Whom he reports to be a great magician, 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 call'd 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 öften 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 flatter'd a lady; I have been politick 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 seventh cause? — like this fellow. Duke S. I like him very well. Good my Lord, 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 førswear; according as marriage binds, 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 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 sententious. 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? as Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed; Bear your body more seeming, Audrey: 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 Retort 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 judgement: This is call'd the Reply churlish. If again, it was not. well cut, he would answer, I spake not true: This is call'd the Reproof valiant. If again, it was not well cut, he would say, I lie: 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 further 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: will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort courteous; the second, the Quip modest; the third Reply churlish; the fourth, the Reproof valiant; the fifth, the Conntercheck quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with ciscumstance; 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 If. ་ Jaq. Is not this a rare fellow, my Lord ? he's as good at any thing, and yet a fool. Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that, he shoots his wit. Enter HYMEN, leading ROSALIND in woman's clothes; and CELIA. Still Musick. Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven, Good Duke receive thy daughter, That thou might'st join her hand with his, Ros. To you I give myself, for I am yours. [TO DUKE S. To you I give myself, for I am yours. [To ORLANDO. Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter. Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind. Phe. If sight and shape be true, Why then, my love adieu! Ros. I'll have no father, if you be not I'll have no husband, if you be not he [To ORLANDO. Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she. Hym. Peace, ho! I bar confusion! Tis I must make conclusion [To PHEBE. Of these most strange events: If truth holds true contents. [To ORLANDO and ROSALIND. You and you are heart in heart: [To OLIVER and CELIA. You [To PHEBE] to his love must accord, Or have a woman to your lord: You and you are sure together, [TO TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. As the winter to foul weather. How thus we met, and these things finish. SONG. Wedding is great Juno's crown; Honour, Honour, high honour and renown, Duke S. O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me; Even daughter, welcome in no less degree. Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine; Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine. [TO SILVIUS. Enter JAQUES DE BOIS. Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a word, or two; I am the second son of old Sir Rowland, In his own conduct, purposely to take His brother here, and put him to the sword: Where, meeting with an old religious man, Duke S. Welcome, young man; Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding :' 7 |