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your body more seeming, Audrey :-as thus, sir. You and you no cross shall part: I did dislike the cut of a certain courtier's beard;

(To Orlando and Rosalind. he sent me word, if I said his beard was not cut You and you are heart

in heart : well, he was in the mind it was: This is called the

(T. Oliver and Celia. retort courteous. If I sent him word again, it was You (To Phebe.) to his love must accord, not well cut, he would send me word, he cut it to Or have a woman to your lord :please himself: This is called the quip modest. If You and you are sure together, again, it was not well cut, he disabled my judg.

(To Touchstone and Audrey. ment: This is called the reply churlish. If again, As the winter to foul weather. it was not well cut, he would answer, I spake not Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing, true : This is called the reproof valiant. If again, Feed yourselves with questioning; it was not well cut, he would say, I lie: This is That reason wonder may diminish, called the countercheck quarrelsome : and so to How thus we met, and these things finish. the lie circumstantial, and the lie direct. Jag. And how oft did you say, his beard was not

SONG. well cut?

Touch. I durst go no further than the lie cir. Wedding is great Juno's crown; cumstantial, nor he durst not give me the lie O blessed bond of board and bed! direct ; and so we measured swords, and parted. 'Tis Hymen peoples every town;

Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees High wedlock then be honoured : of the lie?

Honour, high honour and renown, Touch. O sir, we quarrel in print, by the book ; To Hymen, god of every lown! as you have books for good manners: I will name you the degrees. The first, the retort courteous ; Duke $. Omy dear niece, welcome thou art to me; the second, the quip modest ; the third, the reply | Even daughter, welcome in no less degree. churlish ; the fourth, the reproof valiant; the fifth, Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine; the countercheck quarrelsome; the sixth, the lie Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine. with circumstance; the seventh, the lie direct. All

[To Silvius. these you may avoid, but the lie direct ; and you

Enter Jaques de Bois. may avoid that too, with an if. I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel ; but when Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a word or the parties were met themselves, one of them

two; thought but of an if, as, if you said so, then 1||I

am the second son of old sir Rowland, said so ; and they shook hands, and swore brothers. That bring these tidings to this fair assembly :Your if is the only peace-maker; much virtue in if. Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day

Jag. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he's as Men of great worth resorted to this forest, good at any thing, and yet a fool.

Address'd a mighty power which were on foot, Duke S. He uses

his folly like a stalking-horse, In his own conduct, purposely to take and under the presentation of that, he shoots his wit. His brother here, and put him to the sword :

And to the skirts of this wild wood he came; Enter Hymen, leading Rosalind in woman's Where, meeting with an old religious man,

clothes, and Celia. Still music. After some question with him, was converted Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven,

Both from his enterprize, and from the world : When earthly things made even

His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother,
Atone together.

And all their lands restor'd to them again
Good duke, receive thy daughter,

That were with him exil'd: This to be true,
Hymen from heaven brought her,

I do engage my life.

Duke S.
Yea, brought her hither;

Welcome, young man;
That thou mighữst join her hand with his, To one, his

lands withheld ; and to the other,

Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding : Whose heart within her bosom is.

A land itself at large, a potent dukedom. Ros. To you I give myself, for I am yours. First, in this forest, let us do those ends

(To Duke S. That here were well begun, and well begot: To you I give myself, for I am yours. (To Orl. And after, every of this happy number, Duke S. If there be truth in sight, you are my That have endur'd shrewd days and nights with us, daughter.

Shall share the good of our returned fortune, Orl. If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosa- || According to the measure of their states. lind.

Meantime, forget this new-fall'n dignity, Phe. If sight and shape be true,

And fall into our rustic revelry : -Why then, -my love, adieu !

Play, music ;--and you brides and bridegrooms all, Ros. I'll have no father, if you be not he :- With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures fall.

(To Duke s. Jaq, Sir, by your patience; If I heard you rightly, I'll have no husband, if you be not he:

The duke hath put on a religious life,

(To Orlando. And thrown into neglect the pompous court? Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she.

Jaq. de B. He hath.

[To Phebe. Jag. To him will I: out of these convertites Hym. Peace, ho! I bar confusion :

There is much matter to be heard and learn'd.'Tis I must make conclusion

You to your former honour I bequeath;
Of these most strange events :

[To Duke S. Here's eight that must take hands, Your patience, and your virtue, well deserves it :To join in Hymen's bands,

You (To Orlando.) to a love, that your true faith II truth bolds true contents.2

doth merit:(1) Seemly. (2) Unless truth fails of veracity.

(3) Bind.

