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Enter Rosalind, Silvius, ond Phebe. Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed :

Bear your body more seeming, Audrey : -as Ros. Patience once more, whiles our compact thus, sir, I did dislike the cut of a neruiin cour is urg'd :

tier's heard : he sent me word, if I suid his You say, I I bring in your Rosalind,

beard was not ent well, he was in the ruind it

170 the Duke. was: 'This is called the Retort courteous Yon will bestow her on Orlando here? sent hien word again, it was not well cut, he Duke s! That would I, had I kingdoms to would send me word, he ent it to please him. give with her.

self: This is called the Quip modest. If ingain, Ros. And you say, you will have her, when it was not well csit, he disabled my jud, menu I bring her ?

| To Orlando. This is called the Reply churlih.' fi agill, it Orl. That would l, were 1 of all kingdoms was not well ent, he would answer, I sprake not king.

true: This is call'd the Reproof valiant. It again, Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be wil. it was not well cut, he would say, I lie : This ling 2

| To Phebe. is called the Countercherk quarrelsome: and so Phe. That will I, should I die the hour after. to the Lie circumstantial, and the Lic direct. Ros. But if you do refuse to marry me, Jay And how oft did you say, his bed was You'll give yourself to this most faithful shep, not well cut ? herd ?

Touch. I durst go no further than the Lie cir. Phe. Su is the bargain.

cumstantial, por he dursi not give me the Lie Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she direct, and so we measured swords, and puried.

[To Silvius. Jar. 'Can you nominate in order uow the Sil Thongh to have her and death were both degrees of the lie? one thing.

Touch. O, sir, we quarrel in print, by the Ros. I have promis'd to make all this matter book; as you have books for good manners: 1

will barne you the degrees. The first, the ReKeep yon your word, o duke, to give your tort courteous; the second, the Qrip modest ; daughter;

the third, the Reply churlish; the footli, the You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter :- Reproof valiant; the fifth, the Commercheck Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me : quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with clieninOr else, retiising me, to wed this shepherd :- stance; the seventh, the Lie direct All these Keep your word, Silvius, that yo'll inurry her, you may avoid, but the lie direct; and you If she reftise me - and froin hence I go, may avoid that 100, with an If. I kuew when To make these doubts all even.

seven jns.ices could not take np ? qnarrel; but 1 Eseunt osalind and Celia. when the parties were met themselves, ne of Duke S. I do reinember in this stepherd-boy them thulight buit of an !!, its. If you said so, Sone lively touches of my daughter's favour. then I said so; and they shook hands, and OL My lord, the first time that ever saw him, swore brothers. Your is the only peaceMethought he was a brother to your daughter; maker; much virtue in // Buit, my goud lord, this boy is forest-buru; Jaq. Is 11o this a rare fellow, my lord 7 he's And hain been tutor'd in the rutinents

as good at any thing, and yet a fool. of many desperate studies by his uncle,

Duke 8. He uses his folly like stalkingWhom he reports to be a great magician, horse, and under the presentation of that, he Obscured in the circle of this forest.

shoots his wit. Enter Touchstone and Audrey. Jaq. There is, sure, another flood toward, and Enter Hymen, lending Rosalind in woman's these couples are coming to the ark! Here

clothes ; and Celia. comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in

Sull Musick.
all tongues are called fools.
Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all!
Jay. Good my lord, bid him welcome : This Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven,

When earthly things made even, is the motley-mindel gentleman, that I have so

Atone together. often met in the forest : he hath been a courtier,

Good duke, receive thy daughter, he swear's.

Hymen from heaven brought her, Touch. If any man dombt that, let him put

Yea, bronght her hither ; me to iny purgation. I have trod a meastire ;

That thou mighi'st join her hand with I have fatteredt a lady, I have been politick

his with iny friend, smooth with mine enemy; I Whose heart within her bosom is. have madone thiree tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought one.

Ros. To you I give myself, for I ain yours :Jar. And how was thit ta'en up?

(To Duke 8. Touch. Faith, we met, and found the quarrel To you I give myself, for I am yours. was upon the seventh calise.

[ To Orlando Jar. How seventh cause ?--Good my lord, Duke S. If there be truth in sighi, you are my like this fellow.

daughter. Duke 8. I like him very well.

