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* As those that fear their hap, and know their fear.

Enter Rofolind, Silvius and Phebe.

. Rof. Patience once more, whiles our compact is urg'd:

You fay, if I bring in your Rofalind,

You will bestow her on Orlando here?

[To the Duke.

Duke Sen. That would I, had I Kingdoms to give

with her.

Rof. And you fay, you will have her when I bring

her? [To Orlando. Orla. That would I, were I of all Kingdoms King. Rof. You fay, you'll marry me, if I be willing.

[To Phebe. Phe. That will I, fhould I die the hour after. Rof. But if you do refuse to marry me, You'll give yourself to this moft faithful shepherd. Phe. So is the bargain.

Rof. You fay, that you'll have Phebe, if she will? [To Silvius. Sil. Tho' to have her and death were both one

thing.

Rof. I've promis'd to make all this matter even;
Keep you your word, O Duke, to give your daughter;
You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter:
Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me,
Or elle, refufing me, to wed this fhepherd.
Keep your word, Silvius, that you'll marry her,
If fhe refufe me; and from hence I go

To make thefe doubts all even. [Exeunt Rof. and Celia.
Duke Sen. I do remember in this fhepherd-boy
Some lively touches of my daughter's favour.
Orla. My Lord, the first time that I ever faw him,

As thofe that fear they hope, and know they fear.] This ftrange Nonsense fhould be read thus,

As thofe that fear their hap, and know their fear.

i. c. As those who fear the Iffue of a Thing when they know their Fear to be well grounded.

Me

Methought, he was a brother to your daughter;
But, my good Lord, this boy is foreft-born,
And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments
Of many defperate ftudies by his uncle;
Whom he reports to be a great magician,
Obfcured in the circle of this forest.

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Enter Clown and Audrey.

Jaq. THERE is, fure, another flood toward, and thefe couples are coming to the Ark. *Here come a pair of unclean beafts, which in all tongues are call'd fools.

Clo. 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 foreft: he hath been a Courtier, he fwears.

Clo. 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 politic with my friend, fmooth with mine enemy; I have undone three taylors; I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought one. Jaq. And how was That ta'en up?

Clo. 'Faith, we met; and found, the quarrel was upon the feventh cause.

Jaq. How the seventh caufe?

like this fellow.

Duke Sen. I like him very well.

-good my lord,

Clo. God'ild you, Sir, I defire of you the like: I prefs in here, Sir, amongst the reft of the country copulatives, to swear, and to forfwear, according as

Here come a pair of very strange beafts, &c.] What! Strange Beafts? And yet fuch as have a Name in all Languages? Noah's Ark is here alluded to; into which the clean Beafts entered by fevens, and the unclean by two, Male and Female. It is plain then that ShakeSpear wrote, here come a Pair of unclean Beafts, which is highly hu

mourous.

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marriage,

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 elfe will. Rich honefty dwells like a mifer, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl, in your foul oyfter. Duke Sen. By my faith, he is very fwift and fen

tentious.

Clo. According to the fool's bolt, Sir, and fuch dulcet diseases.

Jaq. But, for the feventh caufe; how did you find the quarrel on the feventh cause?

Clo. Upon a lie feven times removed; (bear your body more feeming, Audrey) as thus, Sir; I did diflike the cut of a certain Courtier's beard; he sent me word, if I faid his beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it was. This is call'd the Retort courteous. If I fent him word again, it was not well cut, he would fend me word, he cut it to please himself. This is call'd the Quip modeft. If again, it was not well cut, he difabled my judgment. This is call'd the Reply churlish. If again, it was not well cut, he would anfwer, I fpake not true. This is call'd the

Reproof valiant. If again, it was not well cut, he would fay, I lie. This is call'd the Counter-check quarrelfome; and fo, the Lie circumftantial, and the Lie di

rect.

Jaq. And how oft did you say, his beard was not well cut?

Clo. I durft go no further than the Lie circumftantial; nor he durft not give me the Lie direct, and fo we meafur'd fwords and parted.

Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the Lie?

Clo. O, Sir, we quarrel in print, by the book; as you have books for good manners. I will name you the degrees. The firft, the Retort courteous; the fecond, the Quip modeft; the third, the Reply churlish; the fourth, the Reproof valiant; the fifth, the

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Counter-check quarrelfome; the fixth, the Lie with circumstance; the feventh, the Lie direct. All these you may avoid, but the Lie direct; and you may avoid that too, with an If. I knew, when feven Juftices could not take up a quarrel; but when the parties were met themfelves, one of them thought but of an If; as, if you said so, then I said fo; and they fhook hands, and fwore brothers. Your If is the only peace-maker; much virtue in If.

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

Duke Sen. He ufes his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

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Enter Hymen, Rosalind in woman's clothes, and Celia.

Hym. TH

STILL MUSLC.

HEN is there mirth in heav'n,
When earthly things made even
Atone together.

Good Duke, receive thy daughter,
Hymen from heaven brought her,
Yea, brought her hither:

That thou might ft join her hand with his,
Whofe heart within his bofom is.

Rof. To you I give myself; for I am yours.

[To the Duke.

[To Orlando.

To you I give myself; for I am yours.
Duke Sen. If there be truth in fight, you are my
Daughter.

Orla. If there be truth in fight, you are my Rofalind.
Phe. If fight and shape be true,

Why, then my love adieu!
Rof. I'll have no father, if
I'll have no husband, if you
Nor ne'er wed woman, if

you

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you

be not he;

be not he;

be not she.

Hym.

Hym. Peace, hoa! I bar confufion : 'Tis I muft make conclufion

Of these most strange events:
Here's eight that must take hands,
To join in Hymen's bands,

If truth holds true contents.
You and you no Crofs fhall part;
You and you are heart in heart;
You to his love muft accord,
Or have a woman to your lord.
You and you are fure together,
As the winter to foul weather:
Whiles a wedlock-hymn we fing,
Feed yourselves with queftioning:
That reafon wonder may diminish,
How thus we meet, and these things finish.

SON G.

Wedding is great Juno's Crown,
O bleffed bond of board and bed!
'Tis Hymen peoples every town,
High wedlock then be honoured:
Honour, high honour and renown
To Hymen, God of every town!

Duke Sen. O my dear niece, welcome thou art to

me,

Ev'n 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.

SCENE VIII.

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Enter Jaques de Boys.

ET me have audience for a word or

two:

I am the second fon of old Sir Rowland,

That

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