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sures :

You (To Oliver.) to your land, and love, and great | not become me: my way is, to conjure you; and allies :

I'll begin with the women. Icharge you, O women, You [To Silvius.) to a long and well-deserved for the love you bear to men, to like as much of

this play as please them: and so I charge you, O And you [To Touchstone.) to wrangling; for thymen, for the love you bear to women (as I perloving voyage

ceive by your simpering, none of you hate them,) Is but for two months victual'd :-So to your plea- || that between you and the women, the play may

please. If I were a woman, I would kiss as many I am for other than for dancing measures. of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions Duke S. Stay, Jaques, stay.

that liked me, and breaths that I defied not: and, Jaq. To see no pastime, I :-what you would I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good have I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. faces, or sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer,

(Exit. when I make curt'sy, bid me farewell. (Exeunt. Duke S. Proceed, proceed: we will begin these

rites, And we do trust they'll end in true delights.

TA dance.

Of this play the fable is wild and pleasing. I EPILOGUE.

know not how the ladies will approve the facility

with which both Rosalind and Celia give away Ros. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epi-| their hearts. To Celia much may be forgiven, for logue: but it is no more unhandsome, than to see the heroism of her friendship. The character of the lord the prologue. If it be true, that good wine Jaques is natural and well preserved. The comic needs no bush, 'tis true, that a good play needs no dialogue is very sprightly, with less mixture of low epilogue: Yet to good wine they do use good buffoonery than in some other plays; and the graver bushes; and good plays prove the better by the part is elegant and harmonious. By hastening to help of good epilogues. What a case am I in then, the end of this work, Shakspeare suppressed the thai am neither a good epilogue, nor cannot insin- || dialogue between the usurper and the hermit, and uate with you in the behalf of a good play? I am lost an opportunity of exhibiting a moral lesson, in not furnished like a beggar, therefore to beg will which he might have found matter worthy of his

highest powers. (1) Dressed. (2) That I liked.



King of France.

Countess of Rousillon, mother to Bertram.
Duke of Florence.

Helena, a gentlewoman protected by the Countess.
Bertram, Count of Rousillon.

An old Widow of Florence.
Lafeu, an old Lord.

Diana, daughter to the widow.
Parolles, a follower of Bertram.
Several young French Lords, that serve with Ber-Mariana,

Violenta, neighbours and friends to the widowo.
tram in the Florentine war.

Lords, attending on the King; Officers, Soldiers,
servants to the Countess of Rousillon.

&c. French and Florentine.
A Page.

Scene, partly in France, and partly in Tuscany.


Ber. I heard not of it before.

Laf. I would, it were not notorious.-Was this SCENE 1:-Rousillon. A Room in the Coun gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon?

tess's Palace. Enter Bertram, the Countess of Count. His sole child, my lord ; and bequeathRousillon, Helena, and Lafeu, in mourning.

ed to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her Countess.

good, that her education promises : her dispositions

she inherits, which make fair gifts fairer; for In delivering my son from me, I bury a second where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, husband.

there commendations go with pity, they are virBer. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my tues and traitors too; in her they are the better for father's death anew : but I must attend bis majes-their simpleness ;4 she derives her honesty, and ty's command, to whom I am now in ward,' ever-achieves her goodness. more in subjection.

Laf. Your commendations, madam, get from Laf. You shall find of the king a husband, ma- her tears. dam ;-you, sir, a father : He that so generally is Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season at all times good, must of necessity hold his virtue her praise in. The remembrance of her father to you ; whose worthiness would stir it up where never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of her it wanted, rather than lack it where there is such || sorrows takes all livelihoods from her cheek. No abundance.

more of this, Helena, go to, no more; lest it be Count. What hope is there of his majesty's || rather thought you affect a sorrow, than to have. amendment?

Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it
Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; too.
under whose practices he hath persecuted time Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the
with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
process but only the losing of hope by time. Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, the

Count. This young gentlewoman had a father ||excess makes it soon mortal.
(O, that had!? how sad a passage 'tis !) whose skill Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
was almost as great as his honesty ; bad it stretch- Laf. How understand we that?
ed so far, would have made nature immortal, and Count. Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed
death should have play for lack of work. 'Would,

thy father
for the king's sake, he were living! I think, it|In manners, as in shape! thy blood, and virtue,
would be the death of the king's disease. Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness

Laf. How called you the man you speak of, || Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few, madam?

Do wrong to none : be able for thine enemy Count. He was famous, sir, in his profession, and Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend it was his great right to be so : Gerard de Narbon. Under thy own life's key : be check'd for silence,

Laf. He was excellent, indeed, madam; the But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will, king very lately spoke of him, admiringly, and That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck mourningly: he was skilful enough to have lived

still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality. Fall on thy head! Farewell.—My lord,

Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king lan- ||'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good' my lord,
guishes of?

Advise him.
Laf. A fistula, my lord.

Laf. He cannot want the best
(1) Under his particular care, as my guardian. (4) i. e. Her excellencies are the better because

(2) The countess recollects her own loss of a they are artless
husband, and observes how heavily had passes (5) All appearance of life.
through her mind.

(6) i. e. That may help thee with more and bet(3) Qualities of good breeding and erudition. ter qualifications,

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That shall attend his love.

