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Phe. And I for Ganymede.

Between the acres of the rye, Orl. And I for Rosalind.

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, Ros. And I for no woman.

These pretty country folks would lie, Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service;

In spring time, foc. And so am I for Phebe.

This carol they began that hour, Phe. And I for Ganymede.

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, Orl. And I for Rosalind.

How that our life was but a flower
Ros. And I for no woman.

In spring time, f.c.
Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy,
All made of passion, and all made of wishes;

And therefore take the present time,
All adoration, duty, and lobedience;

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, All humbleness, all patience, and impatience;

For love is crowned with the prime All purity, all trial, all observance;

In spring time, f.c: And so am I for Phebe.

Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there was Phe. And so am I for Ganymede.

no great matter in the dirty, yet the note was very Orl. And so am I for Rosalind.

5 untimeable. Ros. And so am I for no woman.

1 Page. You are deceived, sir : we kept time; Phe. If this be so, why blame you me to love you ? we lost not our time.

[To ROSALIND.

Touch. By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? to hear such a foolish song. God be wi' you; and

[ To PHEBE. God mend your voices.-Come, Audrey. [Exeunt. Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to love you ?

Ros. Who do you speak to, why blame you me SCENE IV.-Another Part of the Forest. to love you ?Orl. To her, that is not here, nor doth not hear.

Enter Duke Senior, AMIENS, JAQUES, ORLANDO, Ros. Pray you, no more of this: 'tis like the

OLIVER, and CELIA. howling of Irish wolves against the moon.-I will Duke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy help you, [ To Silvius] if I can :- I would love can do all this that he hath promised ? you, [ To PHEBE] if I could.—To-morrow meet me

Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not, all together. I will marry you, [TO PHEBE] if ever As those that fear to hope, and know they fear. marry woman, and I'll be married to-morrow :-I

Enter RosalinD, Silvius, and Phebe. will satisfy you, [ To ORLANDO] if ever I satisfied

Ros. Patience once more, whiles our compact is man, and you shall be married to-morrow :- I will

7 heard. content you, [ To Silvius) if what pleases you contents you, and you shall be married to-morrow. As [To the Duke.] You say, if I bring in your Rosalind, you (To ORLANDO] love Rosalind, meet; as you

You will bestow her on Orlando here? [with her. ( To Silvius] love Phebe, meet ;-and as I love no

Duke S. That would I, had I kingdoms to give woman, I'll meet. -So, fare you well: I have left Ros. [ To ORLANDO.) And you say, you will have you commands.

her, when I bring her ? Sil. I'll not fail, if I live.

Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king. Phe. Nor I.

Ros. (To Puebe.] You say, you'll marry me, if I Orl.

Nor I.

be willing ? [Exeunt.

Phe. That will I, should I die the hour after.

Ros. But if you do refuse to marry me,
SCENE III.-The Same.

You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd ?
Enter TouchSTONE and AUDREY.

Phe. So is the bargain. [Phebe, if she will ?

Ros. [ To Silvius.] You say, that you'll have Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey: to

Sil. Though to have her and death were both one morrow will we be married,

thing. Aud. I do desire it with all my heart, and I hope

Ros. I have promis'd to make all this matter even. it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman of Keep you your word, O duke! to give your daughthe 'world.

ter; 2 Touch. Here come two of the banished duke's You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter:pages.

Keep you your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me, Enter tvo Pages.

Or else, refusing me, to wed this shepherd : 1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman.

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,

To make these doubts all even-even so, 2 Page. We are for you: sit i' the middle.

[Exeunt RosALIND and Celia. 1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without Duke $. I do remember in this shepherd-boy

or spitting, or saying we are hoarse, which Some lively touches of my daughter's favor. are only the prologues to a bad voice ?

Orl. My lord, the first time that I ever saw him, 2 Page. I'faith, i' faith ; and both in a tune, like Methought he was a brother to your daughter: two gypsies on a horse.

But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born,

And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments
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of many desperate studies by his uncle, Il was a lover, and his lass,

Whom he reports to be a great magician,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, Obscured in the circle of this forest.
That o'er the green corn-field did pass
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,

Enter Touchstone and AUDREY.
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;

Jaq. There is, sure, another flood toward, and Sweet lovers love the spring

these couples are coming to the ark. Here comes

a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues . That is, a married woman.

are called fools.

and a song

hawking,

re

Touch. Salutation and greeting to you all.

Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, Jaq. Good my lord, bid him welcome. This is and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit. the motley-minded gentleman, that I have so often Enter Hymen, leading Rosalind in woman's clothes; met in the forest: he hath been a courtier, he swears.

and Celia. Touch. If any man doubt that, let him put me to

Still Music. my purgation. I have trod a “measure; I have flattered a lady; I have been politic with my friend, Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven, smooth with mine enemy; I have undone three tai

When earthly things made even lors; I have had four quarrels, and like to have

& Atone together. fought one.

