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 hope it is no dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman of the world.1 Here comes two of the banished duke's pages. Enter two Pages. 1 Page. Well met, honest gentleman. Touch. By my troth, well met: Come, sit, sit, and a song. 2 Page. We are for you: sit i' the middle. 1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse; which are the only prologues to a bad voice? 2 Page. I'faith, i'faith; and both in a tune, like two gypsies 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 rank 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 time, &c. IV. And therefore take the present time, Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untunable. 1 Page. You are deceived, sir; we kept time, we lost not our time. 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. ter; Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me ; [Exeunt Ros. and Cel. 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! 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 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. Jag. How seventh cause? Good my lord, like this fellow. Duke S. I like him very well. SCENE IV-Another part of the Forest. Enter Touch. God 'ild you, sir; I desire you of the Duke senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, like. I press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the and Celia. country copulatives, to swear, and to forswear; acDuke S. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy cording as marriage binds, and blood breaks:-A Can do all this that he hath promised? Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not; As those that fear they hope, and know they fear. Enter Rosalind, Silvius, and Phebe. Ros. Patience once more, whiles our compact is urg'd: You say, if I bring in your Rosalind, [To the Duke. You will bestow her on Orlando here? Duke S. That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her. (1) A married woman. 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 the quarrel on the seventh cause? Touch. Upon a lie seven times removed;-Bear (2) A stately solemn dance. 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 judgment: 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? You and you no cross shall part: [To Orlando and Rosalind. You and you are heart in heart: [To Oliver and Celia. [To Touchstone and Audrey. As the winter to foul weather. Wedding is great Juno's crown; O blessed bond of board and bed! High wedlock then be honoured; Duke S. O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me; Enter Jaques de Bois. [To Silvius. 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 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.3 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 as good at any thing, and yet a fool. Duke S. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the presentation of that, he shoots his wit. Enter Hymen, leading Rosalind in woman's clothes; and Celia. Still music. Hym. Then is there mirth in heaven, Good duke, receive thy daughter, Yea, brought her hither; That thou might'st join her hand with his, Whose heart within her bosom is. Ros. To you I give myself, for I am yours. [To Duke S. To you I give myself, for I am yours. [To Orl. Duke S. 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 :- I'll have no husband, if you be not he:- Hym. Peace, ho! I bar confusion : Of these most strange events: If truth holds true contents. (1) Seemly. (2) Unless truth fails of veracity. I Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a word or am the second son of old sir Rowland, Duke S. Welcome, young man ; Play, music;-and you brides and bridegrooms all, Jaq. To him will I: out of these convertites [To Duke S. Your patience, and your virtue, well deserves it :You [To Orlando.] to a love, that your true faith doth merit: (3) Bind. You [To Oliver.] to your land, and love, and great not become me; my way is, to conjure you; and bed: this play as please them: and so I charge you, O And you [To Touchstone.] to wrangling; for thy men, for the love you bear to women, (as I perceive loving voyage by your simpering, none of you hate them,) that Is but for two months victuall'd:-So to your plea-between you and the women, the play may please. sures; I am for other than for dancing measures. Jaq. To see no pastime, I:-what you would have I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. [Exit. Duke S. Proceed, proceed: we will begin these rites, And we do trust they'll end in true delights. EPILOGUE. [A dance. If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you Of this play the fable is wild and pleasing. I 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 that am neither a good epilogue, nor cannot insi- dialogue between the usurper and the hermit, and nuate 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. JOHNSON. Parolles, a follower of Bertram. Diana, daughter to the widow. } Several young French Lords, that serve with Ber- Mariana, neighbours and friends to the widow. Steward,} Clown, A Page. tram in the Florentine war. servants to the Countess of Rousillon. ACT I. SCENE I.-Rousillon. A Room in the Countess's Palace. Enter Bertram, the Countess of Rousillon, Helena, and Lafeu, in mourning. Countess. Lords, attending on the King; Officers, Soldiers, &c. French and Florentine. Scene, partly in France, and partly in Tuscany. Ber. I heard not of it before. Laf. I would, it were not notorious.-Was this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de Narbon? Count. His sole child, my lord; and bequeathed to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her good, that her education promises: her dispositions she inherits, which make fair gifts fairer; for where IN delivering my son from me, I bury a second an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there husband. commendations go with pity, they are virtues and Ber. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my traitors too; in her they are the better for their father's death anew: but I must attend his majes- simpleness; she derives her honesty, and achieves ty's command, to whom I am now in ward,' ever- 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; lets it be Count. What hope is there of his majesty's rather thought you affect a sorrow, than to have. Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it amendment? Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; under whose practices he hath persecuted time too. 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. This young gentlewoman had a father (0, that had ! how sad a passage 'tis !) whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack of work. 'Would, for the king's sake, he were living! I think, it would be the death of the king's disease. Laf. How called you the man you speak of, madam? Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal. Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes. Count. Be thou blest, Bertram! and succeed In manners, as in shape! thy blood, and virtue, Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few, 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 king But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more will, very lately spoke of him, admiringly, and mourn- That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck ingly he was skilful enough to have lived still, if down, : knowledge could be set up against mortality. Fall on thy head! Farewell.-My lord, (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 through her mind. (3) Qualities of good breeding and erudition. (5) All appearance of life. (6) i. e. That may help thee with more and bet Iter qualifications. 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. ginity, 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! Bela 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. Laf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold the One that goes with him: I love him for his sake; That they take place, when virtue's steely bones Hel. And you, monárch. Par. No. Hel. And no. Par. Are you meditating on virginity? Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you; let me ask you a question: Man is enemy to virginity; how may we barricado it against him? Par. Keep him out. Hel. But he assails; and our virginity, though valiant in the defence, yet is weak: unfold to us Some warlike resistance. Par. There is none; man, sitting down before you, will undermine you, and blow you up. Hel. Bless our poor virginity from underminers, and blowers up!-Is there no military policy, how virgins might blow up men? Par. Virginity, being blown down, man will quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with the breach yourselves made, you lose your city. It is not politic in the commonwealth of nature, to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase; and there was never virgin got, till virginity was first lost. That, you were made of, is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be ten times found: by being ever kept, it is ever lost: 'tis too cold a companion; away with it. Hel. I will stand for't a little, though therefore I die a virgin. (1) i. e. May you be mistress of your wishes, and have power to bring them to effect. (2) Helena considers her heart as the tablet on which his resemblance was portrayed. (3) Peculiarity of feature. (4) Countenance. a desperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but lose by't; Out with't: within ten years it will make itself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the principal itself not much the worse: Away with't. Hel. How might one do, sir, to lose it to her own liking? Par. Let me see: Marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it likes. "Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with lying; the longer kept, the less worth: off with't, while 'tis vendible: answer the time of request. Virginity, like an old courtjer, wears her cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable: just like the brooch and toothpick, which wear not now: Your date is better in your pie and your porridge, than in your cheek: And your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our French withered pears; it looks ill, it eats dryly; marry, 'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better; marry, yet, 'tis a withered pear: Will you any thing with it? Hel. Not my virginity yet. There shall your master have a thousand loves, Hel. That I wish well.-'Tis pity- Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't, |