Orl. If there be truth in sight you are my Touch God'ild you, sir; I desire you of the Rostlind. like. I press in here, sir, amongst the rest of Phe. If sight and shape be true, the country copulatives, lo swear, and to for. Why then,-niy love, adieu ! swear; according as marriage binds, and blood Ros. I'll have no father, if you be not he: breaks :- A poor virgin, sir, an ill-favoured

[To Duke s. thing, sir, hut mine own; a poor humour of "'ll have no husband, if you be not he: mine, sir, to take that thai no man else will:

| To Orlando Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor- Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she :house ; as your pearl, in your foul oyster..

(To Pheba Duke s. By my faith, he is very swift and Hym. Peace, ho! I bar confusion: sententious.

'1is I must make conclusion Touch. According to the fool's bolt, sir, and

Of these most strange events: such dulcet diseases.

Here's eight that must take hands, Jaq. But, for the seventh cause ; how did you To join in Hymen's bands, find the quarrel on the seventh cause ?

If truth holds true contents

You and you no cross shall part: Play, musick ;-and you, brides and bridegrooms

[To Orlando and Rosalind. all, You and you are heart in heart :- With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures

(To Oliver and Celia. fall. You [To Phebe) to his love must accord, Jaq. Sir, by your patience; If I heard you Or have a woman to your lord :

rightly You and you are sure together,

The duke hath put on a religious life,
[To Touchstone and Audrey. And thrown into neglect the pompous court?
As the winter to foul weather.

Jaq. de B. He hath.
Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing,

Jaq. To him will 1: out of these convertites
Feed yourselves with questioning;

There is much matter to be heard and learn'd.
That reason wonder may diminish, You to your former honour l bequeath:
How thus we met, and these things finish.

[To Duke S. Your patience and your virtue well deserve it :SONG.

You (To Orlando) to a love, that your true faith Wedding is great Juno's crown;

doth merit: O blessed bond of board and bed! You [To Oliver) to your land, and love, and 'Tis Hymen peoples every town;

great allies High wedlock then be honoured: You [To Silvius] to a long and well deserved Honour, high honour and renown,

bed: To Hymen, god of every town! And you (To Touchstone) to wrangling; for thy Drike S. O my dear niece, welcome thou art Is but for two months victual'd :-So to your

loving voyage to me: Even daughter, welcome in no less degree.

pleasures; Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art I am for other than for dancing measures. mine;

Duke S. Stay, Jagnes, stay. Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine. Jag. To see no pastime, 1:-what you would

(To Silvius.


I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. (Erit. Enter Jaques de Bois.

Duke S. Proceed, proceed: we will begin these Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a word rites, or two;

And we do trust they'll end in true delights. I am the second son of old Sir Rowland,

(A dance. That bring these tidings to this fair assembly :

EPILOGUE. Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day Men of great worth resorted to this forest, Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the Address'd a mighty power! which were on foot, epilogue : b:t it is no more unhandsome, than to In his own conduct, purposely to take

see the lord the prologue. If it be true, that good His brother here, and put him to the sword: wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play And to the skirts of this wild wood he came; needs no

pilogue: Yet to good wine they do Where, meeting with an old religious man, use good bushes; and good plays prove the After some question with him, was converted better by the help of good epilogues.' What a Both from his enterprise, and from the world: case am I in then, that am neither a good epiHis crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother, logue, nor cannot insinuate with you in the And all their lands restor'd to them again behalf of a good play? I am not furnished like That were with him exil'à: This to be true, a beggar, therefore to beg will not become me: 1 do engage my life.

my way is, to conjure you ; and I'll begin with Duke s

Welcome, young man; the women. I charge you, O women, for the Thou offer’st fairly to thy brothers' wedding: love you bear to men, to like as much of this To one, his lands withheld; and to the other, play as please you : and I charge you, O inen, A land itself at large, a potent dukedom. for the love you bear to women, (as I perceive, First, in this forest, let us do those ends

by your simpering, none of you hate them,) That here were well begun, and well begot: that between you and the women the play may And after, every of this happy number, please. If I were a woman, I would kiss as That have endur'd shrewd days and nights many of you as had beards that pleased me,

complexions that liked me, and breaths that 1 Shall share the good of our returned fortune, defied not: and I am sure, as many as have According to the measure of their states. good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, Meantime, forget this new-fall'n dignity will, for my kind offer, when I make curt'sy, nd fall into our rustick revelry'..

bid ine farewell.


with us,



Countess of Rousillon, Mother to Bertram. Duke of Florence.