Good duke, receive thy daughter, Jaq. And how was that ta'en up?

Hymen from heaven brought her; Touch. 'Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was

Yea, brought her hither, upon the seventh cause.

That thou might'st join her hand with his, Jaq. How the seventh cause ?-Good my lord,

Whose heart within her bosom is. like this fellow. Duke S. I like him very well.

Ros. [ To DUKE S.) To you I give myself, for I

am yours. Touch. God'ild you, sir; I desire you of the like. I press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the country |[ TO ORLANDO. To you I give myself, for I am yours.

Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are my copulatives, to swear, and to forswear, according as marriage binds, and blood breaks.-A poor virgin,

daughter.

Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind. sir, an ill-favored thing, sir, but mine own: a poor humor of mine, sir, to take that that no man else

Phe. If sight and shape be true,
Why then, my love adieu!

[not he:will. Rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor-house, as your pearl in your foul oyster.

Ros. [ To DUKE S.] I'll have no father, if you be Duke S. By my faith, he is very swift and bsen

[To ORLANDO.] I'll have no husband, if you be not

he:tentious.

Touch. According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such [To PHEBE. ] Norne'er wed woman, if you be not she. dulcet diseases.

Hym. Peace, ho! I bar confusion.

'Tis I must make conclusion Jaq. But, for the seventh cause; how did you

Of these most strange events : find the quarrel on the seventh cause ?

Here's eight that must take hands, Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed.-Bear

To join in Hymen's bands, your body more d seeming, Audrey.-As thus, sir. I

If truth holds true h contents. did dislike the cut of a certain courtier's beard : he sent me word, if I said his beard was not cut well,

[ To ORLANDO and Ros ALIND.] You and he was in the mind it was: this is called the "

you no cross shall part: tort courteous." If I sent him word again, it was

[TO Oliver and CELIA.] You and you are

heart in heart : not well cut, he would send me word, he cut it to

[To Phebe.] You to his love must accord, please himself: this is called the “quip modest." If again, it was not well cut, he e disabled my judg

Or have a woman to your lord : ment: this is called the “reply churlish.” If again,

[To Touchstone and AUDREY.] You and it was not well cut, he would answer, I spake not

you are sure together, true: this is called the “reproof valiant.” If again,

As the winter to foul weather.

Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing, it was not well cut, he would say, I ' lied: this is called the " countercheck quarrelsome:" and so to

Feed yourselves with 'questioning,

That reason wonder may diminish, the “lie circumstantial," and the “lie direct." Jaq. And how oft did you say, his beard was not

How thus we met, and 3 thus we finish. well cut ?

Touch. I durst go no farther than the “lie circumstantial," nor he durst not give me the “lie di

Wedding is great Juno's croun: rect;' and so we measured swords, and parted.

0, blessed bond of board and bed ! Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees

'Tis Hymen peoples every touen; of the lie?

High wedlock, then, be honored : Touch. O sir, we quarrel in print, by the book,

Honor, high honor, and renorn, as you have books for good manners : I will namo

To Hymen, god 4 in every town! you the degrees. The first, the retort courteous ; the second, the quip modest ; the third, the reply Even daughter, welcome in no less degree.

Duke S. O, my dear niece! welcome thou art to me: churlish; the fourth, the reproof valiant; the fifth, the countercheck quarrelsome; the sixth, the lie

Phe. [ To Silvius.] I will not eat my word, now with circumstance; the seventh, the lie direct. All Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.

thou art mine ; these you may avoid, but the lie direct; and

you may avoid that too, with an if. I knew when seven

Enter Second Brother. justices could not take up a quarrel; but when the 2 Bro. Let me have audience for a word or two. parties were met themselves, one of them thought I am the second son of old sir Rowland, but of an if, as If you said so, then I said so; and That brings these tidings to this fair assembly.they shook hands and swore brothers. Your if is Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day the only peace-maker; much virtue in if.

Men of great worth resorted to this forest, Jaq. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord ? he's as Address'd a mighty power, which were on foot good at any thing, and yet a fool.

In his own conduct, purposely to take

His brother here, and put him to the sword. • That is, danced a minud. That is, prompt and pithy. And to the skirts of this wild wood he came, " 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 & Accord; agree.-- Thnt is, if there be truth in truth.Vincentio Savioli," 1594, 4to.

i Discourse. - Unite; attach. Prepared.

