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Duke Sen. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit. Enter Hymen, Rosalind in woman's cleaths,
Yea, brought her bither :
Rof. To you I give myself; for I am yours.
(To the Duke, To you I give myself; for I am yours.
[To Orlando Duke Sen. If there be truth in fight, you are my
daughter. Orla. If there be truth in fight, you are my Rofa.
lind. Pbe. If fight and shape be true, Why, then
love adieu !
Hym. Peace, hoa! I bar confusion : 'Tis I must make conclusion
Of these most strange events:
If truth holds true contents.
Whiles a wedlock-hymn we fing,
O blefed bond of board and bed!
High wedlock then be honoured :
To Hymen, God of every town!
Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine ; Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.
Enter Jaques de Boys.
Duke Sen. Welcome, young man :
That here were well begun, and well begot :
Jaq. Sir, by your patience : if I heard you rightly,
aq. de B. He hath,
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 bequeath, [To the Duke. Your patience and your virtue well deserve it. You to a love, that your true faith doth merit;
[To Orla. You to your land, and love, and great allies ;
[To Oli. You to a long and well deserved bed ; [To Silu. And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage
[To the Clown Is but for two months victual'd: fo to your pleasures : I am for other than for dancing measures.
Duke Sen. Stay, Jaques, ftay.
Jaq. To fee no paftime, I: what you would have, I'll stay to know at your abandon's Cave. [Exit. Duke Sen. Proceed, proceed; we will begin these
rites; As, we do trust they'll end, in true delights.
Rof. It is not the fashion to see the lady the Epilogue ; but it is no more unhandsome, than to see the lord the Prologue. If 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 bulhes; 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 can infinuate with you in the behalf of a good Play? I am not furnith'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 you : and I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women, (as I perceive by your fimpring, 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 pleas'd me, complexions that lik'd me, and breaths that I defy'd not: and, I am fure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, will for my kind offer, when I make curt'fie, bid me farewel.