I will bid the duke to the nuptial. But, O, how married to-morrow;-I will satisfy yon, [To bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through Orlando] if ever I satisfied man, and you shall another man's eyes! By so much the more shall be married to-morrow;-I will content you, I to-morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, [To Silvius] if what pleases you contents you, y how much I shall think my brother happy, and you shall be married to-morrow.-As you 'n having what he wishes for. [To Orlando] love Rosalind, meet;-as you To Silvius] love Phebe, meet:-And as I love no woman, I'll meet-So, fare you well; I have left you commands. Sil. I'll not fail, if I live. Phe. Orl.

Ros. Why then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for Rosalind?

Orl. I can live no longer by thinking. Ros. I will weary you no longer then with idle talking. Know of me then, (for now I speak to some purpose,) that I know you are a gentleman of good conceit: I speak not this, that you should bear a good opinion of my knowledge, insomuch, I say, I know you are; neither do I labour for a greater esteem than may in some little measure draw a belief from you, to do yourself good, and not to grace me. Believe then, if you please, that I can do strange things: I have, since I was three years old, conversed with a magician, most profound in this art, and yet not damnable. If you do love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena, shall you marry her: I know into what straits of fortune she is driven; and it is not impossible to me, if it appear not inconvenient to you, to set her before your eyes to-morrow; human as she is, and without any danger.

Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings? Ros. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though I say I am a magician: Therefore put you in your best array, bid your friends; for if you will be married to-morrow, you shall; and to Rosalind, if you will.

Enter Silvius and Phebe.

Look, here comes a lover of mine, and a lover of hers.

Phe. Youth, you have done me much ungentleness,

To show the letter that I writ to you.

Ros. I care not, if I have: it is my study,
To seem despiteful and ungentle to you:
You are there follow'd by a faithful shepherd;
Look upon him, love him; he worships you.
Phe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what 'tis

to love.

Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears;

And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymede.

Orl. And I for Rosalind.

Ros. And I for no woman.

SCENE III.

Nor 1.

Nor I.
[Exeunt

The same.

This carol they began that hour,

Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service; How that a life was but a flower

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganymede.

Orl. And I for Rosalind.

Ros. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy,

All made of passion, and all made of wishes;
All adoration, duty, and observance,
All humbleness, all patience, and impatience,
All purity, all trial, all obeisance ;-
And so am I for Phebe.

Phe. And so am I for Ganymede.
Orl. And so am I for Rosalind.
Ros. And so am I for no woman.
Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to love
you?
[To Rosalind.
Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love
you ?
[To Phebe.
Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to love
you?

Ros. Who do you speak to, why blame you me
to love you?

In spring time, &c.

Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no greater matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untunable.

1 Page. You are deceiv'd, 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 with 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."

Duke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy Can do all this that he hath promised? Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not:

Orl. To her that is not here; nor doth not hear. Ros Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the nowling of Irish wolves against the moon.-I will help you, To Silvius] if I can.-1 would love you, To Phebe] if I could.-To-morrow, meet me all together.-I will marry you, [To Phebe if ever I marry woman, and I'll be As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.

Enter Rosalind, Silvius, and Phebe. Ros. Patience once more, whiles our compact is urg'd :

You say, if I bring in your Rosalind,

[To the Duke.
You will bestow her on Orlando here?
Duke S. That would I, had I kingdoms to
give with her.

Ros. And you say, you will have her, when
I bring her 3
[To Orlando.
Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms
king.

Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be wil-
ling?
[To Phebe.
Phe. That will I, should I die the hour after.
Ros. But if you do refuse to marry me,
You'll give yourself to this most faithful shep-
herd ?

Keep you your word, O duke, to give your
daughter;-

You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter :-
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.

[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.

Enter Touchstone and Audrey.

Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed :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 1 sent him word again, it was not well cut, he would send me word, he cut it to please himself: 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 call'd the Reproof valiant. If again, it was not well cut, he 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 further than the Lie circumstantial, nor he durst not give me the Lie direct; and so we measured 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: 1 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 peacemaker; 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 stalkinghorse, and under the presentation of that, he shoots his wit.

clothes; and Celia.

Jaq. There is, sure, another food toward, and Enter Hymen, leading Rosalind in woman's these couples are coming to the ark! Here comes a pair of very strange beast, which in all tongues are called fools.

Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all! Jag. 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 flattered a lady; 1 have been politick with my friend, smooth with mine enemy; 1 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.

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 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 poorhouse; 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?

Hym.

Still Musick.

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.

Ros. To y I give myself, for I am yours :[To Duke S. To you I give myself, for I am yours. [To Orlando Duke S. If there betruth in sight, you are my daughter.

Orl. If there be truth in sight you are my

Rosalind.

Phe. If sight and shape be te,
Why then,-my love, adieu!
Ros. I'll have no father, if you

not he:To Duke S.

I'll have no husband, if you be not he

Totando

Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she

[To Ph

Hym. Peace, ho! I bar confusion:
'Tis I must make conclusion
Of these most strange events:
Here's eight that must take hands,
To join in Hymen's bands,
If truth holds true contents.

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

King of France.

Duke of Florence.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

BERTRAM, Count of Rousillon.
LAFEU, an old Lord.

PAROLLES, a follower of Bertram,
Several young French Lords, that serve with
Bertram in the Florentine war.
Steward, Servants to the Countess of Rou-
Clown, S sillon.
A Page.

Countess of Rousillon, Mother to Bertram.
HELENA, a Gentlewoman, protected by the
Countess.

An old Widow of Florence.

DIANA, Daughter to the Widow.
VIOLENTA, Neighbours and Friends to the
MARIANA, Widow.

Lords, attending on the King; Officers, Soldiers,
&c. French and Florentine.

SCENE-partly in France, and partly in Tuscany.

A Room in the Countess's Palace. Enter Bertram, the Countess of Rousillon, Helena, and Lafeu, in mourning.

Count. In delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband.

Ber. And 1, in going, madam, weep o'er my father's death anew: but I must attend his majesty's command, to whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection.

Laf. You shall find of the king a husband, madam-you, sir, a father: He that so generally is at all times good, must of necessity hold his virtue to you; whose worthiness would stir it up where it wanted, rather than lack it where there is such abundance.

Count. What hope is there of his majesty's amendment?

Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; under whose practices he hath persecuted time with hope; and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by

time.

Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it too.

Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living. Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal.

Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
Laf. How understand we that?"
Count. Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed
thy father

few,

In manners, as in shape! thy blood, and virtue,
Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness
Share with thy birth-right! Love all, trust a
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more
will,

Count. This young gentlewoman had a father
(0, that had! how sad a passage is!) whose
skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it
stretched so far, would have made natte im-
mortal, and death should have play for lack of Fall on thy head! Farewell.-My lord,
work. Would, for the king's sake, he were 'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord,
living! I think it would be the death of the Advise him.
king's disease.
Laf. How called you the man you speak of,
madam ?

That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck down,

Count. He was famons, sir, in his profession, and it was his great right to be so: Gerard de

Narbon.

Laf. He was excellent, indeed, madam; the king very lately spoke of hiin, admiringly, and mourningly: he was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality.

Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?

Laf. A fistula, my lord.

Ber. I heard not of it before.

am.

Laf.
He cannot want the best
That shall attend his love.
Count. Heaven bless him !-Farewell, Ber.
[Exit Countess.
Ber. The best wishes, that can be forged in
your thoughts [To Helena. ] be servants to you!
Be comfortle to my mother, your mistress,
and make mud of her.

Laf. Farewelt, pretty lady: You must hold the credit of your ther.

[unt Bertram and Lafeu. Hel. O, were that all I think not on my fa

ther;

And these great tears gre his remembrance

more

Laf. I would, it were not notorious.-Was Than those I shed for him. Wat was he like? this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de I have forgot him my imaginati Narbon. Carries no favour in it but Bertram Count. His sole child, my lord; and bequeath-I am undone; there is no living, none, ed to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her If Bertram be away. It were all one, good, that her education promises: her disposi-That I should love a bright particular star tions she inherits, which make fair gifts fairer ; And think to wed it, he is so above me: for where an unclean mind carries virtuous quali- In his bright radiance and collateral light ties, there commendations go with pity, they are Must I be comforted, not in his sphere. virtues and traitors too; in her they are the better The ambition in my love thus plagues itself: for their simpleness; she derives her honesty, and The hind, that would be mated by the lion, achieves her goodness. Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague

To see him every hour; to sit and draw
His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls,
In our heart's table; heart, too capable
Of every line and trick of his sweet favour:
But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy
Must sanctify his relicks. Who comes here?
Enter Parolles.

