You and you are fure together, How thus we met, and these things finish. SONG. Wedding is great Juna's crown, O bleffed bond of board and bed! Duke Sen. O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me, Even daughter-welcome, in no lefs degree. Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine; Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine. Enter Jaques de Boys. Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a word or two: I am the second son of old Sir Rowland, That bring these tidings to this fair assembly. Duke Sen. Welcome, young man; A A land itself at large, a potent Dukedom. That have endur'd fhrewd days and nights with us, Play, mufick; and you brides and bridegrooms all, And thrown into neglect the pompous court. Jaq. To him will I: out of these convertites [To the Duke. Your patience and your virtue well deferve it. [To Silv. And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage [To the Clown. Is but for two months victual'd: fo to your pleasures: I am for other than for dancing measures. Duke Sen. Stay, Jaques, stay. Jaq. To fee no paftime, I: what you would have, I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. [Exit. Duke Sen. Proceed, proceed; we will begin these rites; As, we do truft they'll end, in true delights. Raf. It is not the fashion to fee the Lady the epilogue; but it is no more unhandsome, than to see the Lord the prologue. If it be true, that good avine needs no busk, 'tis true, that a good play needs no epilogue. Yet to good wine they do ufe good bushes; and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. What a cafe am I in then, that am neither a good epilogue, nor can infinuate with you in the behalf of a good play? I am not furnish'd like a beggar; therefore to beg will P 5 not not become me. My way is to conjure you, and I'll b gin with the women. I charge you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of this play as pleases you and I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women, (as I perceive by your fimpring, none of you hate them) that between you and the women, the play may please. If I were a woman, I would kifs as many of you as had beards that pleas'd me, complexions that lik'd me, and breaths that I defy'd not; and I am fure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, or fweet breaths, will for my kind offer, when I make cur'fy, bid me farewel. [Exeunt omnes... THE |