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Touch. By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear such a foolish song. God be with you, and God mend your voices! Come, Audrey. [exeunt.
SCENE IV. ANOTHER PART OF THE FOREST.
Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando,
Duke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the
Duke S. That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her.
Ros. And you say you will have her, when I bring her? [to Orlando. Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king. Ros. You say, you'll marry me, if I be willing? [to Phebe. Phe. That will I, should I die the hour after. Ros. But, if you do refuse to marry me, You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd? Phe. So is the bargain.
Ros. You say, that you'll have Phebe, if she [to Silvius. Sil. Though to have her and death were both one thing.
Ros. I have promis'd to make all this matter
[exeunt Rosalind and Celia. 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,
Enter Touchstone and Audrey.
Jaq. 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!
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 flattered 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.
Jaq. And how was that ta'en up?
Touch. 'Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the seventh cause.
Duke S. I like him very well.
Touch. God 'ild you, sir; I desire you of the
like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl,
Jaq. But, for the seventh cause; how did you find the quarrel on the seventh cause?
Touch. Upon a lie seven times reinoved.-Bear your body more seeming, Audrey: as thus, sir. I did dislike 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 mind it was: this is called the retort courteous. If I sent him word again, it was not well cut, he would send me word, he cut it to please himself; this is called the quip modest. If again, it was not well cut, he disabled my judgement: this is called the reply churlish. If again, it was not well cut, he would answer, I spake not true: this is called the reproof valiant. If again, it was not well cut, he would say, I lie: This is called the countercheck quarrelsome; and so to the lie circumstantial, and the lie direct.
Jaq. And how oft did you say, his beard was not well cut?
Touch. I durst go no further than the lie circumstantial, nor he durst not give me the lie direct; and so we measured swords and parted.
Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie?
Touch. O, sir, we quarrel in print, by the book; as you have books for good manners: I will name you the degrees. The first, the retort courteous; the second, the quip modest; the third, the reply churlish; the fourth, the reproof valiant; the fifth, the countercheck quarrelsome; the sixth, the lie with circumstance; the seventh, the lie direct. All these you may avoid, but the lie direct; and you may avoid that too, with an if. I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel; but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an if; as, if you said so, then I said so; and they shook hands, and swore brothers. Your if is the only peace-maker; much virtue in if.
Jaq. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he's
Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, |
Good duke, receive thy daughter,
That thou might'st join her hand with his,
Ros. To you I give myself, for I am your's. [to Duke. To you I give myself, for I am your's. [to Orlando. Duke S. If there be truth iu sight, you are my daughter. [Rosalind. you are my
Orl. If there be truth in sight, 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:
'Tis I must make conclusion
Of these most strange events: Here's eight that must take hands, To join in Hymen's bands,
His crown bequeathing to his banished brother;
Duke S. Welcome, young man ;
Thou offer'st fairly to thy brother's wedding:
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;
If 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.
Wedding is great Juno's crown;
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 dear niece, welcome thou art
Even daughter, welcome in no less degree.
Enter Jaques De Bois. Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a word
I am the second son of old Sir Rowland,
[to Duke S. Your patience and your virtue, well deserves it:— You, to a love that your true faith doth merit :[to Orlando. You to your land, and love, and great allies: [to Oliver. You to a long and well-deserved bed:-[to Silvius. And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage [to Touchstone. Is but for two months victuall'd. So to your pleaI am for other than for dancing measures. [sures; Duke S. Stay, Jaques, stay.
Jaq. To see no pastime, I :—what you would I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. Duke S. Proceed, proceed: we will begin these rites,
Andwe do trust they'll end intruc 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 charge you, O I'll begin with the women. women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of this play as please 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, complexions that liked me, and breaths that I defied not; and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces,or sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make curt'sy, bid me farewell. [excunt
SCENE I. A ROOM OF STATE IN LEAR'S PALACE.
Glo. It did always seem to us; but now, in the division of the kingdom, it appears not which of the dukes he values most; for equalities are so weighed, that curiosity in neither can make choice of either's moiety.
Kent. Is not this your son, my lord?
Glo. His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge: I have so often blushed to acknowledge him, that now I am brazed to it.
Oswald, Steward to Goneril
Servants to Cornwall
Kent. I cannot conceive you.
