| ROSALIND | |
I have promised to make all this matter even. | |
| | Keep you your word, O duke, to give your daughter; | |
| | You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter: | 20 |
| | Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll 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. | 25 |
| | [Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA] |
| ORLANDO | |
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, | 30 |
| | And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments | |
| | Of 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] |
| TOUCHSTONE | |
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, | 55 |
| | sir, an ill-favoured 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 oyster. | |
| TOUCHSTONE | |
Upon a lie seven times removed:--bear your body more | |
| | seeming, Audrey:--as thus, sir. I did dislike the | 65 |
| | 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 it to please himself: | 70 |
| | this is called the Quip Modest. If again 'it was | |
| | not well cut,' he disabled my judgment: 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. If again 'it was not | 75 |
| | well cut,' he would say I lied: this is called the | |
| | Counter-cheque Quarrelsome: and so to the Lie | |
| | Circumstantial and the Lie Direct. | |
| TOUCHSTONE | |
O sir, we quarrel in print, by the book; as you have | |
| | books for good manners: I will name you the degrees. | 85 |
| | The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the | |
| | Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the | |
| | fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the | |
| | Countercheque Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with | |
| | Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct. All | 90 |
| | 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 | 95 |
| | they shook hands and swore brothers. Your If is the | |
| | only peacemaker; much virtue in If. | |
| HYMEN | |
Peace, ho! I bar confusion: |
| | 'Tis I must make conclusion | |
| | Of these most strange events: | |
| | Here's eight that must take hands | 120 |
| | To join in Hymen's bands, | |
| | If truth holds true contents. | |
| | You and you no cross shall part: | |
| | You and you are heart in heart | |
| | You to his love must accord, | 125 |
| | Or have a woman to your lord: | |
| | You and you are sure together, | |
| | As the winter to foul weather. | |
| | Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing, | |
| | Feed yourselves with questioning; | 130 |
| | That reason wonder may diminish, | |
| | How thus we met, and these things finish. | |
| | | |
| | SONG. | |
| | Wedding is great Juno's crown: | 135 |
| | 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! | 140 |
| JAQUES DE BOYS | |
Let me have audience for a word or two: | 145 |
| | 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, | 150 |
| | 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 | 155 |
| | Both from his enterprise and from the world, | |
| | His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother, | |
| | And all their lands restored to them again | |
| | That were with him exiled. This to be true, | |
| | I do engage my life. | 160 |
| DUKE SENIOR | |
Welcome, young man; | |
| | Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' 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 | 165 |
| | That here were well begun and well begot: | |
| | And after, every of this happy number | |
| | That have endured shrewd days and nights with us | |
| | Shall share the good of our returned fortune, | |
| | According to the measure of their states. | 170 |
| | Meantime, forget this new-fall'n dignity | |
| | And fall into our rustic revelry. | |
| | Play, music! And you, brides and bridegrooms all, | |
| | With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures fall. | |
| JAQUES | |
To him will I : out of these convertites | |
| | There is much matter to be heard and learn'd. | 180 |
| | [To DUKE SENIOR] |
| | You to your former honour I bequeath; | |
| | Your patience and your virtue well deserves it: | |
| | [To ORLANDO] |
| | You to a love that your true faith doth merit: | |
| | [To OLIVER] |
| | You to your land and love and great allies: | |
| | [To SILVIUS] |
| | You to a long and well-deserved bed: | 185 |
| | [To TOUCHSTONE] |
| | And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage | |
| | Is but for two months victuall'd. So, to your pleasures: | |
| | I am for other than for dancing measures. | |
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