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Here's eight that must take hands,
If truth holds true contents.
[To ORLANDO and ROSALIND. You and you are heart in heart:
[To OLIVER and CELIA.
[To TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.
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 S. O my dear niece, welcome thou art
Even daughter, welcome in no less degree.
Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.t
Enter JAQUES DE BOIS.
I am the second son of old Sir Rowland,
His brother here, and put him to the sword:
Duke S. Welcome, young man;
And fall into our rustic revelry:-
[fall. With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures Jaq. Sir, by your patience; If I heard you rightly,
The duke hath put on a religious life,
Jaq. To him will I; out of these convertites
[TO DUKE S. 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 victual'd:-So to your
I am for other than for dancing measures.
Jaq. To see no pastime, I:-what you would
I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave.
[Exit. Duke S. Proceed, proceed: we will begin these rites,
And we do trust they'll end in true delights.
Ros. 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 them: and so I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women, (as perceive by your simpering, none of you hate 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 [Exeunt. curt'sy, bid me farewell.
SCENE I.-Rousillon.-A Room in the Countess' Palace.
Enter BERTRAM, the COUNTESS of ROUSILLON,
Ber. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my father's death anew: but I must attend his majesty's command, to whom I am now in ward, evermore in subjection.
Laf. You shall find of the king a husband, madam;-you, Sir, a father: He that so generally is at all times good, must of necessity hold his virtue to you; whose worthiness would stir it up where it wanted, rather than lack it where there is such abundance.
Count. What hope is there of his majesty's amendment?
Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians, madam; under whose practices he hath persecut ed time with hope; and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time.
Count. This young gentlewoman had a father, (O, that had! how sad a passage 'tis !) whose skill was almost as great as his honesty; had it stretched so far, would have made nature immortal, and death should have play for lack of work. 'Would, for the king's sake, he were living! I think, it would be the death of the king's disease.
Laf. How called you the man you speak of,
Count. He was famous, Sir, in his profession, and it was his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon.
Laf. He was excellent, indeed, madam; the king very lately spoke of him, admiringly, and mourningly he was skilful enough to have lived still, if knowledge could be set up against mortality.
Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king languishes of?
* Under his particular care, as my guardian.
Laf. A fistula, my lord.
Ber. I heard not of it before.
Laf. I would, it were not notorious.-Was Narbon? this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de
Count. His sole child, my lord; and bequeathed to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her good, that her education promises: her dispositions she inherits, which makes fair gifts fairer; for where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there commendations go with pity, they are virtues and traitors too; in her they are the better for their simpleness;+ she derives her honesty, and achieves her goodness.
Luf. Your commendations, madam, get from her tears.
Count. "Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in. The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart, but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek. No more of this, Helena, go to, no more; lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow, than to have.
Hel. I do affect a sorrow, indeed, but I have it too.
Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the liv ing.
Count. If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess makes it soon mortal.
Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
ceed thy father
In manners, as in shape! thy blood, and virtue, Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy Rather in power, than use; and keep thy friend Under thy own life's key: be check'd for si
But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more
Qualities of good breeding and erudition.
+ Her excellences are the better because they are art.
+ The countess recollects her own loss of a husband and less. observes how heavily had passes through her mind.
↑ All appearance of life.
That thee may furnish," and my prayers pluck | you lose your city. It is not politic in the
Fall on thy head! Farewell.-My lord,
commonwealth of nature, to preserve virginity. Loss of virginity is rational increase; and there was never virgin got, till virginity was first lost. That, you were made of, is metal to make virgins. Virginity, by being once lost, may be Laf. He cannot want the best ten times found: by being ever kept, it is ever That shall attend his love. Count. Heaven bless him!-Farewell, Ber-lost: 'tis too cold a companion; away with it. Hel. I will stand for't a little, though there[Exit COUNTESS. Ber. The best wishes, that can be forged in fore I die a virgin. your thoughts, [To HELENA] be servants to you! Be comfortable to my mother, your mistress, and make much of her.
Luf. Farewell, pretty lady: You must hold the credit of your father.
