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Phe. And I for Ganimed.

Orla. And I for Rosalind.

Rof. And I for no Woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of Fantafies

All made of Paffion, and all made of Wishes.
All Adoration, Duty and Obfervance,
All Humbleness, all Patience, and Impatience,
All Purity, all Trial, all Obfervance;

And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And fo am I for Ganimed.

Orla. And fo am I for Rofalind.

Rof. And fo am I for no Woman.

Phe. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? Sil. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? Orla. If this be fo, why blame you me to love you? Rof. Who do you fpeak to, Why blame you me to love you?

Orla. To her that is not here, nor doth not hear.

Rof. Pray you no more of this; 'tis like the Howling of Irif Wolves against the Moon; I will help you if I can; I would love you if I could: To Morrow meet me all together; I will marry you, if ever I marry Woman, and I'll be married to Morrow; I will fatisfy you, if ever I fatisfy'd Man, and you fha'l be married to Morrow; I will content you, if what pleafes you contents you, and you fhall be married to Morrow. As you love Rofalind meet, as you 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. Nor I.

Orla. Nor I.


Enter Clown and Audrey.


Clo. To Morrow is the joyful Day, Audrey: to Morrow will we be married.

Aud. I do defire it with all my Heart; and I hope it is ro dishonest Defire, to defire to be a Woman of the World. Here come two of the banish'd Duke's Pages.


Enter two Pages.

iPage. Well met, honeft Gentleman.

Clo. By my troth well met: come, fit, fit, and a Song. 2 Page. We are for you, fit i'th' middle.

1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hauking, or fpitting, or faying we are hoarfe, which are the only Prologues to a bad Voice.

3 Page. I'faith, i'faith, and both in a Tune, like two Gypfies on a Horfe.


It was a Lover and his Lafs,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green Corn-field did pafs

In the Spring time; the only pretty rang time,
When Birds dofing, hey ding a ding, ding.
Sweet Lovers love the Spring.

And therefore take the prefent time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
For Love is crowned with the prime,
In the Spring time, &c.

Between the Acres of the Rye,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nomino.3.

Thefe pretty Country -folks would lye,
In the Spring time, &c.

The Carrol they began that hour,

With a bey and a ho, and a hey nonino;
How that a Life was but a Flower,

In the Spring time, &c.

Clo. Truly young Gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the Note was very untunable. 1 Page. You are deceiv'd, Sir, we kept time, we left not our time.

Clo. By my troth, yes: I count it but time loft to heat fuch a foolish Song. God b'w'y you, and God mend Voices. Come, Audrey.





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Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, and Celia.

Duke Sen. Doft thou believe, Orlando, that the Boy
Can do all this that he hath promifed?

Orla. I fometimes do believe, and fometimes do not;
As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.
Enter Rofalind, Sylvius, and Phebe.

Rof. Patience once more, whiles our Compact is urg'd:
You fay, if I bring in your Rofalind, [To the Duke.
You will beftow her on Orlando here?
Duke Sen. That would I, had I Kingdoms to give with her.
Rof. And you fay you will have her when I bring her?

[To Orlando.
Orla. That would I, were I of all Kingdoms King.
Rof. You fay you'll Marry me, if I be willing. [To Phe.
Phe. That will I, fhould I die the hour after.
Rof. But if you do refufe to marry me,

You'll give your felf to this most faithful Shepherd.
Phe. So is the Bargain.

Rof. You fay, that you'll have Phebe, if the will? [To Syl.
Syl. Tho' to have her and Death were both one thing.
Rof. I have promis'd to make all this matter even;
Keep you your word, O Duke, to give your Daughter;
You, yours, Orlando, to receive his Daughter:
Keep you your word, Phebe, that you'il marry me;
Or elle refufing me, to wed this Shepherd.
Keep your word, Sylvius, that you'll marry her,
If the refufe me; and from hence I go

To make thefe Doubts all even,

[Exit Rof. and Celia. Duke Sen. I do remember in this Shepherd-Boy, Some lively touches of my Daughter's Favour. Orla. My Lord, the firft time that I ever faw 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 defperate Studies by his Uncle, Who he reports to be a great Magician, Enter Clown and Audrey. Obfcured in the Circle of this Foreft.

