I'll have no husband, if you be not he:
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.
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.
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 I will not eat my word, now thou art mine;Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.
Enter JAQUES DE BOYS JAQUES DE BOYS 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 exiled. This to be true, I do engage my life. DUKE SENIOR Welcome, 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. 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 BOYS He hath. JAQUES To 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. 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 Iwould kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that Idefied 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