One that goes with him: I love him for his sake;
And yet I know him a notorious liar,
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward;
Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,
That they take place, when virtue's steely bones
Look bleak in the cold wind: withal full oft we see
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
Par. Save you, fair queen.
Hel. And you, monarch.

Par. No.

Hel. And no.

Par. Are you meditating on virginity? Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you: let me ask you a question: Man is enemy to virginity; how may we barricado it against him?

Par. Keep him out.

Hel. But he assails; and our virginity, though valiant in the defence, yet is weak: unfold to: us some warlike resistance.

Par. There is none; man, sitting down before you, will undermine you, and blow you up. Hel. Bless our poor virginity from underminers, and blowers up!-Is there no military policy, how virgins might blow up men? Par. Virginity, being blown down, man will quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with the breach yourselves made, you lose your city. It is not politick in the commonwealth of nature, to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase; and there was never virgin got, till virginity was first lost. That, you were made of, is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, it is ever lost: 'tis too cold a companion; away with it.

A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
His humble ambition, proud humility,
His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet,
His faith, his sweet disaster: with a world
Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms,
That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he
I know not what he shall:-God send him
well!-

The court's a learning-place;-and he is one-→→→→
Par. What one, i' faith?

Hel. That I wish well.-'Tis pity-
Par. What's pity?

Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't,
Which might be felt that we, the poorer born.
Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,
Might with effects of them follow our friends,
And show what we alone must think; which

Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for [Exit Page. Par. Little Helen, farewell: if I can remember thee, I will think of thee at court. Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable star.

Par. Under Mars, I.

Hel. I especially think, under Mars.
Par. Why under Mars?

Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that
you must needs be born under Mars.
Par. When he was predominant.
Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather.
Par. Why think you so?
Hel. You go so much backward, when you
fight.

Par. That's for advantage.

Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes the safety; But the composition, that your va lour and fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well.

Par. I am so full of business, I cannot anHel. I will stand for't a little, though there-swer thee acutely: I will return perfect courfore I die a virgin.

[Erit.

tier; in the which, my instruction shall serve Par. There's little can be said in't; 'tis against to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be capable of a the rule of nature. To speak on the part of vir- courtier's counsel, and understand what advice ginity, is to accuse your mothers; which is most shall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in thine Infallible disobedience. He that hangs himself unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee is a virgin virginity murders itself; and should away farewell. When thou hast leisure, say be buried in highways, out of all sanctified limit, thy prayers; when thou hast none, remember as a desperate offendress against nature. Virgi-thy friends: get thee a good husband, and use nity breeds mites, much like a cheese; consumes him as he uses thee: so farewell. itself to the very paring, and so dies with feed Hel. Cur remedies oft in ourselves do lie, ing his own stomach. Besides, virginity is pre- Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky vish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull most inhibited sin in the canon. Keep not: Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. you cannot choose but lose by't: Ou with't; What power is it which mounts my love so high; within ten years it will make itself en, which That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye is a goodly increase, and the principal itself not The mightiest space in fortune nature brings much the worse: Away with't. To join like likes, and kiss like native things. Impossible be strange attempts, to those That weigh their pains in sense; and do suppose, What hath been cannot be: Who ever strove To show her merit, that did miss her love? The king's disease-my project may deceive me, But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave me.

Hel. How might one do, sir. to lose it to her own liking?

Par. Let me see: Marr, ill, to like him that ne'er it likes. "Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with lying; the unger kept, the less worth: off with't, while 'tir vendible: answer the time of request. Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable; ju like the brooch and toothpick, which we not now: Your date is better in your pie nd your porridge, than in your cheek: Andur virginity, your old virginity, is like one our French wither'd pears; it looks ill, itats dryly; marry, 'tis a wither'd pear; it was formerly better; marry, yet, 'tis a wither'd pear: Will you any thing with it?

Hel. Not my virginity yet.

There shall your master have a thousand loves,
A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,
A phoenix, captain, and an enemy,

[Exit.