very wrath of love, and they will together: clubs cannot part them.

Orl. They shall be married to-morrow; and I will bid the duke to the nuptials. But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! By so much the more shall I to-morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall think my brother happy, in having what he wishes for.

Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind?

Orl. I can live no longer by thinking. Ros. I will weary you no longer then with idle talking. Know of me then (for now I speak to some purpose), that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit: I speak not this, that you should bear a good opinion of my knowledge, insomuch, I say, I know you are; neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may in some little measure draw a belief from you, to do yourself good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things: I have, since I was three years old, conversed with a magician, most profound in his art, and yet not damnable.

If you

do love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, shall you marry her? I know into what straights of fortune she is driven; and it is not impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient to you, to set her before your eyes to-morrow, human as she is, and without any danger.

Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings? Ros. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though I say I am a magician: therefore put you in your best array, bid your friends; for, if you will be married to-morrow you shall; and to Rosalind, if you will.

Enter Silvius and Phebe. Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers. Phe. Youth, you have done me much ungenTo show the letter that I writ to you. [tleness, Ros. I care not if I have: it is my study, To seem despiteful and ungentle to you: You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd; Look upon him, love him; he worships you. Pne. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis

to love.

Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears:— And so am 1 for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymede. Orl. And I for Rosalind. Ros. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service;And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymede.

Orl. And I for Rosalind.
Ros. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of phantasy,
All made of passion, and all made of wishes;
All adoration, duty, and observance,
All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all observance ;-
And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And so am I for Ganymede. Orl. And so am I for Rosalind. Ros. And so am I for no woman. Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? [to Rosalind. Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? [to Phebe. Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to love you Ros. Who do you speak to? Why blame you me to love you?

Orl. To her, that is not here, nor doth not hear? Ros. Pray you, no more of this: 'tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon.- .I will help you, [to Silvius] if I can ::-I would love you, [to Phebe] if I could.—To-morrow meet me altogether.-I will marry you [to Phebe] if ever I marry woman, and I'll be married tomorrow:-I will satisfy you, [to Orlando] if ever I satisfied man, and you shall be married to-morrow:-I will content you, [to Silvius] if what pleases you contents you, and you shall be married to-morrow. As you [to Orlando] love Rosalind, meet ;-as you [to Silvius] love Phebe, meet; and as I love no woman, I'll meet.-So fare you well; I have left you commands.

Sil. I'll not fail, if I live.
Phe. Nor I.
Orl. Nor I.

SCENE III. THE SAME.

[exeunt.

How that a life was but a flower

In spring time, &c.

And therefore take the present time,

With a hey, and a ho, and hey nonino,
For love is crowned with the prime,
In spring time, &c.

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

1 Page. You are deceived, sir; 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. [exeunt. Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, and Celia.

SCENE IV.

ANOTHER PART OF THE FOREST.

Duke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the Can do all this that he hath promised? [boy 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, whiles our compáct 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.

will?

Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she [to Silvius. Sil. Though to have her and death were both one thing.

even.

Ros. I have promis'd to make all this matter daughter;Keep you your word, O duke, to give your You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter:Keep your word, Phebe, that you will 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 Rosalind and Celia. 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-born; And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments Or 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.

This

is the motley-minded gentleman, that I have so often met in the forest: he hath been a courtier. he swears,

Touch. If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation. I have trod a measure: I have flattered a lady; I have been politic 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' Touch. 'Faith, we met, and found the quarrel I was upon the seventh cause.

Jaq. 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-favour'd 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 oister. [sententious.

Duke S. By my faith, he is very swift and 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 seven 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 this is called the quip modest. it to please himself; If again, it was not well cut, he disabled my judgement: 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. again, it was not well cut, he would say, I lie: This is called the counter check quarrelsome; and so to the lie circumstantial, and the lie direct.

If

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

Touch. I durst go no further than the lie circumstantial, 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; as 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 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 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 presentation of that, he shoots his wit. Enter Hymen, leading Rosalind in woman's clothes; and Celia. Still music.

Hymn. 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 your's. [to Duke. To you I give myself, for I am your's. [to Orlando. Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter. [Rosalind. Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my 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.
You and you no cross shall part:

[to Orlando 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,
How thus we met, and these things finish.

Song.

Wedding is great Juno's crown;

O blessed 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 S. O my dear niece, welcome thou art

to me;

Even daughter, welcome in no less degree.
Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine:
Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.
[to Silvius.

Enter Jaques De Bois. Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a word or two;

I am the second son of old Sir Rowland,
That bring these tidings to this fair assembly:
Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day,
Men of great worth resorted 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 some question with him, was converted
Both from his enterprise and from the world;

His crown bequeathing to his banished brother;
And all their lands restor❜d to them again,
That were with him exil'd.
This to be true,

I do engage my life.

Duke S. Welcome, young man ;

Thou offer'st fairly to thy brother's wedding:
To one, his lands withheld; and to the other,
A land itself at large, a potent dukedom.
First, in this forest, let us do those ends
That here were well begun and well begot:
And after, every of this happy number,
That have endur'd shrewd days and nights with us,
Shall share the good of our returned fortune,
According to the measure of their states.
Meantime, forget this new-fall'n dignity,
And fall into our rustic revelry.-
Play, music;-and you, brides and bridegrooms
With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures fall.
Jaq. Sir, by your patience. If I heard you
The duke hath put on a religious life, [rightly,
And thrown into neglect the pompous court!
Jaq. de B. He hath.

