Keep your word, Silvius, that you '11 marry her, If she refuse me:-and from hence I go, [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 Of many desperate studies by his uncle, Whom he reports to be a great magician, Obscured in the circle of this forest.. [TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY without.] Touch. Come along, 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 call'd fools. Enter TOUCHSTONE, and AUDREY. Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all! Juq. 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 flatter'd a lady; I have been politick 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 was upon the seventh cause. Jaq. How seventh cause?-Good my lord, like this fellow. Duke S. I like him very well. 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 oyster. Duke S. By my faith, he is very swift and sententious. 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 remov'd;-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 call'd 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: This is call'd the Quip modest. If again, it was not well cut, he disabled my judgement: 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 say, I lie: This is call'd the Countercheck quarrelsome and so to the Lie circumstantial, and the Lie direct. Jaq. And how oft did you say, his beard was not well cut? Touch. I durst go no further than the Lie circum= stantial, nor he durst not give me the Lie direct; and so we measur'd 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 the degrees. The first, the Retort courteous; the second, the Quip modest; the third, the Reply you 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 the presentation of that, he shoots his wit. 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, I do engage my Duke S. Welcome, young man ; F Enter two Cupids, waving on eight Masquers. A Dance. Enter HYMEN. HYMEN sings. Then is there mirth in heaven, Good duke, receive thy daughter, That thou might'st join her hand with his, [At the end of the Song, HYMEN leads forward RosaLIND in woman's clothes :-she is followed by CELÍA, in her own dress, and HYMEN leads away the Cupids and Masquers.] Ros. To you I give myself, for I am yours. To you I give myself, for I am yours. [To Duke S. [TO ORLANDO, Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter. Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosa lind. 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. Duke S. O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me; Even daughter, welcome in no less degree. First, in this forest, let us do those ends That here were well begun, and well begot : That have endur'd shrewd days and nights with us, Play, musick;—and you brides and bridegrooms all, And thrown into neglect the pompous court? Jaq. To him will I; out of these convertites [To Duke S. Your patience, and your virtue, well deserves it :You [To ORLANDO] to a love, that your true faith doth merit: You [To OLIVER] to your land, and love, and great allies: You [To SILVIUS] to a long and well deserved bed ;And you [To ToUCHSTONE] to wrangling; for thy loving voyage Is but for two months victual'd. Touch. Come along, Audrey. [Exeunt TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. Jaq. So to your pleasures; I am for other than for dancing measures. Duke S. Stay, Jaques, stay. Jaq. To see no pastime, I:-what you would have I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. [Exit JAQUES, Duke S. Proceed, proceed; we will begin these rites, |