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Where, meeting with an old religious man,

Duke S. Stay, Jaques, stay.
After some question with him, was converted Jaq. To see no pastime, I :-what you would have,
Both from his enterprise, and from the world ; I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. [Exit.
His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother, Duke S. Proceed, proceed: we will begin these
And all their lands restor'd to them again,

rites,
That were with him exild. This to be true, As we do trust they'll end, in true delights.
I do engage my life.
Duke .

Welcome, young man.
Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding:
To one, his lands withheld; "and to the other,

EPILOGUE.
A land itself at large, a potent dukedom.
First, in this forest, let us do those ends

Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the EpiThat here were well begun, and well begot; logue; but it is no more unhandsome, than to see And after, * every of this happy number,

the lord the Prologue. If it be true, that good wine That have endur'd shrewd days and nights with us, needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no Shall share the good of our returned fortune, epilogue; yet to good wine they do use good bushes, According to the measure of their 'states.

and good plays prove the better by the help of good Meantime, forget this new-fall'n dignity,

epilogues. What a case am I in, then, that am nei. And fall into our rụstic revelry.

ther a good epilogue, nor cannot insinuate with you Play, music! and you brides and bridegrooms all, in the behalf of a good play? I am not furnished With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures fall. like a beggar, therefore to beg will not become me:

Jaq. Sir, by your patience.- If I heard you rightly, my way is, to conjure you; and I'll begin with the The duke hath put on a religious life,

women. I charge you, O women! for the love you And thrown into neglect the pompous court ? bear to men, to like as much of this play as please 2 Bro. He hath,

you: and I charge you, O men! for the love you Jaq. To him will I: out of these convertites bear to women, (as I perceive by your simpering There is much matter to be heard and learn'd. none of you hates them) that between you and the You ( To DUKE S.] to your former honor I bequeath; women, the play may please. If I were a woman, Your patience, and your virtue, well deserve it :- I would kiss as many of you as had beards that You [To ORLANDO) to a love, that your true faith pleased me, complexions that liked 'me, and breaths doth merit:

[allies :- that I defied not; and, I am sure, as many as have You [ TO OLIVER] to your land, and love, and great good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, will, You To Silvius] to a long and well deserved bed :- for my kind offer, when I make curtsey, bid me And you [ To TOUCHSTONE) to wrangling; for thy farewell.

[Exeunt. loving voyage

[ures: Is but for two months victuall'd.-So, to your pleasI am for other than for dancing measures.

• 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.• Every one. - Converts.

{"That liked me," i. e., that I liked.

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

INDUCTION.

Wind Horns. Enter a Lord from hunting, with

Huntsmen and Servants. SCENE I.-Before an Alehouse on a Heath. Lord. Huntsman, I charge thee, tender well my

hounds : Enter Hostess and 8 CHRISTOPHERO Sly.

Brach Merriman,--the poor cur is ® emboss'd, Sly. I'll “pheese you, in faith.

And couple Clowder with the deep-mouth'd 'brach. Host. A pair of stocks, you rogue !

Saw'st thou not, boy, how Silver made it good Sly. Y'are

ggage: the Slys are no rogues ; At the hedge corner, in the coldest fault ? look in the chronicles, we came in with Richard I would not lose the dog for twenty pound. Conqueror. Therefore, paucas pallabris; let the 1 Hun. Why, Belman is as good as he, my lord ; world slide. Sessa !

He cried upon it at the 6 merest loss, Host. You will not pay for the glasses you have And twice to-day pick'd out the dullest scent : burst ?

Trust me, I take him for the better dog. Sly. No, not a denier. Go by, 'Jeropimy: go to Lord. Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet, thy cold bed, and warm thee.

I would esteem him worth a dozen such. Host. I know my remedy; I must go fetch the But sup them well, and look unto them all : 10 headborough.

[Exil. To-morrow I intend to hunt again. Sly. Third, or fourth, or fifth borough, I'll answer 1 Hun. I will, my lord. him by law. I'll not budge an inch, boy: let him Lord. What's here? one dead, or drunk? See, come, and kindly. "[Lics down, and falls asleep. doth he breathe ?

Beat; tease. Few words. -- “ Sessa !" (Ital.) Be quiet! • Wearied out. - A brach was a hunting dog.-8"Merest," Constable.

i. e., most complete.

2 Hun. He breathes, my lord. Were he not There is a lord will hear you play to-night; warm'd with ale,

But I am doubtful of your modesties,
This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly. [lies. Lest, over-eying of his odd behavior,

Lord. O, monstrous beast! how like a swine he (For yet bis honor never heard a play)
Grim death, how foul and loathsome is thine image! You break into some merry passion,
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.

And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs,
What think you, if he were convey'd to bed, If you should smile he grows impatient
Wrapp'd in sweet clothes, rings put upon his fingers, i Play. Fear not, my lord: we can contain ourselves,
A most delicious banquet by his bed,

Were he the veriest antic in the world.
And a brave attendants near him when he wakes, Lord. Go, sirrah, take them to the buttery,
Would not the beggar then forget himself?