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Jaq. There is fure another Flood toward, and thefe Couples are coming to the Ark. Here comes a pair of very ftrange Beafts, which in all Tongues are call'd Fools. Clo. Salutation and Greeting to you all.

Fag. Good my Lord, bid him welcome. This is the Motley-minded Gentleman that I have fo often met in the Foreft: He hath been a Courtier he fwears.

Clo. If any Man doubt that, let him put me to my Purga tion; I have trod a Measure, I have flatter'd a Lady, I have been politick with my Friend, fmooth with mine Enemy, I have undone three Tailors, I have had four Quarrels, and like to have fought one.


And how was that ta'en up?

Clo. 'Faith we met, and found the Quarrel was upon the feventh Caufe.

Jaq. How the feventh Caufe? Good my Lord, like this Fellow.

Duke Sen. I like him very very well.

Clo. God'ild you, Sir, I defire you of the like: I prefs in here, Sir, amongst the rest of the Country Copulatives, to fwear, and to forfwear, according as Marriage inds, 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 elfe will. Rich Honefty dwells like a Mifer, Sir, in a poor Houfe, as your Pearl in your Oyster.

Duke Sen. By my Faith, he is very fwift and fententious. Clo. According to the Fool's bolt, Sir, and fuch dulcet Difeafes.

Jaq. But for the feventh Caufe; how did you find the Quarrel on the seventh Caufe?

Clo. Upon a Lie feven times removed; (bear your Body more feeming, Audrey) as thus, Sir; I did diflike the Cut of a certain Courtier's Beard; he fent me word, If I faid his Beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it was: This is call'd the Retort Courteous. If I fent him word again, it was well cut, he would fend me word, he cut it to please himself. This is call'd the Quip Modeft. If again, it was not well cut, he difabled my Judgment: This is call'd the Reply Churlish. If again, it was not well cut, he would anfwer, I fpake not true: This is call'd the Reproof Valiant. If again, it was not well cut, he would fay, I lie: This is



call'd the Countercheck Quarrelfome; And fo the Lie Circumftantia!, and the Lie Dire&.

Jaq. And how oft did you fay his Beard was not well


Clo. I durft go no further than the Lie Circumftantial; nor he durft not give me the Lie Direct; and fo we measur'd Swords, and parted.

Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the Lie?

Clo. O, Sir, we quarrel in Print, by the Book; as you have Books for good Manners. I will name you the Degrees. The firft, the Retort Courteous; the fecond, the Quip Modeft; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the Countercheck Quarrelsome; the fixth, the Lie with Circumftance; the feventh, the Lie Dire&. All these you may avoid, but the Lie direct; and you may avoid that too, with an If. I knew when feven Juftices could not take up a Quarrel, but when the Parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an If; as, If you faid fo, then I faid fo; and they fhook Hands, and fwore Brothers. Your If is the only Peace-maker; much virtue in If.

Jaq. Is not this a rare Fellow, my Lord? He's good at any thing, and yet a Fool.

Duke Sen. He uses his Folly like a Stalking-Horse, and under the Presentation of that he shoots his Wit.

Enter Hymen, Rofalind in Woman's Cloths, and Celia.
Still Mufick

Hym. Then is there Mirth in Heav'n,
When earthly things made even

Atone together.

Good Duke receive thy Daughter,
Hymen from Heav'n brought her,
Yea, brought her hither,

That thou might'ft join her hand with his,

Whofe Heart within his Befom is.

Rof. To you I give my felf; for I am yours. [To the Duke.

To you I give my felf; for I am yours.

To Orlando.

Duke Sen. If there be truth in fight, you are my Daughter.


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