Glo. Sir, this young fellow's mother could: whereupon she grew round-wombed; and had, indeed, sir, a son for her cradle, ere she had a husband for her bed. Do you smell a fault?
Daughters to Lear.
Knights, attending on the King; Officers, Messcrigers, Sol diers, and Attendants
Glo. I shall, my liege. [ex. Glos. and Edmund. Lear. Meantime, we shall express our darker [vided, Give me the map there. Know that we have diIn three, our kingdom: and 'tis our fast intent To shake all cares and business from our age; Conferring them on younger strengths, while we Unburden'd crawl toward death. Our son of
And you, our no less loving son of Albany,
Great rivals in our youngest daughter's love,
Kent. I cannot wish the fault undone, the Interest of territory, cares of state), issue of it being so proper.
Glo. But I have, sir, a son by order of law,
Glo. My lord of Kent: remember him here- A love, that makes breath poor, and speech unafter as my honourable friend. Beyond all manner of so much I love you. [able; Cor. What shall Cordelia do? Love, and be silent. [aside. Lear. Of all these bounds, even from this line to this,
Edm. My services to your lordship. Kent. I must love you, and sue to know you Edm. Sir, I shall study deserving. [better. Glo. He hath been out nine years, and away he shall again!-The king is coming. [trumpets sound within. Enter Lear, Cornwall, Albany, Goneril, Regan, Cordelia, and Attendants. Lear. Attend the lords of France and Burgundy, Gloster.
Which of you, shall we say, doth love us most?
Gon. Sir, I
With shadowy forests and with champains rich'd,
And prize me at her worth. In my true heart
Let pride, which she calls plainness, marry her.
Which the most precious square of sense possesses; With reservation of an hundred knights, [course,
Cor. Then poor Cordelia!
And yet not so; since, I am sure, my love's
Lear. To thee, and thine, hereditary ever,
Lear. Nothing can come of nothing: speak
Lear. How, how, Cordelia? mend your speech
Cor. Good, my lord,
You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me: I
Half my love with him, half my care, and duty:
Lear. But goes this with thy heart?
Lear. So young, and so untender?
From whom we do exist, and cease to be;
Kent. Good my liege,-
Come not between the dragon and his wrath;
Her father's heart from her!
Revenue, execution of the rest,
Beloved sons, be yours; which to confirm,
Whom I have honour'd as my king,
Kill thy physician, and the fee bestow
Or, whilst I can vent clamour from my throat,
Lear. Hear me, recreant!
On thine allegiance, hear me !—
Since thou hast sought to make us break our vow (Which we durst never yet) and, with strain'd pride
To come betwixt our sentence and our power
The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid,
Glo. Here's France and Burgundy, my noble Lear. My lord of Burgundy, [lord. We first address towards you, who with this king Hath rivall'd for our daughter. What, in the least, Will you require in present dower with her, Or cease your quest of love?
Bur. Most royal majesty,
I crave no more than hath your highness offer'd, Nor will you tender less,
Lear. Right noble Burgundy,
When she was dear to us, we did hold her so;
Bur. I kno v no answer.
Will you, with those infirmities she owes,
Bur. Pardon me, royal sir;
Lear. Then leave her, sir; for by the power that made me,
1 tell you all her wealth.-For you, great king, [to France.
I would not from your love make such a stray,
France. This is mest strange!
That she, that even but now was your best object,
That monsters it, or your fore-vouch'd affection
Cor. I yet beseech your majesty, (If for I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not; since what I well I'll do't before speak,) that you make known It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, That hath depriv'd me of your grace and favour: But even for want of that, for which I am richer; A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue That I am glad I have not, though, not to have it, Hath lost me in your liking.
Lear. Better thou
[Flourish: exeunt Lear, Burgundy, Cornwall,
Gon. Prescribe not us our duties.
Be, to content your lord; who hath receiv'd you
Cor. Time shall unfold what plaited cunning Who cover faults, at last shame them derides. Well may you prosper!
France. Come, my fair Cordelia
[exeunt France and Cordelia. Gon. Sister, it is not a little I have to say, of what most nearly appertains to us both. I think, our father will hence to-night.
Reg. That's most certain, and with you; next month with us.
Gon. You see how full of changes his age is