That o'er the green corn-field did pass

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding; Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In the spring time, &c.

This carol they began that hour,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that a life was but a flower

In the spring time, &c.

And therefore take the present time,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino; For love is crowned with the prime,

In the spring time, &c.

Touch. Truly, young gentleman, though| there was no great 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 wi' you; and God mend your voices !-Come, Audrey. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Another part of the Forest. Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, and Celia.

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
Of many desperate studies by his uncle,
Whom he reports to be a great magician,
Obscured in the circle of this forest.

Jaq. There is, sure, another flood toward, and these couples are coming to the ark.-[Enter Touchstone and Audrey.] - 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: have so often met in the forest: he hath been this is the motley-minded gentleman, that I 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

Duke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that quarrel was upon the seventh cause.

the boy

Can do all this that he hath promised?

Orl. I sometimes do believe, and some

times do not;

[fear. As those that fear they hope, and know they Enter Rosalind, Silvius, and Phebe. Ros. Patience once more, whiles our compact is urged :[Rosalind, [To the Duke. You say, if I bring in your You will bestow her on Orlando here? Duke S. That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her.

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 illfavoured 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. [sententious. Duke S. By my faith, he is very swift and Touch. According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such dulcet diseases.

Jag. But, for the seventh cause; how did you find the quarrel on the seventh cause?

Ros. [To Orlando.] And you say, you will have her when I bring her? [king. Orl. That would I, were 1 of all kingdoms Ros. [To Phebe.] You say, you'll marry me, if I be willing? [after. Phe. That will I, should I die the hour Ros. But if you do refuse to marry me, Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed :You'll give yourself to this most faithful bear your body more seeming, Audrey :-as Phe. So is the bargain. [shepherd? thus, sir. I did dislike the cut of a certain Ros. [To Silvius.] You say, that you'll have courtier's beard: he sent me word, if I said his beard was not cut well, he was in the Sil. Though to have her and death were mind it was: this is called the Retort courtboth one thing. [ter even. eous. If I sent him word again, it was not Ros. I have promis'd to make all this mat- well cut, he would send me word, he cut it to Keep you your word, O duke, to give your please himself: this is called the Quip modest. daughter;If again, it was not well cut, he disabled my You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter :-judgment: this is called the Reply churlish. Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me, If again, it was not well cut, he would answer, Or else, refusing me, to wed this shepherd :-I spake not true: this is called the Reproof Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her, I valiant. If again, it was not well cut, he

Phebe, if she will?

would say, I lie: this is called 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 farther than the Lie circumstantial, nor he durst not give me the Lie direct; and so we measured swords, and parted. [degrees of the lie? Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the 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."

Jag. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord?
he's as good at anything, and yet a fool.
Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalking-
borse, and under the presentation of that, he
shoots his wit.

Still music. Enter Hymen, leading Rosa-
lind in woman's clothes: and Celia.
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 hither, [his,
That thou might'st join her hand with
Whose heart within her bosom is.

Ros. [To Duke S.] To you I give myself,
for I am yours.-
[yours.
[To Orlando.] To you I give myself, for I am
Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are
my daughter.

Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my Phe. If sight and shape be true, [Rosalind. Why then, my love adieu!

Ros. [To Duke S.] I'll have no father, if you be not he:

Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.
Enter Jaques de Bois.

I

Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a
word or two;

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 banish'd 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 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
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,

[not he-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.-

[To Orlando.] I'll have no husband, if you be [To Phebe.] Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be

not she.

Play, music!-and you, brides and bridegrooms all,

[fall.

faith doth merit :

[To Oliver.] You to your land, and love, and great allies:

[To Silvius.] You to a long and well deserved [To Touchstone.] And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage

[To Duke S.] You to your former honour I epilogue; but it is no more unhandsome, than bequeath; [it :- -to see the lord the prologue. If it be true that Your patience, and your virtue, well deserve good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good [To Orlando.] You to a love, that your true 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 [bed 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 pleasures: like a beggar, therefore to beg will not become Is but for two months victual'd.-So, to your me my way is, to conjure you and I'll begin I am for other than for dancing measures. with the women. I charge you, O women, Duke S. Stay, Jaques, stay. for the love you hear to men, to like as much of this play as please you and 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 [Exeunt.

