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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 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: 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.

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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 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 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 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,

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,
life.

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,
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.

[At the end of the Song, HYMEN leads forward RasaLIND in woman's clothes :—she is followed by CELIA, in her own dress,-and HYMEN leads away the Cur pids 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 :
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 rustick revelry:-

Play, musick;—and you brides and bridegrooms all,
With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures 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.

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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 bequeathe;

[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,

1

EPILOGUE.

Ros. Ir 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 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 pleases 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 among you, I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleas'd me, and complexions that lik'd me: and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, will, for my kind offer, when I make curt'sy, bid me farewell.

[Exeunt.

THE END.

ERRATUM.

Page 16, line 20, for one of suits, read, one out of suits.

Printed by S. Gosnell, Little Queen Street, London.

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