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Act V, Scene 4
1The forest.
2Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, Jaques, Orlando, Oliver, and Celia.
3Duke SeniorDost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy
Can do all this that he hath promised?
4OrlandoI sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not;
As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.
5Enter Rosalind, Silvius, and Phebe.
6RosalindPatience once more, whiles our compact is urged:
You say, if I bring in your Rosalind,
You will bestow her on Orlando here?
7Duke SeniorThat would I, had I kingdoms to give with her.
8RosalindAnd you say, you will have her, when I bring her?
9OrlandoThat would I, were I of all kingdoms king.
10RosalindYou say, you’ll marry me, if I be willing?
11PhebeThat will I, should I die the hour after.
12RosalindBut if you do refuse to marry me,
You’ll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd?
13PhebeSo is the bargain.
14RosalindYou say, that you’ll have Phebe, if she will?
15SilviusThough to have her and death were both one thing.
16RosalindI have promised 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 else refusing me, to wed this shepherd:
Keep your word, Silvius, that you’ll marry her.
If she refuse me: and from hence I go,
To make these doubts all even. Exeunt Rosalind and Celia.
17Duke SeniorI do remember in this shepherd boy
Some lively touches of my daughter’s favour.
18OrlandoMy lord, the first time that I ever saw 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 desperate studies by his uncle,
Whom he reports to be a great magician,
Obscured in the circle of this forest.
19Enter Touchstone and Audrey.
20JaquesThere 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.
21TouchstoneSalutation and greeting to you all!
22JaquesGood 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.
23TouchstoneIf 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.
24JaquesAnd how was that ta’en up?
25TouchstoneFaith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the seventh cause.
26JaquesHow seventh cause? Good my lord, like this fellow.
27Duke SeniorI like him very well.
28TouchstoneGod “ild you, sir; I desire you of the like. I press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the country copulatives, to swear and to forswear: according as marriage 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.
29Duke SeniorBy my faith, he is very swift and sententious.
30TouchstoneAccording to the fool’s bolt, sir, and such dulcet diseases.
31JaquesBut, for the seventh cause; how did you find the quarrel on the seventh cause?
32TouchstoneUpon a lie seven times removed:—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 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 lied: this is called the Counter-cheque Quarrelsome: and so to the Lie Circumstantial and the Lie Direct.
33JaquesAnd how oft did you say his beard was not well cut?
34TouchstoneI durst go no further than the Lie Circumstantial, nor he durst not give me the Lie Direct; and so we measured swords and parted.
35JaquesCan you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie?
36TouchstoneO 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 Countercheque 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 peacemaker; much virtue in If.
37JaquesIs not this a rare fellow, my lord? he’s as good at any thing and yet a fool.
38Duke SeniorHe uses his folly like a stalking-horse and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.
39Enter Hymen, Rosalind, and Celia.
40Still Music.
41HymenThen is there mirth in heaven,
When earthly things made even
Atone together.
Good duke, receive thy daughter
Hymen from heaven brought her,
Yea, brought her hither,
That thou mightst join her hand with his
Whose heart within his bosom is.
42RosalindTo Duke Senior. To you I give myself, for I am yours.
To Orlando. To you I give myself, for I am yours.
43Duke SeniorIf there be truth in sight, you are my daughter.
44OrlandoIf there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind.
45PhebeIf sight and shape be true,
Why then, my love adieu!
46RosalindI’ll have no father, if you be not he:
I’ll have no husband, if you be not he:
Nor ne’er wed woman, if you be not she.
47HymenPeace, 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,
If truth holds true contents.
You and you no cross shall part:
You and you are heart in heart
You to his love must accord,
Or have a woman to your lord:
You and you are sure together,
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.
48Song.
49Wedding 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!
50Duke SeniorO my dear niece, welcome thou art to me!
Even daughter, welcome, in no less degree.
51PhebeI will not eat my word, now thou art mine;
Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.
52Enter Jaques de Boys.
53Jaques de BoysLet me have audience for a word or two:
I am the second son of old Sir Rowland,
That bring these tidings to this fair assembly.
Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day
Men of great worth resorted to this forest,
Address’d a mighty power; which were on foot,
In his own conduct, purposely to take
His brother here and put him to the sword:
And to the skirts of this wild wood he came;
Where meeting with an old religious man,
After some question with him, was converted
Both from his enterprise and from the world,
His crown bequeathing to his banish’d brother,
And all their lands restored to them again
That were with him exiled. This to be true,
I do engage my life.
54Duke SeniorWelcome, young man;
Thou offer’st fairly to thy brothers’ wedding:
To one his lands withheld, and to the other
A land itself at large, a potent dukedom.
First, in this forest, let us do those ends
That here were well begun and well begot:
And after, every of this happy number
That have endured shrewd days and nights with us
Shall share the good of our returned fortune,
According to the measure of their states.
Meantime, forget this new-fall’n dignity
And fall into our rustic revelry.
Play, music! And you, brides and bridegrooms all,
With measure heap’d in joy, to the measures fall.
55JaquesSir, by your patience. If I heard you rightly,
The duke hath put on a religious life
And thrown into neglect the pompous court?
56Jaques De boysHe hath.
57JaquesTo him will I: out of these convertites
There is much matter to be heard and learn’d.
To Duke Senior. You to your former honour I bequeath;
Your patience and your virtue well deserves it:
To Orlando. You to a love that your true faith doth merit:
To Oliver. You to your land and love and great allies:
To Silvius. You to a long and well-deserved bed:
To Touchstone. And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage
Is but for two months victuall’d. So, to your pleasures:
I am for other than for dancing measures.
58Duke SeniorStay, Jaques, stay.
59JaquesTo see no pastime I what you would have
I’ll stay to know at your abandon’d cave. Exit.
60Duke SeniorProceed, proceed: we will begin these rites,
As we do trust they’ll end, in true delights. A dance.