HELENA, a Gentlewoman, protected by the BERTRAM, Count of Rousillon.

Countess. LAFEU, an old Lord.

An old Widow of Florence.
PAROLLES, a follower of Bertram. DIANA, Daughter to the Widow.
Several young French Lords, that serve with VIOLENTA, Neighbours and Friends to the
Bertram in the Florentine war.

Steward, Servants to the Countess of Rou-
Clown, sillon

Lords, attending on the King; Officers, Soldiers, A Page

&c. French and Florentine. SCENE-partly in France, and partly in Tuscany.



Laf. Your commendations, madam, get from SCENE I. Rousillon

her tears.

Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season A Room in the Countess's Palace. her praise in. The remembrance of her father

never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of Enter Bertram, the Countess of Rousillon, her sorrows takes all livelihood from her check. Helena, and Lafeu, in mourning.

No more of this, Helena, go to, no more ; lest it Count In delivering my son from me, I bury be rather thought you affect a sorrow, than to a second husband.

have. Ber. And I, in going, madam, weep. o'er my

Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have father's death anew : but I must attend his mait too. jesty's command, to whom I am now in ward, Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the evermore in subjection.

dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living. Laf. You shall find of the king a husband, Count. If the living be enemy to the griet, the madam ;-you, sir, a father: He that so ge excess makes it soon mortal. nerally is at all times good, must of necessity

Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes. hold his virtue to you; whose worthiness would Laf. How understand we that?' stir it up where it wanted, rather than lack it

Count. Be thou est, Bertram! and succeed where there is such abundance.

thy father Count. What hope is there of his majesty's In manners, as in shape! thy blood, and virtue, amendment ?

Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, ma- Share with thy birth-right! Love all, trust a dam; under whose practices he hath persecuted time with hope ; and finds no other advantage Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy in the process but only the losing of hope by Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend time.

Under thy own life's key : be check'd for silence, Count. This young gentlewoman had a father But never tax'd for speech. What hea ven more (0. that had! how sad a passage 'tis !) whose

will, skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck stretched so far, would have made nature im

down, 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. He cannot want the best Laf. How called you the man you speak of, That shall attend his love. madam?

Count. Heaven bless him Farewell, Ber. Count. He was famons, sir, in his profession, tram.

(Erit Countess. and it was his great right to be so: Gerard de Ber. The best wishes, that can be forged in

your thoughts (To fielena.) be servants to you! Laf. He was excellent, indeed, madam; the Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, king very lately spoke of hin, admiringly, and and make much of her. mourningly: he was skilful enough to have livid Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold still, if knowledge could be set up against mor- the credit of your father.

(Exeunt Bertram and Lafen. Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king lan- Hel. O, were thai all !— I think not on my faguishes of ? Laf. A fistula, my lord.

And these great tears grace his remembrance Ber. I heard not of it before. Laf. I would, it were not notorious.-Was Than those I shed for him. What was he like? this gentlewonian the daughter of Gerard de I have forgot him : my imagination Narbon.

Carries no favour in it but Bertram's. 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 ries, there commendations go with pity, they are Must I be comforted, not in his sphere. virtues and traitors 100; 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



ther ;


To see him every hour ; to sit and draw A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
His arched brows, his hawking eye, his curls, A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
In our heart's table; heart, too capable His humule ambiciun, proud humility
or every line and trick of his sweet savour: His jarring, cuncord, and his discord dulcet,
But now he's gone, and nuy idola:rous fancy His faith, his sweet disaster: with a world
Must sanctify his relicks. Who conies here? of pretty, fond, adoptions christendons,

That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he---
Enter Parolles.

I know not what he shall :-God send him
One that goes with him: I love him for his sake; well! -
And yet I know him a notorious liar,

The court's a learning-place ;--and he is one
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward ; Par. What one, i' faith?
Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,

Hel. That I wish well. --'Tis pity-
That they take place, when virtue's steely bones Par. What's pity ?
Look bleak in the cold wind: withal full oft we see Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't,
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly, Which might be felt that we, the poorer born
Par. Save you, fair queen.

Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,
Hel. And you, monarch.

