you shall be married to morrow; [To Orl.] I will content you, if, what pleafes you, contents you; and you fhall be married to morrow. [To Sil.] As you love Rofalind, meet, as you love Phebe, meet; and as I love no woman, I'll meet. So far you well; I have left you

Clo. To morrow is the joyful day, Audrey: to morrow will we be married.

Aud. I do defire it with all my heart; and, I hope, it is no dishoneft defire, to defire to be a woman of the world. Here come two of the banish'd Duke's pages.

Enter two pages.

honeft gentleman.

come, fit, fit, and a

1 Page. Well met,
Clo. By my troth, well met:

Song.

2 Page. We are for you, fit i'th' middle.

1 Page. Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking, or fpitting, or faying we are hoarfe, which are the only prologues to a bad voice?

2 Page. I'faith, i'faith, and both in a tune, like two 'Gypfies on a horse.

S O N G.

It was a lover and his lafs,

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

In the fpring time; the pretty fpring time,
When birds do fing, bey ding a ding, ding,
Sweet lovers love the spring.

And therefore take the prefent time,
With a bey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
For love is crowned with the prime,
In the fpring time, &c.

Between the acres of the rye,

With a bey, and a ho, and a hey nonino.
Thefe pretty country folks would lye,
In the fpring time, &c.

The Carrol they began that hour,

With a bey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that a life was but a flower,

In the fpring time, &c.

Clo. Truly, young gentleman, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untimeable. (13)

1 Page. You are deceiv'd, Sir, we kept time, we loft not our time.

Clo. By my troth, yes: I count it but time loft to hear fuch a foolish Song. God b'w'y you, and God mend your voices. Come, Audrey.

[Exeunt.

SCENE changes to another Part of the Foreft.

Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando,

Oliver, and Celia.

Duke Sen. OST thou believe, Orlando, that the boy

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Can do all this that he hath promised?

Orla. I fometimes do believe, and fometimes do not; As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.

Enter Rofalind, Silvius, and Phebe.

Rof. Patience once more, whiles our compact is urg'd:

(13) Truly, young Gentleman, tho' there was no great Matter in the Ditty, yet the Note was very untuneable.] Tho' it is thus in all the printed Copies, it is evident from the fequel of the Dialogue, that the Poet wrote as I have reform'd in the Text, untimeable. Time, and Tune, are frequently mifprinted for one another in the old Editions of Shakespeare. VOL. II. You

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You fay, if I bring in your Refalind,
You will beftow her on Orlando here?

[To the Duke.

Duke Sen. That would I, had I Kingdoms to give

with her.

Rof. And you fay, you will have her when I bring

her? [To Orlando. Orla. That would I, were I of all Kingdoms King. Rof. You fay, you'll marry me, if I be willing?

[To Phebe. Phe. That will I, fhould I die the hour after. Rof. But if you do refufe to marry me, You'll give yourself to this molt faithful shepherd. Phe. So is the bargain.

Rof. You fay, that you'll have Phebe, if the will?

[To Silvius. Sil. Tho' to have her and death were both one thing.

Rof. I've promis'd to make all this matter even ;
Keep you your word, O Duke, to give your daughter;
You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter :
Keep your word, Phebe, that you'll marry me,
Or elfe refufing me, to wed this fhepherd.
Keep your word, Sylvius, that you'll marry her,
If the refufe me; and from hence I go

To make thefe doubts all even. [Exe. Rof. and Celia.
Duke Sen. I do remember in this fhepherd-boy
Some lively touches of my daughter's favour.

Orla. My Lord, the first time that I ever faw him,
Methought, he was a brother to your daughter;

But, my good Lord, this boy is forest born,
And hath been tutor'd in the rudiments
Of many defperate ftudies by his uncle;
Whom he reports to be a great magician,
Qbfcured in the circle of this foreft.

Enter Clown and Audrey.

Jaq. There is, fure, another flood toward, and these couples are coming to the Ark. Here come a pair of very ftrange beafts, which in all tongues are call'd fools.

Clo. Salutation, and greeting, to you all!

Jag.

Faq. Good my Lord, bid him welcome. This is the motley-minded gentleman, that I have fo often met in the foreft: he hath been a Courtier, he swears.

Clo. If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation. I have trod a measure; I have flatter'd a lady; I have been politick with my friend, smooth with mine enemy; I have undone three taylors; I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought one.

Jaq. And how was That ta'en, up?

Clo. 'Faith, we met; and found, the quarrel was upon the feventh caufe.

Jaq. How the feventh caufe?.

this fellow.

Duke Sen. I like him very well.

-good my lord, like

Clo. God'ild you, Sir, I defire you of the like: I prefs in here, Sir, amongst the reft of the country copulatives, to fwear, and to forfwear, according as marriage binds, and blood breaks: a poor virgin, Sir, an ill-favour'd thing, Sir, but mine own; a poor humour of mine, Sir, to take That that no man elfe will. Rich honesty dwells like a mifer, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl, in your foul oyster.

Duke Sen. By my faith, he is very fwift and fententious.

Clo. According to the fool's bolt, Sir, and fuch dulcet diseases.

Faq. But, for the feventh caufe; how did you find the quarrel on the seventh cause ?

Clo. Upon a lie feven times removed; (bear your body more feeming, Audrey) as thu, Sir; I did dislike the cut of a certain Courtier's beard; he fent me word, if I faid his beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it was. This is call'd the Retort courteous. If I fent him word again, it was not well cut, he would fend me word, he cut it to please himself. This is call'd the Quip modeft. If again, it was not well cut, he difabled my judgment. This is call'd the Reply churlish. If again, it was not well cut, he would anfwer, I fpake not true. This is call'd the Reproof valiant. If again, it was not well cut, he would fay, I lie. This is call'd P 2

the

the Countercheck quarrelsome; and fo, the Lye circumftantial, and the Lye direct.

Jaq. And how oft did you fay, his beard was not well cut?

Clo. I durft go no further than the Lye circumftantial; nor he durft not give me the Lye direct, and so we meafur'd fwords and parted.

Jaq. Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the Lye?

Clo. O Sir, we quarrel in print, by the book; as you have books for good manners. (14) I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort courteous; the fecond, the Quip modeft; the third, the Reply churlish; the fourth, the Reproof valiant; the fifth, the Countercheck quarrelfome; the fixth, the Lye with circumftance; the feventh, the Lye direct. All these you may avoid, but the Lye direct; and you may avoid that too, with an If. I knew, when seven Juftices could not take up a quarrel; but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an If; as, if you faid fo, then I faid fo; and they fhook hands, and fwore brothers. Your If is the only peace-maker; much virtue in If.

Jaq. Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he's good at any thing, and yet a fool.

(14) 0, Sir, we quarrel in Print; by the Book; as you bave Books for good Manners.] The Poet throughout this Scene has with great Humour and Address rallied the Mode, fo prevailing in his Time, of formal Duelling. Nor could he treat it with a happier Contempt, than by making his Clown fo knowing in all its Forms and Preliminaries. It was in Queen Elizabeth's Reign, that pushing with the Rapier, or small Sword, was firft pra&tis'd in England. And the boisterous Gallants fell into the Fashion with fo much Zeal, that they did not content themselves with practifing at Sword in the Schools; but they ftudied the Theory of the Art, the Grounding of Quarrels, and the Process of giving and receiving Challenges, from Lewis de Caranza's Treatife of Fencing, Vincentio Saviola's Practice of the Rapier and Dagger, and Giacomo Di Graffi's Art of Defence; with many other Inftructions upon the feveral Branches of the Science.

Duke Sex.