Jaq. To see no pastime, I-what you would have,

I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave.

[Exit. Duke S. Proceed, proceed: we will begin these rites,

As we do trust they'll end, in true delights,

EPILOGUE.

Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the court'sy, bid me farewell.

Baptista, a rich Gentleman of Padua.
Vincentio, an old Gentleman of Pisa.
Lucentio, son to Vincentio; in love with Bianca.
Petruchio, a Gentleman of Verona; suitor to
Katharina.
Gremio,

Hortensio,

suitors to Bianca.

servants to Lucentio.

servants to Petruchio.

Pedant, set up to personate Vincentio.

Katharina, the Shrew, daughters to Baptista.
Bianca,
Widow.

Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants attending
on Baptista and Petruchio.

SCENE, Sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country.

INDUCTION.

SCENE I.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath.
Enter Hostess and Sly.

Sly. I'll pheese you, in faith.
Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue !

Sly. Y'are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris; let the world slide: Sessa!

Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have burst?

Sly. No, not a denier. Go by, Saint Jeronimy, Go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. Host. I know my remedy: I must go fetch the thirdborough. [Exit. Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll

Trust me, I take him for the better dog.
Lord. Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet,
I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
But sup them well, and look unto them all :
To-morrow I intend to hunt again.

1 Hun. I will, my lord.

Lord. [Sees Sly. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, doth he breathe?

2 Hun. He breathes, my lord: were he not
warm'd with ale,

This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly.
Lord. O monstrous beast! how like a swine
he lies!
[image!
Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.-
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his
fingers,

Re-enter Servant.
How now! who is it?
Serv.
An it please your honour,
Players that offer service to your lordship.
Lord. Bid them come near.
Enter Players.

Now, fellows, you are welcome.
Players. We thank your honour.
Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-
night?
[our duty.
2 Play. So please your lordship to accept
Lord. With all my heart.-This fellow I
remember,

Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son:
'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so
well:

I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part
Was aptly fitted and naturally perform'd.

1 Play. I think 'twas Soto that your honour

means.

A most delicious banquet by his bed, And brave attendants near him when he wakes, [lent.Would not the beggar then forget himself? Lord. 'Tis very true: thou didst it excel1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot Well, you are come to me in happy time; choose. [when he wak'd. The rather for I have some sport in hand, 2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him Wherein your cunning can assist me much. Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worth-There is a lord will hear you play to-night : But I am doubtful of your modesties; Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour, (For yet his honour never heard a play,) pic-You break into some merry passion, And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs, If you should smile, he grows impatient. i Play. Fear not, my lord: we can contain ourselves,

less fancy.
Then take him up, and manage well the jest:
Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,
And hang it round with all my wanton

tures:

Balm his foul head in warm distilled waters,
And burn sweet wood to make the lodging
sweet:

Procure me music ready when he wakes,
To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;
And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
And, with a low submissive reverence,
Say, What is it your honour will command?
Let one attend him with a silver basin
Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers;
Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,
And say, -Will't please your lordship cool
your hands.

Some one be ready with a costly suit,
And ask him what apparel he will wear;
Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
And that his lady mourns at his disease:
Persuade him that he hath been lunatic;
And, when he says he is-say that he dreams,
For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs :
It will be pastime passing excellent,
If it be husbanded with modesty.

1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we will
play our part,

Were he the veriest antick in the world.

Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, And give them friendly welcome every one; Let them want nothing that my house affords.[Exeunt Servant and Players. |[To a Servant.] Širrah, go you to Bartholomew

my page,

And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady:
That done, conduct him to the drunkard's
chamber;

And call him madam, do him obeisance.
Tell him from me, (as he will win my love,)
He bear himself with honourable action,
Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies
Unto their lords, by them accomplished:
Such duty to the drunkard let him do,
With soft low tongue and lowly courtesy:
And say,-What is't your honour will com-
mand,

Wherein your lady and your humble wife
May show her duty, and make known her love?
And then,-with kind embracements, tempt-
ing kisses,