Might with effects of them follow our friends, Par. No.

And show what we alone must think ; which Hel. And no.

never Par. Are you meditating on virginity? Returns us thanks. Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in yon : let me ask yon a question : Man is enemy

Enter a Page. to virginity ; how may we barricado it against Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for him?


[Exit Page. Par. Keep him out.

Par. Little Helen, farewell: if I can rememHel. But he assails; and our virginity, though ber thee, I will think of thee at court valiant in the defence, yet is weak : unfold to Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under us soine warlike resistance.

a charitable star. Par. There is none; man, sitting down before Par. Under Mars, I. you, will aundermine you, and blow you up. Hel. I especially think, under Mars. Hel. Bless our poor virginity from inder- Par. Why under Mars ? miners, and blowers up!-Is there no military Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that policy, how virgins might blow up men ?

you must needs be born under Mars. Par. Virginity, being blown down, man will Par. When he was predominant. quick lier le blown up: marry, in blowing hin Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather. down again, with the breach yourselves made, Par. Why think you so? you lose your city. It is not politick in the com- Hel. You go so much backward, when you monwealth of nature, to preserve virginity. Loss fight. of virginity is rational increase ; and there was Par. That's for advantage. never virgin got, till virginity was first lost. Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes That, you were made of, is metal to make vir- the safety ; But the composition, that your va. gins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten lour and fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good times found: by being ever kept, it is ever lost : wing, and I like the wear well. ?tis too cold a companion; away with it. 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 cour fore I die a virgin.

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 ipon 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, ont of all sanctified limit, thy prayers; when thou hast none, remember as a desperate oflendress against nature. Virgi. thy friends : get thee a good husband, and use nity breeds mites, much like a cheese ; consumnes him as he uses thee: so farewell. [Erit. itself to the very paring, and so dies with feed. Hel (ar remedies oft in ourselves do lie, ing his own stomach. Besides, virginity is pee. 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 it not: Our slow lesigns, when we ourselves are dull. you cannot choose but lose by'! : Oat with'!; Whut power is it which mounts my love so high; within len years it will make itself len, 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 bringe much the worse: Away with't.

To join like likes, and kiss like native things. Hel. How might one do, sir, to lose it to her Impossible be strange attempts, to those own liking ?

T'lat weigh their pains in sense; and do suppose, Par. Let me see: Marry, ill, to like him that What haih been cannot be: Who ever strove ne'er it likes. "Tis a commodity will lose the To show her merit, that did miss her love? gloss with lying; the longer kepr, the less worth: The king's disease-my project may deceive me, off with't, while 'tis vendible : answer the time But my intents are fix'd, and will not leave ine. of requiest. Virginity, like an old courtier, wears

her cap one of fashion; richly suited, but un-
suitable ; just like the brooch and toothpick, SCENE II. Paris. A Room in the King's
which wear not now: Your date is better in

your pie and your porridge, than in your cheek: Flourish of Cornets. Enter the King of Fırnce,
And your virginity, your old virginity, is like
One of onr French wither'd pears; it looks ill,

with Letiers ; Lords and others attending.
it eats dryly : marry, 'tis a wi her'd pear ; it King. The Florentine and Senoys are by the
was formerly better; marry, yet, 'uis a wither'd ears:
pear: Will yon any thing with it?

Have fought with equal fortune, and continue
Hel. Not my virginity yet. -

A braving war.
There shall your master have a thousand loves, I Lord. So 'tis reported, sir.
A .nother, and a mistress, and a friend, King. Nay, 'tis most credible; we here to
A pbauix, captain, and an enemy,

ceive it

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A certainty, vouchd from our cousin Austria, King. I fill a place, I know't.-How long is't.
With caution, that the Florentine will move us count,
For speedy ajd; wherein our dearest friend Since the physician at your father's died ?
Prejudicates the business, and would seem He was much fam'd.
To have us make denial.


Some six months since, my lord. 1 Lord.

His love and wisdom, King. If he were living, I would try him yet Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead Lend me an arm; the rest have worn me on For amplest credence.

With several applications:-nature and sickness King.

He hagh arm'd our answer, Debate it at their leisure. Welcome, count ; And Florence is denied before he comes :

My son's no dearer. Yet, for our gentlemen, that mean to see Ber.