[all,

Jaq. To him will I out of these convertites There is much matter to be heard and learn'd. You to your former honour I bequeath;

[to Duke S. Your patience and your virtue, well deserves it:You, to a love that your true faith doth merit :— [to Orlando. You to your land, and love, and great allies : [to Oliver. You to a long and well-deserved bed:-[to Silvius. And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage [to Touchstone. Is but for two months victuall'd. So to your pleaI am for other than for dancing measures. [sures; Duke S. Stay, Jaques, stay. [have

Jaq. To see no pastime, I :-what you would I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. [exit. Duke S. Proceed, proceed: we will begin

these rites,

Andwe do trust they'll end intrue delights. [a dance. EPILOGUE.

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 please 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. [exeunt

And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love's
More richer than my tongue.

Lear. To thee, and thine, hereditary ever,
Remain this ample third of our fair kingdom;
No less in space, validity, and pleasure,
Than that confirm'd on Goneril.-Now, our joy,
Although the last, not least: to whose young love
The vines of France, and milk of Burgundy,
Strive to be interess'd: what can you say, to draw
A third more opulent than your sisters; Speak.
Cor. Nothing, my lord.
Lear. Nothing?
Cor. Nothing.

[again.

Lear. Nothing can come of nothing: speak Cor. Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty According to my bond; nor more, nor less. Lear. How, how, Cordelia? mend your speech Lest it may mar your fortunes. [a little,

lov'd me: I

Cor. Good, my lord, You have begot me, bred me, Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry

Half my love with him, half my care, and duty: Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters,

To love my father all.

Lear. But goes this with thy heart?
Cor. Ay, good my lord.

Lear. So young, and so untender?
Cor. So young, my lord, and true.

Lear. Let it be so. Thy truth then be thy
For, by the sacred radiance of the sun; [dower:
The mysteries of Hecate, and the night;
By all the operations of the orbs,

From whom we do exist, and cease to be;
Here I disclaim all my paternal care
Propinquity and property of blood,
And as a stranger to my heart and me
Hold thee, from this, for ever. The barbarous
Or he that makes his generation messes [Scythian,
To gorge his appetite, shall to my bosom
Be as well neighbour'd, pitied, and reliev'd,
As thou my sometime daughter.

Kent. Good my liege,

Lear. Peace Kent!

Come not between the dragon and his wrath; I lov'd her most, and thought to set my rest On her kind nursery.-Hence, and avoid my sight! [to Cordelia.

So be my grave my peace, as here I give
Her father's heart from her! Call France;-
who stirs?

Call Burgundy.-Cornwall, and Albany,
With my two daughters' dowers digest this third :

Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her.
I do invest you jointly with my power,
Pre-eminence, and all the large effects
That troop with majesty.-Ourself, by monthly
With reservation of an hundred knights, [course,
By you to be sustain'd, shall our abode [tain
Make with you by due terms. Only we still re-
The name, and all the additions to a king;
The sway,

Revenue, execution of the rest,

Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm,
This coronet part between you. [giving the crown.
Kent. Royal Lear,

Whom I have honour'd as my king,
Lov'd as my father, as my master follow'd,
As my great patron thought on in my prayers,—
Lear. The bow is bent and drawn, make from

the shaft.

Kent. Let it fall rather, though the fork invade The region of my heart: be Kent unmannerly, When Lear is mad. What would'st thou do, old

man? [speak, Think'st thou, that duty shall have dread to When power to flattery bows? To plainness honour's bound,

When majesty stoops to folly. Reverse thy doom: And, in thy best consideration, check [ment, This hideous rashness: answer my life my judgThy youngest daughter does not love thee least; Nor are those empty-hearted, whose low sound Reverbs no hollowness.

Lear. Kent, on thy life, no more.

Kent. My life I ever held but as a pawn To wage against thine enemies; nor fear to lose it, Thy safety being the motive.

Lear. Out of my sight!

Kent. See better, Lear; and let me still remain The true blank of thine eye.

Lear. Now, by Apollo,Kent. Now, by Apollo, king, Thou swear'st thy gods in vain. Lear. O, vassal! miscreant!

[laying his hand on his sword. Alb. & Corn. Dear sir, forbear. Kent. Do;

Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow
Upon the foul disease. Revoke thy gift;
Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat,
I'll tell thee, thou doth evil.

Lear. Hear me, recreaut!

On thine allegiance, hear me !

Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow (Which we durst never yet) and, with strain'd

pride

To come betwixt our sentence and our power
(Which nor our nature nor our place can bear,)
Our potency made good, take thy reward.
Five days we do allot thee, for provision
To shield thee from diseases of the world;
And, on the sixth, to turn thy hated back
Upon our kingdom: if, on the tenth day following,
Thy banish'd trunk, be found in our dominions,
The moment is thy death: away! by Jupiter,
This shall not be revok'd.
[wilt appear,

Kent. Fare thee well, king: since thus thou Freedom lives hence, and banishment is here