[Exeunt BERTRAM and LAFEU.
To see him every hour; to sit and draw
One that goes with him: I love him for his
Cold wisdom waiting on superfluous folly.
Hel. And no.
Par. Are you meditating on virginity? Hel. Ay. You have some stain of soldier in you; let me ask you a question: Man is enemy to virginity; how may we barricado it against
Par. Keep him out.
Hel. But he assails; and our virginity, though valiant in the defence, yet is weak: unfold to us some warlike resistance.
Par. There is none; man, sitting down before you, will undermine you, and blow you
Hel. Bless our poor virginity from underminers, and blowers up!-Is there no military policy, how virgins might blow up men?
Par. Virginity, being blown down, man will quicklier be blown up: marry, in blowing him down again, with the breach yourselves made,
* L. e. That may help thee with more and better qualifications.
+I. c. May you be mistress of your wishes, and have power to bring them to effect.
Helena considers her heart as the tablet on which his resemblance was pourtrayed.
Peculiarity of feature..
Par. There's little can be said in't; 'tis against the rule of nature. To speak on the part of virginity, is to accuse your mothers; which is most infallible disobedience. He, that hangs himself, is a virgin: virginity murders itself; and should be buried in highways, out of all sanctified limit, as a desperate offendress against nature. Virginity breeds mites, much like a cheese; consumes itself to the very paring, and so dies with feeding his own stomach. Besides, virginity is peevish, proud, idle, made of self-love, which is the most inhibited sin in the canon. Keep it not; you cannot choose but lose by't: Out with't: within ten years it will make itself ten, which is a goodly increase; and the principal itself not much the worse: Away with't.
Hel. How might one do, Sir, to lose it to her own liking?
Par. Let me see: Marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it likes. "Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with lying; the longer kept, the less worth: off with't, while 'tis vendible; answer the time of request. Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out of fashion; richly suited, but unsuitable: just like the brooch and tooth-pick, which wear not now: Your date is better in your pie and your porridge, than in your cheek: And your virginity, your old virginity, is like one of our French withered pears; it looks ill, it eats dryly; marry, 'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better; marry, yet, 'tis a withered pear: Will you any thing
Hel. Not my virginity yet.
There shall your master have a thousand loves,
The court's a learning-place; and he is one-
Hel. That I wish well.-Tis pity-
Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't,
Returns us thanks.
Hel. Monsieur Parolles, you were born under a charitable star.
Par. Under Mars, I.
Hel. I especially think, under Mars.
Hel. The wars have so kept you under, that you must needs be born under Mars.
Par. When he was predominant.
Hel. When he was retrograde, I think, rather.
Par. Why think you so?
Hel. You go so much backward, when you fight.
Par. That's for advantage.
Hel. So is running away, when fear proposes the safety: But the composition, that your valour and fear makes in you, is a virtue of a good wing, and I like the wear well.
Par. I am so full of businesses, I cannot answer thee acutely I will return perfect courtier; in the which, my instruction shall serve to naturalize thee, so thou wilt be capable* of a courtier's counsel, and understand what advice shall thrust upon thee; else thou diest in thine unthankfulness, and thine ignorance makes thee away: farewell. When thou hast leisure, say thy prayers; when thou hast none, remember thy friends: get thee a good husband, and use him as he uses thee: so fare[Exit.
Hel. Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to heaven: the fated sky Gives us free scope; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull. What power is it, which mounts my love so high;
That makes me see, and cannot feed mine eye?
A certainty, vouch'd from our cousin Austria, With caution, that the Florentine will move us For speedy aid; wherein our dearest friend Prejudicates the business, and would seem To have us make denial.
1 Lord. His love and wisdom, Approv'd so to your majesty, may plead For amplest credence.
King. He hath arm'd our answer,
I. e. Thou wilt comprehend it.
+ Things formed by nature for each other.
The citizens of the small republic of which Sienna is the capital.
As when thy father, and myself, in friendship
Ber. His good remembrance, Sir, Lies richer in your thoughts, than on his tomb; So in approoff lives not his epitaph, As in your royal speech.
