Duke Sen. He ufes his folly like a ftalking-horfe, and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

Enter Hymen, Rofalind in woman's cloaths,
and Celia.

STILL MUSICK.

Hym. Then is there mirth in heav'n,
When earthly things made even
Atone together.

Good Duke, receive thy daughter,
Hymen from heaven brought her,
Yea, brought her hither:

That thou might ft join her hand with his,
Whofe heart within his bofom is.

Rof. To you I give my self; for I am yours.

To you I give my felf; for I am yours.

[To the Duke.

[To Orlando.

Duke Sen. If there be truth in fight, you are my daughter.

Orla. If there be truth in fight, you are my Rofa

lind.

Phe. If fight and shape be true,

Why, then my love adieu!

Rof. I'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 fhe.
Hym. Peace, hoa! I bar confufion:

"Tis I muft make conclufion

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 fure together,
As the winter to foul weather :

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Whiles

Whiles a wedlock-hymn we fing,
Feed your felves with queftioning:
That reafon wonder may diminish,

How thus we meet, and these things finish.

S ONG.

Wedding is great Juno's Crown,
O bleffed 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 Sen. O my dear neice, welcome thou art to me, Ev'n daughter-welcome, in no lefs degree.

Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine; Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.

Enter Jaques de Boys.

Faq. de B. Let me have audience for a word or two: I am the fecond fon of old Sir Rowland,

That bring these tidings to this fair affembly.
Duke Frederick hearing, how that every day
Men of great worth reforted to this foreft,
Addrefs'd a mighty power, which were on foot
In his own conduct purposely to take
His brother here, and put him to the fword:
And to the skirts of this wild wood he came,
Where meeting with an old religious man,
After fome queftion with him, was converted
Both from his enterprize, and from the world;
His Crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother,
And all their lands reftor'd to them again,
That were with him exil'd. This to be true,
I do engage my

life.

Duke Sen. Welcome, young man :

Thou offer'ft fairly to thy brother's wedding;
To one, his lands with-held; and to the other,
A land it felf at large, a potent Dukedom.
First, in this foreft, let us do thofe ends

That

AS YOU LIKE IT. ere were well begun, and well begot: fter, every of this happy number,

ve endur'd fhrewd days and nights with us,
are the good of our returned fortune,
ng to the measure of their states.
me, forget this new-fall'n dignity,
into our ruftick revelry:

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mufick; and you brides and bridegrooms all, easure heap'd in joy, to th' measures fall. Sir, by your patience: if I heard you rightly, ake hath put on a religious life,

rown into neglect the pompous Court.

de B. He hath.

To him will I: out of thefe convertites

s much matter to be heard and learn'd.

your former Honour I bequeath, [To the Duke. atience and your virtue well deserve it.

a love, that your true faith doth merit;

[ To Orla.

your land, and love, and great allies;

a long and well deserved bed ;
ou to wrangling; for thy loving voyage

[To Oli. [To Silv.

[To the Clown. for two months victual'd: fo to your pleasures: or other than for dancing measures.

Sen. Stay, Jaques, ftay.

. To fee no paftime, I: what you would have, y to know at your abandon'd Cave.

[Exit. Fe Sen. Proceed, proceed; we will begin these

rites;

e do trust they'll end, in true delights.

EPILOGUE.

It is not the fashion to fee the lady the Epibut it is no more unhandsome, than to see the lord ologue. If it be true, that good wine needs no 'tis true, that a good Play needs no Epilogue. Yet od wine they do ufe good bufhes; and gocd Plays prove

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prove the better by the help of good Epilogues. What a cafe am I in then, that am neither a good Epilogue, nor can infinuate with you in the behalf of a good Play? I am not furnish'd 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 pleafes you: and I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women, (as I perceive by your fimpring, none of you hate them) that between you and the women, the Play may please. If I were a woman, I would kifs as many of you as had beards that pleas'd me, complexions that lik'd me, and breaths that I defy'd not: and, I am fure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, will for my kind offer, when I make curt'fie, bid me farewel.

[Exeunt omnes.