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Touch. Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness ! sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it as it may be, I will marry thee, and to that end I have been with Sir Oliver Martext, the vicar of the next village, who hath promised to meet me in this place of the forest, and to couple us. Jaq. I would fain see this meeting.
[Aside. Aud. Well, the gods give us joy !
Touch. Amen. A man may, if he were of a fearful heart, stagger in this attempt; for here we have no temple but the wood, no assembly but horn-beasts. But what though? Courage! As horns are odious, they are necessary. It is said-Many a man knows no end of his goods: right; many a man has good horns, and knows no end of them. We that is the dowry of his wife; 'tis none of his own getting. Horns? ever to poor men alone ?the noblest deer hath them as huge as the rascal.3 Is the single man therefore blessed ? No: as a walled town is more worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a married man more honourable than the bare brow of a bachelor; and by how much defence is better than no skill, by so much is a horn more precious than to want. Here comes Sir Oliver.
Enter Sir OLIVER MARTEXT.
-Sir Oliver Martext, you are well met: Will you
despatch us here under this tree, or shall we go with you to your chapel
Sir Oli. Is there none here to give the woman ?
i Sir Oliver Martext] The title Sir was given to clergymen; that of Master specially to those who had taken the degree of M.A.
2 Horn-beasts] The allusion is to the horns of a cuckold.
3 The noblest deer, &c.] Rascal deer were lean deer.—Compare Othella, iii. 3, “ 'Tis the plague of great ones,' &c.
you, sir ?
Touch. I will not take her on gift of any man.
Sir Oli. Truly, she must be given, or the marriage is not lawful.
Jaq. [Discovering himself.] Proceed, proceed ; I'll give her. Touch. Good even, good Master What-ye-call’t: how do You are very well met: God 'ild you
your last company. I am very glad to see you.—Even a toy 2 in hand here, sir.–Nay, pray be covered.
Jaq. Will you be married, motley ?
Touch. As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his curb, and the falcon her bells, so man hath his desires; and as pigeons bill, so wedlock would be nibbling.
Jaq. And will you, being a man of your breeding, be married under a bush, like a beggar? Get you to church, and have a good priest that can tell you what marriage is. This fellow will but join you together as they join wainscot; then one of you will prove a shrunk panel, and like green timber warp, warp.
Touch. I am not in the mind but I were better to be married of him than of another : for he is not like to marry me well; and not being well married, it will be a good excuse for me hereafter to leave
wife. [Aside. Jaq. Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee.
Touch. Come, sweet Audrey; we must be married. Farewell, good master Oliver !--not
O sweet Oliver, 4
O brave Oliver,
1 God’ild you] God yield you, or reward you. A customary expression of gratitude in old times.
? A toy] A trifling matter.
Begone, I say,
[Exeunt JAQUES, TOUCHSTONE, and AUDREY. Sir Oli. 'Tis no matter; ne'er a fantastical knave of them all shall flout me out of my calling.
SCENE IV.-Another part of the Forest. Before a
Enter ROSALIND and CELIA.
Ros. Never talk to me; I will weep.
Cel. Do, I prithee; but yet have the grace to consider that tears do not become a man,
Ros. But have I not cause to weep.
Cel. Something browner than Judas's : marry, his kisses are Judas's own children.
Ros. I' faith, his hair is of a good colour.
Cel. An excellent colour : your chestnut was ever the only colour.
Ros. And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of holy bread.
Cel. He hath bought a pair of cast lips 2 of Diana : a nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of chastity is in them.
Ros. But why did he swear he would come this morning, and comes not?
| The dissembling colour] That of Judas's hair: yellow. 2 Cast lips]
Chaste,' the reading of the second folio, was, no djubt, the intended meaning: Lat. castus ; Ital. casto,
Cel. Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.
think so ? Cel. Yes: I think he is not a pick-purse nor a horsestealer;
but for his verity in love, I do think him as concavel as a covered goblet or a worm-eaten nut.
Ros. Not true in love?
Cel. Was is not is: besides, the oath of a lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster; they are both the confirmers of false reckonings. He attends here in the forest on the duke
father. Ros. I met the duke yesterday, and had much question with him. He asked me of what parentage I
I told him, of as good as he; so he laughed, and let me go. But what talk we 2 of fathers, when there is such a man as Orlando?
Cel. O, that's a brave man !3 He writes brave verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely, quite traverse, athwart the heart of his lover; as a puny tilter, that spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff 5 like a noble goose : but all's brave that youth mounts and folly guides.—Who comes here?
Concave] Hollow. 2 What talk we] Why talk we?-See note 3, p. 4.
A brave man] A fine fellow. * Quite traverse] Right across.
• His staf] His lance. • Look that my staves be sound.'-K. Richard III., v. 3.
Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess
Well, and what of him?
f you will see a pageant truly played, Between the pale complexion of true love And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain, Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you, If you
will mark it. Ros.
O, come, let us remove; The sight of lovers feedeth those in love :Bring us to see this sight, and you
say I'll prove a busy actor in their play.
SCENE V.-Another part of the Forest.
Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE.
Sil. Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not, Phebe :
you love me not; but say not so In bitterness. The common executioner, Whose heart the accustomed sight of death makes hard, Falls not the axe upon the humbled neck But first begs pardon : will you
sterner be Than he that dies and lives by bloody drops ?
Enter ROSALIND, Celia, and Corin, behind.