Thank your majesty The Tuscan service, freely have they leave

(Eseunt. Flourish. To stand on either part. 2 Lord. It may well serve

SCENE 111. Rousillon.
A nursery to our gentry, who are sick

A Room in the Countess's Palace.
For breathing and exploit.
What's he comes here? Enter Countess, Steward, and Clown.

Count. I will now bear: wbat say you of this Enter Bertram, Lafeu, and Parolles.

gentlewoman? 1 Lord. It is the count Rousillon, my good lord, Stew. Madam, the care, have had tom even

your content, King. Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face;

lendar of my past endeavours; for then we Frank nature, rather curious than in haste, wound our modesty, and make suul the clear. Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moralness of our deservings, when of ourselves we parts

publish them. May'st thon inherit too! Welcome to Paris. Count. What does this knave here 7 Get you Ber. My thanks and duty are your majesty's. gone, sirrah: The complaints I have heard of King. I would I had thai corporal soundness you, I do not all believe; 'is my slowness, that now,

I do not : for I know, you lack not folly to comAs when thy father, and myself, io friendship

mit them, and have ability enough to make such Fast tried our suldiership! He did look far

knaveries yours. Into the service of the time, and was

Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am Discipled of the bravest : he lasted long;

a poor fellow. But on us bosh did baggish age steal on,

Count. Well, sir. And wore us out of aci. It much repairs me Clo. No, madam, 'tis not so well, that I am To talk of your good father: In his youth poor; though many of the rich are damned : He had the wit, which I can well observe But, if I may have your ladyship's good will to Today in our young lords; but they may jest, go to the world, Isbel the woman and I will do Till their own scorn return to them unnoted, as we may. Ere they can hide their levity in honour. Count. Wilt thou needs be a beggar? So like a courtier, contempt nor bitterness Clo. I do beg your good will in this case Were in his pride or sharpness : if they were, Count. In what case ? His equal had awak'd them; and his honour, Clo. In Isbel's case, and mine own. Service u Clock to itself, knew the true minute when no heritage: and, I think, I shall never have the Exception bid him speak, and, at this time, blessing of God, 'till I have issue of my body; Vis tongue obey'd his hand : who were below for, they say, bearns are blessings.

Count. Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry. lle us'd as creatures of another place;

C!o. My poor body, madam, 'requires it: 1 am And bow'd his eminent top to their low ranks, driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go, Making them proud of his humility,

that the devil drives. In their poor praise he humbled : Such a man

Count. Is this all your worship's reason ? Might be a copy to these younger times; Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, Which, follow'd well, would demonstrate them such as they are. now

Count. May the world know them? But goers backward.

Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, Ber.

His good remembrance, sir, as you and all flesh and blood are: and, indeed, Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb; I do marry, that I may repent. So in approof lives not his epitaph,

Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wick. As in your royal speech.

edness. King. 'Would, I were with him! He would Clo. I am out of friends, madam, and I hope always say,

to have friends for my wife's sake. (Methinks I hear him now; his plausive words Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. He scatter'd not in ears, but grafted them, Clo. Yon are shallow, madam; e'en great To grow there and to bear) - Let me not live, friends for the knaves come to do that for me, Thus his good melancholy oft began,

which I am aweary of. He, that ears my land, On the catastrophe and heel of pastime, spares my team, and gives me leave to inn the When it was out, let me not live, quoth he, crop: if I be his cuckold, he's my drudge: He, After my fiame lacks oil, to be the snuff that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of my of younger spirits, whose apprehensive senses Alesh and blood; he, that cherishes my flesh and AU but new things disdain; whose judgnients blood, loves my flesh and blood; he, that loves

my flesh and blood is my friend : ergo, he that Mere fathers of their garments ; whose con- kisses my wife, is my friend. If men could be stancies

contented to be what they are, there were no Espire before their fashions :- This he fear in marriage: for young Charbon the pariwish'd :

tan, and old Poysam the papist, howsoe'er their 1, after him, do after him wish too,

hearts are severed in religion, their heads are Since I nor wax, nor honey, can bring home, both one, they may joll horns together, like any I quickly were dissolved from my hive,

deer i' the herd. To give some labourers room.

Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and 2 Lord.

You are lov'd, sir ; calumnious knave? They, that least lend it you, shall lack' you clo. A prophet 1, madam; and I speak the first.

truth the next way.



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