And give them friendly welcome every one: 1 Hun. Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. Let them want nothing that my house affords.2 Hun. It would seem strange unto him when he

(Exeunt Servant and Players. wak'd.

[fancy. Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew my page, Lord. Even as a flattering dream, or worthless

[ To a Servant. Then take him up, and manage well the jest.

And see him dress'd in all suits like a lady: Carry him gently to my fairest chamber,

That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber; And hang it round with all my wanton pictures; And call him madam, do him obeisance : Balm his foul head with warm distilled waters, Tell him from me, as he will win my love, And burn sweet wood to make the lodging sweet:

He bear himself with honorable action, Procure me music ready when he wakes,

Such as he hath observ'd in noble ladies To make a dulcet and a heavenly sound ;

Unto their lords by them accomplished: And if he chance to speak, be ready straight, Such duty to the drunkard let him do, And, with a low submissive reverence,

With soft low tongue, and lowly courtesy; Say,—what is it your honor will command ? And say,—what is't your honor will command, Let one attend him with a silver bason,

Wherein your lady, and your humble wife Full of rose-water, and bestrew'd with flowers; May show her duty, and make known her love ? Another bear the ewer, the third a diaper,

And then, with kind embracements, tempting kisses, And say,--will't please your lordship cool your hands? And with declining head into his bosom, Some one be ready with a costly suit,

Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd And ask him what apparel he will wear;

To see her noble lord restor'd to health, Another tell him of his hounds and horse,

Who for this seven years hath esteemed him And that his lady mourns at his disease.

No better than a poor and loathsome beggar. Persuade him, that he hath been lunatic;

And if the boy have not a woman's gift, 1 When he says what he is, say, that he dreams, To rain a shower of commanded tears, For he is nothing but a mighty lord.

An onion will do well for such a shift, This do, and do it bkindly, gentle sirs :

Which, in a napkin being close convey'd, It will be pastime passing excellent,

Shall in despite enforce a watery eye. If it be husbanded with modesty. [part, See this despatch'd with all the haste thou canst :

1 Hun. My lord, I warrant you, we will play our Anon I'll give thee more instructions. [Exit Servant. As he shall think, by our true diligence,

I know, the boy will well usurp the grace, He is no less than what we say he is.

Voice, gait, and action of a gentlewoman: Lord. Take him up gently, and to bed with him, I long to hear him call the drunkard husband, And each one to his office when he wakes.

And how my men will stay themselves from laughter, [SlY is borne out. A trumpet sounds. When they do homage to this simple peasant. Sirrah, go see what trumpet 'tis that sounds : I'll in to counsel them: <haply, my presence

[Exit Servant. May well abate 4 their over-merry spleen, Belike, some noble gentleman, that means, Which otherwise would grow into extremes. Exeunt. Travelling some journey, to repose him here. Re-enter Servant.

SCENE II.-A Bedchamber in the Lord's House. How now? who is't?

SLY is discovered, with Attendants; some with apparel, Serv. An't please your honor, players

others with bason, ewer, and appurtenances. Enter That offer humble service to your lordship.

LORD, dressed like a Servant.
Lord. Bid them come near.
Enter 3 five or six Players.

Sly. For God's sake, a pot of small ale. [sack ?

1 Sero. Will't please your lordship drink a cup of Now, fellows, you are welcome. 2 Sero. Will't please your honor taste of these conPlayers. We thank your honor.

serves ?

[day? Lord. Do you intend to stay with me to-night? 3 Serv. What raiment will your honor wear to2 Play. So please your lordship to accept our duty. Sly. I am Christophero Sly; call not me honor,

Lord. With all my heart.--This fellow I remember, nor lordship: I ne'er drank sack in my life; and if Since once he play'd a farmer's eldest son: you give me any conserves, give me conserves of 'Twas where you woo'd the gentlewoman so well. beef. Ne'er ask me what raiment I'll wear, for I I have forgot your name; but, sure, that part bave no more doublets than backs, no more stockWas aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd.

ings than legs, nor no more shoes than feet; nay, 1 Play. I think, 'twas Soto that your honor means. sometime, more feet than shoes, or such shoes as Lord. 'Tis very true: thou didst it excellent. my toes look through the overleather.

[or! Well, you are come to me in happy time,

Lord. Heaven cease this 5 evil humor in your honThe rather for I have some sport in hand,

O! that a mighty man, of such descent, Wherein your cunning can assist me much. Of such possessions, and so high esteem, "Brave," i. e., finely dressed. - Naturally.- Modera a Gravity; seriousness.— Him is used here for himself.

(Secretly. Perhaps.

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