a song

SCENE III.- The same.
Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.
Touch, To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey ; to
morrow will we be married.

Aud. I do desire it with all my heart: and I hop it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman of the world. Here comes two of the banished duke's pages.

Bnter two Pages. 1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman. Touch. By my troth, well met: Come, sit, sit, anii 2 Page. We are for you: siti' the middle.

1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawk. ing, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse ; which are the only prologues to a bad voice ?

2 Page. l'faith, I' faith; and both in a tune, like two gipsies on a horse.

SONG.

I.
It was a lover, and his lass,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn.field did pass,

In the spring time, the only pretty runk time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding :
Sweet lovers love the spring.

II.
Between the acres of the rye,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In spring time, &c.

III.
This carol they began that hour,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that a life was but a flower
In spring lime, &c.

IV.
And therefore take the present time,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino ;
For Lore is crowned with the prime

In spring time, &c.

Duke S. I do remember in this shepherd boy
Some lively touches of my daughter's favour,

Orl. My lord, the first time that I ever saw him,
Mechought he was a brother to your daughter :
But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born;
And hath been tutored in the rudiments
of many desperate studies by his uncle,
Whom he reports to be a great magician,
Obscured in the circle of this forest.

Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. Jag. 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 called 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 often 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 fattered a lady; I have been politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy; I have undone three tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought one.

Jag. And how was that ta'en up?

Touch. 'Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the seventh cause.

Jaq. How seventh cause ?--Good my lord, like this fellow.

Duke S. I like him very well.

Touch. God 'ild you, sir; I desire you of the like. I press in bere, sir, amongst the rest of the country copulatives, to swear, and to forswear; according as warriage binds, and blood breaks :- A poor virgin, sir, an ill-favoured 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

3 the quarrel on the seventh cause ?

Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed ;-Bear your body more seeming, Audrey, -as thus, sir. I did 'dis. like 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 tind it was: this is called the Retort courteous.

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 š. 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 busband, 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 :

Tis I must make conclusion

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

Ii truth holds true contents.
You and you no cross shall part:

(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.
Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing,
Feed yourselves with questioning
That reason wonder may diminish,
How thus we met, and these things finish.

SONG.
Wedding is great Juno's croun;

O blessed 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 S. O, my drar niece, welcome thou art to me ;
Eren 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.)