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Phe. And I for Ganymede. Orl. And I for Rosalind.

Ros. And I for no woman.

Between the acres of the rye,

Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service;

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 1obedience;

All humbleness, all patience, and impatience;
All purity, all trial, all observance;
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?"

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Orl. To her, that is not here, nor doth not hear. Ros. Pray you, no more of this: 'tis like the howling of Irish wolves against the moon.-I will help you, [ To SILVIUS] if I can:-I 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 married to-morrow:-I will satisfy you, [ To ORLANDO] if ever I satisfied man, and you shall be married to-morrow:-I will content you, [TO SILVIUS] if what pleases you contents you, and you shall be married to-morrow.-As you [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.

Nor I.

SCENE III.-The Same.

Nor I. [Exeunt.

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2 Touch. Here come two of the banished duke's

pages.

Enter two Pages.

1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman.

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, These pretty country folks would lie, In spring time, &c.

This carol they began that hour,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, How that our life was but a flower

In spring time, &c.

And therefore take the present time,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, For love is crowned with the prime

In spring time, &c.

Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very 5 untimeable.

1 Page. You are deceived, 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 wi' 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, As those that fear to hope, and know they fear. Enter ROSALIND, SILVIUS, and PHEBE.

Ros. Patience once more, whiles our compact is Theard.

To the DUKE.] You say, if I bring in your Rosalind, You will bestow her on Orlando here? [with her. Duke S. That would I, had I kingdoms to give Ros. [To ORLANDO.] And you say, you will have her, when I bring her?

Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.
Ros. [To PHEBE.] You say, you'll marry me, if I

be willing?

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 shepherd? Phe. So is the bargain. [Phebe, if she will? Ros. [To SILVIUS.] You say, that you'll have Sil. Though to have her and death were both one thing.

Ros. I have promis'd to make all this matter even. Keep you your word, O duke! to give your daugh

ter;

You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter:-
Keep you 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,

Touch. By my troth, well met. Come, sit; sit, If she refuse me:-and from hence I go,

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To make these doubts all even-8 even so.

[Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA. Duke S. I do remember in this shepherd-boy Some lively touches of my daughter's favor. 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.

Jaq. There is, sure, another flood toward, and these couples are coming to the ark. Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.

Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all. Jaq. 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; I have been politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy; I 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 the 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-favored thing, sir, but mine own: a poor humor 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 b tentious.

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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?

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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 " tort 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 called the "quip modest." If again, it was not well cut, he disabled my judg ment: this is called the "reply churlish." If again, it was not well cut, he would answer, I spake not true: this is called the "reproof valiant." If again, it was not well cut, he would say, I lied: 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 farther 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: 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 iƒ.

Jaq. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he's as good at any thing, and yet a fool.

That is, danced a minuet. That is, prompt and pithy. "Seven times removed," i. e., seven times removed from the lie direct. Seemly. Impeached.- An allusion to the book entitled, "Of Honour and Honourable Quarrels, by Vincentio Savioli," 1594, 4to.

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Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind. Phe. If sight and shape be true, Why then, my love adieu!

[not he:Ros. [To DUKE S.] I'll have no father, if you be [To ORLANDO.] I'll have no husband, if you be not he:

[To PHEBE.] Norne'er wed woman, if you be not she. 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 h contents.

[To ORLANDO and ROSALIND.] You and you no cross shall part:

[To OLIVER and CELIA.] You and you are
heart in heart:

[To PHEBE.] You to his love must accord,
Or have a woman to your lord:
[TO TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.] You and
you are sure together,

As the winter to foul weather.
Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing,
Feed yourselves with questioning,
That reason wonder may diminish,
How thus we met, and thus we finish.

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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,
I do engage my life.

Duke S.
Welcome, young man.
Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding:
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his lands withheld; and to the other,
A land itself at large, a potent dukedom.
First, in this forest, let us do those ends

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That here were well begun, and well begot;

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Ros. 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

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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 furnished 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 please you and I charge you, O men! for the love you bear to women, (as I perceive by your simpering none of you hates 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 pleased me, complexions that liked 'me, and breaths that I defied not; and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make curtsey, bid me farewell. [Exeunt.

It was the custom to hang a bush of ivy at the door of a vintner." Furnished," i, e., dressed. The parts of women were performed by men or boys in Shakespeare's time.--"That liked me," i. e., that I liked.

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Tailor, Haberdasher, and Servants, attending on Baptista and Petruchio. SCENE, sometimes in Padua; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country.

INDUCTION.

SCENE I.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath. Enter HOSTESS and 8CHRISTOPHERO SLY. Sly. I'll pheese you, in faith.

Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue! Sly. Y'are a baggage: the Slys are no rogues; look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris; let the world slide. Sessa!

Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have

burst?

Sly. No, not a denier. Go by, 9 Jeropimy: go to thy cold bed, and warm thee.

Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the 10 headborough.d [Exit. Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer him by law. I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him come, and kindly. 11[Lies down, and falls asleep.

Beat; tease. Few words. -c "Sessa !" (Ital.) Be quiet!
Constable.

Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with Huntsmen and Servants.

Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my hounds:

Brach Merriman,-the poor cur is emboss'd,
And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd brach.
Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good
At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault?
I would not lose the dog for twenty pound.

1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord;
He cried upon it at the merest loss,
And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent:
Trust me, I take him for the better dog.

Lord. Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet,
I would esteem him worth a dozen such.
But sup them well, and look unto them all:
To-morrow I intend to hunt again.
1 Hun. I will, my lord.
Lord. What's here?

doth he breathe?

one dead, or drunk? See,

•Wearied out. A brach was a hunting dog.- "Merest," i. e., most complete.

2 Hun. He breathes, my lord. Were he not
warm'd with ale,

This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. [lies.
Lord. O, monstrous beast! how like a swine he
Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image!
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed,
Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers,
A most delicious banquet by his bed,
And brave attendants near him when he wakes,
Would not the beggar then forget himself?

1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose.
2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he
wak'd.
[fancy.
Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless
Then take him up, and manage well the jest.
Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,
And hang it round with all my wanton pictures;
Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters,
And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet:
Procure me music ready when he wakes,
To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound;
And if he chance to speak, be ready straight,
And, with a low submissive reverence,
Say, what is it your honor will command?
Let one attend him with a silver bason,
Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers;
Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,

And say,-will't please your lordship cool your hands?
Some one be ready with a costly suit,
And ask him what apparel he will wear;
Another tell him of his hounds and horse,
And that his lady mourns at his disease.
Persuade him, that he hath been lunatic;
When he says what he is, say, that he dreams,
For he is nothing but a mighty lord.
This do, and do it kindly, gentle sirs:
It will be pastime passing excellent,

If it be husbanded with modesty.

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1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we will play our As he shall think, by our true diligence, He is no less than what we say he is.

Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him, And each one to his office when he wakes.

[SLY is borne out. A trumpet sounds. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds :[Exit Servant. Belike, some noble gentleman, that means, Travelling some journey, to repose him here.Re-enter Servant.

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Enter 3 five or six Players.

Now, fellows, you are welcome. Players. We thank your honor. Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? 2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty. Lord. With all my heart.-This fellow I remember, Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son :'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well. I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd.

1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honor means. Lord. 'Tis very true: thou didst it excellent. Well, you are come to me in happy time, The rather for I have some sport in hand, Wherein your cunning can assist me much.

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There is a lord will hear you play to-night;
But I am doubtful of your modesties,
Lest, over-eying of his odd behavior,
(For yet his honor never heard a play)
You break into some merry passion,
And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,
If you should smile he grows impatient.

1 Play. Fear not, my lord: we can contain ourselves, Were he the veriest antic in the world.

Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery, And give them friendly welcome every one: Let them want nothing that my house affords.[Exeunt Servant and Players. Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page,

[To a Servant.
And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady:
That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber;
And call him madam, do him obeisance:
Tell him from me, as he will win my love,
He bear himself with honorable action,
Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies
Unto their lords by them accomplished:
Such duty to the drunkard let him do,
With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy;
And say,-what is't your honor will command,
Wherein your lady, and your humble wife
May show her duty, and make known her love?
And then, with kind embracements, tempting kisses,
And with declining head into his bosom,
Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd
To see her noble lord restor'd to health,
Who for this seven years hath esteemed him
No better than a poor and loathsome beggar.
And if the boy have not a woman's gift,
To rain a shower of commanded tears,
An onion will do well for such a shift,
Which, in a napkin being close convey'd,
Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.
See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst:
Anon I'll give thee more instructions. [Exit Servant.
I know, the boy will well usurp the grace,
Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman:

I long to hear him call the drunkard husband,
And how my men will stay themselves from laughter,
When they do homage to this simple peasant.
I'll in to counsel them: haply, my presence
May well abate their over-merry spleen,
Which otherwise would grow into extremes. [Exeunt.

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3 Serv. What raiment will your honor wear toSly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me honor, nor lordship: I ne'er drank sack in my life; and if you give me any conserves, give me conserves of beef. Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I have no more doublets than backs, no more stockings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, sometime, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as my toes look through the overleather.

[or!

Lord. Heaven cease this evil humor in your honO! that a mighty man, of such descent, Of such possessions, and so high esteem,

d Gravity; seriousness.- Him is used here for himself.Secretly. Perhaps.

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