Act V, Scene iv:
Another part of the Forest.

[Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, JAQUES, ORLANDO, OLIVER, and CELIA.]

DUKE SENIOR:

Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy

Can do all this that he hath promised?

ORLANDO:

I sometimes do believe and sometimes do not:

As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.

[Enter ROSALIND, SILVIUS, and PHEBE.]

ROSALIND:

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 SENIOR:

That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her.

ROSALIND:

And you say you will have her when I bring her?[To Orlando.]

ORLANDO:

That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.

ROSALIND:

You say you'll marry me, if I be willing?[To Phebe.]

PHEBE:

That will I, should I die the hour after.

ROSALIND:

But if you do refuse to marry me,

You'll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd?

PHEBE:

So is the bargain.

ROSALIND:

You say that you'll have Phebe, if she will?[To Silvius.]

SILVIUS:

Though to have her and death were both one thing.

ROSALIND:

I have 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 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.]

DUKE SENIOR:

I do remember in this shepherd-boy

Some lively touches of my daughter's favour.

ORLANDO:

My 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.

JAQUES:

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.

[Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.]

TOUCHSTONE:

Salutation and greeting to you all!

JAQUES:

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.

TOUCHSTONE:

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.

JAQUES:

And how was that ta'en up?

TOUCHSTONE:

Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the seventh cause.

JAQUES:

How seventh cause? Good my lord, like this fellow.

DUKE SENIOR:

I like him very well.

TOUCHSTONE:

God '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 man else will; rich

honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor-house; as your

pearl in your foul oyster.

DUKE SENIOR:

By my faith, he is very swift and sententious.

TOUCHSTONE:

According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such dulcet diseases.

JAQUES:

But, for the seventh cause; how did you find the quarrel on

the seventh cause?

TOUCHSTONE:

Upon 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

lie: this is called the Countercheck quarrelsome: and so, to the

Lie circumstantial, and the Lie direct.

JAQUES:

And how oft did you say his beard was not well cut?

TOUCHSTONE:

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.

JAQUES:

Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie?

TOUCHSTONE:

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.'

JAQUES:

Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he's as good at anything, and

yet a fool.

DUKE SENIOR:

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.]

HYMEN:

Then 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.

ROSALIND:

[To DUKE SENIOR.] To you I give myself, for I am yours.

[To ORLANDO.] To you I give myself, for I am yours.

DUKE SENIOR:

If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter.

ORLANDO:

If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind.

PHEBE:

If sight and shape be true,

Why then, my love, adieu!

ROSALIND:

[To DUKE SENIOR.] I'll have no father, if you be not he;—

[To ORLANDO.] I'll have no husband, if you be not he;—

[To PHEBE.] Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she.

HYMEN:

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,

If truth holds true contents.

[To ORLANDO and ROSALIND.] You and you no cross shall part:

[To OLIVER and CELIA.] You and you are heart in heart;

[To PHEBE.] You to his love must accord,

Or have a woman to your lord:—

[To TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.] 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.

SONG

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 SENIOR:

O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me!

Even daughter, welcome in no less degree.

PHEBE:

[To SILVIUS.] I will not eat my word, now thou art mine;

Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.

[Enter JAQUES DE BOIS.]

JAQUES DE BOIS:

Let 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 exil'd. This to be true

I do engage my life.

DUKE SENIOR:

Welcome, young man:

Thou offer'st fairly to thy brother's 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 endur'd 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.

JAQUES:

Sir, by your patience. If I heard you rightly,

The duke hath put on a religious life,

And thrown into neglect the pompous court?

JAQUES DE BOIS:

He hath.

JAQUES:

To him will I: out of these convertites

There is much matter to be heard and learn'd.—

You[To DUKE SENIOR]to your former honour I bequeath;

Your patience and your virtue well deserves it:—

You[To ORLANDO]to a love that your true faith doth merit:—

You[To OLIVER]to your land, and love, and great allies:—

You[To SILVIUS]to a long and well-deserved bed:—

And you[To TOUCHSTONE]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.

DUKE SENIOR:

Stay, Jaques, stay.

JAQUES:

To see no pastime I; what you would have

I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave.

[Exit.]

DUKE SENIOR:

Proceed, proceed: we will begin these rites,

As we do trust they'll end, in true delights.

[A dance.]

EPILOGUE

ROSALIND:

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'll begin with the women. I charge

you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of

this play as please you: and I charge you, O men, for the love

you bear to women;—as I perceive by your simpering, none of you

hates 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 curtsy,

bid me farewell.

[Exeunt.]