Par. There's little can be said in't ; 'tis against Count. Heaven bless him !—Farewell, Bertram. the rule of nature. To speak on the part of vir

(Exit Countess. Iginity, is to accuse your mothers; which is most Ber. The best wishes, that can be forged in your infallible disobedience. He, that hangs himself, is thoughts, (To Helena) be servants to you!' Be a virgin : virginity murders itself; and should be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make buried in highways, out of all sanctified limit, as much of her.

a desperate offendress against nature. Virginity Laf. Farewell, pretty lady : You must hold the breeds mites, much like a cheese ; consumes itself credit of your father. (Exe. Bertram and Lafeu. || to the very paring, and so dies with feeding his own

Hel. O, were that all -I think not on my father ; || stomach. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, And these great tears grace his remembrance more made of self-love, which is the most inhibited sin

Than those I shed for him. What was he like? in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but I have forgot him: my imagination

lose by't: Out with't: within ten years it will make Carries no favour in it, but Bertram's.

itself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the I am undone ; there is no living, none,

principal itself not much the worse : Away with't. If Bertram be away. It were all one,

Hel. How might one do, sir, to lose it to her That I should love a bright particular star, own liking? And think to wed it, he is so above me:

Par. Let me see: Marry, ill, to like him that In his bright radiance and collateral light ne'er it likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss Must I be comforted, not in his sphere.

with lying; the longer kept, the less worth : off The ambition in my love thus plagues itself: with’t, while 'tis vendible: answer the time of reThe hind, that would be mated by the lion, quest. Virginity, like an old courticr, wears her Must die for love. 'Twas pretty, though a plague,cap out of fashion ; richly suited, but unsuitable : To see him every hour ; to sit and draw

just like the brooch and toothpick, which wear His arched brows, his hawking eye, bis curls, not now: Your date is better in your pie and your In our heart's table ;2 heart, too capable porridge, than in your cheek: And your virginity, Of every line and trick3 of his sweet favour :4 your old virginity, is like one of our French with But now he's gone, and my idolatrous fancy ered pears; it looks ill, it eats dryly; marry, 'tis a Must sanctify his relics. Who comes here? withered pear; it was formerly better; marry, yet, Enter Parolles.

'tis a withered pear: Will you any thing with it?'

Hel. Not my virginity yet.
One that goes with him : I love him for his sake; There shall your master have a thousand loves,
And yet I know him a notorious liar,

A mother, and a mistress, and a friend,
Think him a great way fool, solely a coward; A phænix, captain, and an enemy,
Yet these fix'd evils sit so fit in him,

A guide, a goddess, and a sovereign,
That they take place, when virtue's steely bones A counsellor, a traitress, and a dear;
Look bleak in the cold wind: withal, full oft we see His humble ambition, proud humility,
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly. His jarring concord, and his discord dulcet,
Par. Save you, fair queen.

His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world
Hel. And you, monarch.

Of pretty, fond, adoptious christendoms, Par. No.

That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall he-Hel. And no.

I know not what he shall : -God send him well! Par. Are you meditating on virginity? The court's a learning-place ;-and he is one

Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you ; Par, What one, i'faith? let me ask you a question : Man is enemy to virgin- Hel. That I wish well.—'Tis pityity; how may we barricado it against him? Par. What's pity ? Par. Keep him out.

Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't, Hel. But he assails; and our virginity, though which might be felt: that we, the poorer born, valiant in the defence, yet is weak: unfold to us Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes, some warlike resistance.

Might with effects of them follow our friends, Par. There is none; man, sitting down before and show what we alone must think ;? which never you, will undermine you, and blow you up. Returns us thanks.

Hel. Bless our poor virginity from underminers, and blowers up!-Is there no military policy, how

Enter a Page. virgins might blow up men?

Page. Monsieur Parolles, my lord calls for you. Par. Virginity, being blown down, man will

(Exit Page. quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him Par. Little Helen, farewell: if I can remember down again, with the breach yourselves made, you thee, I will think of thee at court. lose your city. It is not politic in the common- Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a wealth of nature, to preserve virginity. Loss of charitable star. virginity is rational increase; and there was never Par. Under Mars, I. virgin got, till virginity was first lost. That, you Hel. I especially think, under Mars. were made of, is metal to make virgins. Virginity, Par. Why under Mars? by being once lost, may be ten times found : by Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that you being ever kept, it is ever lost : 'tis too cold a com- must needs be born under Mars. panion ; away with it.

Par. When he was predominant. Hel. I will stand for't a little, though therefore He. When he was retrograde, I think, rather. I die a virgin.

Par. Why think you so ? (1) i. e. May you be mistress of your wishes, (5) Forbidden. and have power to bring them to effect.

(6) A quibble on date, which means age, and (2) Helena considers her heart as the tablet on candied fruit. which his resemblance was portrayed.

(7) i. e. And show by realities what we now (3) Peculiarity of feature.' (4) 'Countenance. must only think.

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