As he shall think, by our true diligence,
He is no less than what we say he is. [him; And with declining head into his bosom,
Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd
And each one to his office when he wakes. To see her noble lord restor❜d to health,
[Sly is borne out. A trumpet sounds. Who for this seven years hath esteemed him
Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds; No better than a poor and loathsome beggar:
[Exit Servant. And if the boy have not a woman's gift
Belike, some noble gentleman, that means, To rain a shower of commanded tears,
Travelling some journey, to repose him here. An onion will do well for such a shift;

Which, in a napkin being close convey'd,
Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.
See this despatch'd with all the haste thou
Anon I'll give thee more instructions. [canst :
[Exit Servant.
I know the boy will well usurp the grace,
Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman:
I long to hear him call the drunkard husband;
And how my men will stay themselves from
laughter,

When they do homage to this simple peasant.
I'll in to counsel them; haply my presence
May well abate the over-merry spleen,
Which otherwise would grow into extremes.
[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-A bedchamber in the Lord's
House.

Sly is discovered in a rich night-gown, with
Attendants: some with apparel, others with
basin, ewer, and appurtenances. Enter
Lord, dressed like a servant.

small ale.

Sly. [Waking.] For God's sake, a pot of [cup of sack? 1 Serv. Will't please your lordship drink a 2 Serv. Will't please your honour taste of these conserves?

Above the morning lark: or wilt thou hunt?
Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them,
And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.
1 Serv. Say thou wilt course; thy grey-
hounds are as swift

As breathed stags, ay, fleeter than the roe.
2 Serv. Dost thou love pictures? we will
fetch thee straight

Adonis painted by a running brook,
And Cytherea all in sedges hid,
Which seem to move and wanton with her
breath,

Even as the waving sedges play with wind.
Lord. We'll show thee lo as she was a maid,
And how she was beguiled and surpris'd,
[to-day? As lively painted as the deed was done.

3 Serv. What raiment will your honour wear Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me honour, nor lordship: I ne'er drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef: ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear; for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet: nay, sometime more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather. [honour! Lord. Heaven cease this idle humour in your O, that a mighty man, of such descent, Of such possessions, and so high esteem, Should be infused with so foul a spirit!

3 Serv. Or Daphne roaming through a
thorny wood,
[bleeds;
Scratching her legs, that one shall swear she
And at that sight shall sad Apollo weep,
So workmanly the blood and tears are drawn.
Lord. Thou art a lord, and nothing but a
Thou hast a lady far more beautiful [lord:
Than any woman in this waning age.
1 Serv. And, till the tears that she hath
shed for thee,

Like envious floods, o'er-ran her lovely face,
She was the fairest creature in the world;
And yet she is inferior to none.

Sly. Am I a lord? and have I such a lady? Sly. What would you make me mad? Or do I dream, or have I dream'd till now? Am not I Christopher Sly, old Sly's son, of I do not sleep: I see, I hear, I speak; Burton-heath; by birth a pedlar, by education I smell sweet savours; and I feel soft things :a card-maker, by transmutation a bear-herd, Upon my life, I am a lord, indeed; and now by present profession a tinker? Ask And not a tinker, nor Christophero Sly. Marian Hacket, the fat ale-wife of Wincot, if Well, bring our lady hither to our sight; she know me not: if she say I am not four- And once again, a pot o' the smallest ale. teen pence on the score for sheer ale, score me 2 Serv. Will't please your mightiness to wash up for the lyingest knave in Christendom. your hands? What! I am not bestraught: here's—

mourn.

1 Serv. O, this it is that makes your lady
[ants droop.
2 Serv. O, this it is that makes your serv-
Lord. Hence comes it that your kindred
shun your house,

As beaten hence by your strange lunacy.
O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth;
Call home thy ancient thoughts from banish-|

ment,

And banish hence these abject lowly dreams.
Look how thy servants do attend on thee,
Each in his office ready at thy beck.
Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays,

[Servants present a ewer, basin, and napkin.
O, how we joy to see your wit restor'd!
O, that once more you knew but what you are!
These fifteen years you have been in a dream ;
Or, when you wak'd, so wak'd as if you slept.
Sly. These fifteen years! by my fay, a

goodly nap.

But did I never speak of all that time?

I Serv. O, yes, my lord; but very idle

words:

For though you lay here in this goodly chamber,
Yet would you say, ye were beaten out of door;
And rail upon the hostess of the house;
And say, you would present her at the leet,