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 you I give myself, for I am yours. [To Duke S. [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 he: [To Duke S. I'll have no husband, if you be not he: [TO ORLANDO. Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she. [TO PHEBE Hym. Peace, ho! I bar confusion: Here's eight that must take hand, If truth holds true contents.2 [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. SONG. Wedding is great Juno's crown; 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. Enter JAQUES de Bois. [TO SILVIUS. Jaq de B. Let me have audience for a word, or two; I am the second son of old sir Rowland, 2 Unless truth fail of veracity. That bring these tidings to this fair assembly:- His brother here, and put him to the sword: Duke S. Play, musick; and you, brides and bridegrooms all, With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures fall. Jaq. Sir, by your patience; If I heard you rightly, The duke hath put on a religious life, And thrown into neglect the pompous court? 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 Duke S. Your patience, and your virtue, well deserves it: You [To ORLANDO] to a love, that your true faith doth merit: You [To OLIVER] to your land, and love, and great allies: You [To SILVIUS] to a long and well deserved bed; And you [To TOUCHSTONE] to wrangling, for thy loving voyage Is but for two months victual'd:-So to your plea sures; I am for other than for dancing measures. Duke S. Stay, Jaques, stay. Jaq. To see no pastime, I:- what you would have I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. [Exit. Duke S. Proceed, proceed: we will begin these rites, And we do trust they'll end, in true delights. [A dance. EPILOGUE. 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 needs no bush, 'tis true, that a good play needs no 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 pleases them: and so I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women, (as I perceive by your simpering, 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 pleased me, and complexions that liked me4: and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, will, for my kind offer, when I make curt'sy, bid me farewell. 4 That I liked. [Exeunt. |