call'd the Countercheck Quarrelfome: And fo the Lie Circumftantial, and the Lie Direct.

Jaq. And how oft did you say his Beard was not well

cut?

Clo. I durft go no further than the Lie Circumftantial ; nor he durft not give me the Lie Direct; and fo we measur'd Swords, and parted.

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

Lie?

Clo. O, Sir, 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 Circumftance; the feventh, 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 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 fwore Brothers. Your If is the only Peace-maker; much virtue in If.

Jaq. Is not this a rare Fellow, my Lord? He's good at any thing, and yet a Fool.

Duke Sen. He uses his Folly like a Stalking-Horse, and un der the Presentation of that he shoots his Wit.

Enter Hymen, Rofalind in Woman's Cloths, and Celia.

Still Mufick

Hym. Then is there Mirth in Heav'n,

When earthly things made even
Atone together.

Good Duke receive thy Daughter,
Hymen from Heav'n brought her,
Yea, brought her hither,

That thou might'ft joyn her hand with his,
Whofe Heart within his Bofom is.

Rof. To you I give my felf; for I am yours. [To the Duke.
To you I give my felf; for I am yours. [To Orlando.
Duke Sen. If there be truth in fight, you are my Daughter.

Orla.

Orla. If there be truth in fight, you are my Rofalind. Phe. If fight and fhape 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 must make conclufion 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 Crofs fhall part; You and you are Heart in Heart; You to his Love muft accord, Or have a Woman to your Lord. You and you are fure together, As the Winter to foul Weather: Whiles a Wedlock Hymn we fing, Feed your felves with questioning: That Reafon, Wonder may diminish, How thus we met, and these things finish.

SONG,

Wedding is great Juno's Crown,
O bleffed Bond of Board and Bed!
'Tis Hymen Peoples ev'ry 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 less degree.

Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine,
Thy Faith, my Fancy to thee doth combine.
Enter Jaques de Boyes.

Faq. de B. Let me have audience for a word or two:
I am the fecond Son of old Sir Rowland,
That bring thefe 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 Condu&, purpofely 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 :-
Thou offer'ft fairly to thy Brothers Wedding;
To one his Lands with-held, and to the other
A Land it felf at large, a potent Dukedom.
First, in this Foreft, let us do thofe Ends
That here were well begun, and well begot:
And after, every of this happy Number
That have endur'd threwd Days and Nights with us,
Shall fhare the good of our returned Fortune,
According to the meafure of their States.
Mean time, forget this new-fall'n Dignity,
And fall into our Ruftick Revelry:

Play Mufick, and you Brides and Bridegrooms all,
With Measure heap'd in Joy, to th' Meafures fall.
Jaq. Sir, by your patience: If I heard you rightly,
The Duke hath put on a Religious Life,

And thrown into neglect the pompous Court.
Jaq. de B. He hath.

[To the Duke.

Faq. To him will I: Out of thefe Convertites
There is much matter to be heard and learn'd.
You to your former Honour, I bequeath,
Your Patience, and your Virtue well deferves it:
You to a Love that your true Faith doth merit;
You to your Land, and Love, and great Allies;
You to a long and well-deferved Bed;

[To Orla. [To Oli. [To Syl.

And you to Wrangling; for thy loving Voyage [To the Clown
Is but for two Months victuall'd: So to your Pleasures;

I am for other than for Dancing Meafures.
Duke Sen. Stay, Jaques, ftay.

Jaq. To fee no Paftime, I: What you would have,
I'll stay to know at your abandon'd Cave.

[Exit.

Duke

A

Duke Sen. Proceed, proceed, we will begin these Rites, As we do truft they i end in true Delights.

Rof. It is not the Fashion to fee the Lady the Epilogue; but it is no more unhandfome than to fee the Lord the Prologue. If it be tre, that good Wine needs no Bush, 'tis true, that a good Play needs no Epilogue. Yet to good Wine they do ufe good Bufhes; 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 infinuate with you in the behalf of a good Play? I am not furnish'd 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 pleafes you: And I charge you, O Men, for the love you bear to Women, as I perceive by your Simpring, none of you hates them, that between you and the Women, the Play may pleafe. If I were a Womar, I would kifs as many of you as had Beards that pleas'd me, Complexions that lik'd me, and Breaths that I defy'd not: And, I am fure, as many as have good Beards, or good Faces, or fweet Breaths, will for my kind Offer, when I make Courtfie, bid me farewel. [Exeunt.

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