King. 'Would, I were with him! He would
(Methinks, I hear him now; his plausive words
I, after him, do after him wish too,
2 Lord. You are lov'd, Sir; They, that least lend it you, shall lack you first. King. I fill a place, I know't.-How long is't, count,
Since the physician at your father's died?
Ber. Some six months since, my lord.
SCENE III.-Rousillon.-A Room in the
Enter COUNTESS, STEWARD, and CLOWN. Count. I will now hear: what say you of this gentlewoman?
Stew. Madam, the care I have had to even your content, I wish might be found in the calendar of my past endeavours; for then we wound our modesty, and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.
Count. What does this knave here? Get you gone, sirrah: The complaints, I have heard of you, I do not all believe; 'tis my slowness, that I do not: for, I know, you lack not folly to commit them, and have ability enough to make such knaveries yours.
Clo. 'Tis not unknown to you, madam, I am a poor fellow.
Count. Well, Sir.
Clo. My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go, that the devil drives.
Count. Is this all your worship's reason? Clo. Faith, madam, I have other holy reasons, such as they are.
Count. May the world know them? Clo. I have been, madam, a wicked creature, as you and all flesh and blood are; and indeed, I do marry, that I may repent.
Count. Thy marriage, sooner than thy wicked
Clo. I am out of friends, madam; and I hope to have friends for my wife's sake.
Count. Such friends are thine enemies, knave. Clo. You are shallow, madam; e'en great friends; for the knaves come to do that for me, which I am a-weary of. He, that ears my land, spares my team, and gives me leave to inn the crop: if I be his cuckold, he's my drudge: He, that comforts my wife, is the cherisher of my flesh and blood; he, that cherishes my flesh and blood, loves my flesh and blood; he, that loves my flesh and blood, is my friend: ergo,|| he that kisses my wife, is my friend. If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage; for young Charbon the puritan, and old Poysam the papist, howsoe'er their hearts are severed in religion, their heads are both one, they may joll horns together, like any deer i'the herd.
Count. Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and calumnious knave?
Clo. A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth the next way:*
For I the ballad will repeat,
Which men full true shall find;
Count. Get you gone, Sir; I'll talk with you
Stew. May it please you, madam, that he bid Helen come to you; of her I am to speak.
speak with her; Helen I mean.
Clo. Was this fair face the cause, quoth she,
Was this king Priam's joy?
And gave this sentence then;
There's yet one good in ten.
Count. What, one good in ten? you corrupt the song, sirrah.
Clo. One good woman in ten, madam; which is a purifying o' the song: 'Would God would serve the world so all the year! we'd find no fault with the tythe-woman, if I were the parson: One in ten, quoth a'! an we might have a good woman born but every blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well; a man may draw his heart out, ere he pluck one.
Count. You'll be gone, Sir knave, and do as I command you?
Clo. That man should be at woman's command, and yet no hurt done!-Though honesty be no puritan, yet it will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of humility over the black gown of a big heart.-I am going, forsooth: the business is for Helen to come hither.
Count. Well, now. Stew. I know, madam, you love your gentlewoman entirely.
Count. Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her to me; and she herself, without other advantage, may lawfully make title to as much love as she finds : there is more owing her, than is paid; and more shall be paid her, than she'll demand.
Stew. Madam, I was very late more near her than, I think, she wished me: alone she was, and did communicate to herself, her own words to her own ears; she thought, I dare vow for her, they touched not any stranger sense. Her matter was, she loved your son: Fortune, she said, was no goddess, that had put such difference betwixt their two estates; Love, no god, that would not extend his might, only where qualities were level; Diana, no queen of virgins, that would suffer her poor knight to be surprised, without rescue, in the first assault, or ransom afterward: This she delivered in the most bitter touch of sorrow, that e'er I heard virgin exclaim in: which I held my duty, speedily to acquaint you withal; sithence, in the loss that may happen, it concerns you something to know it.
Count. You have discharged this honestly; keep it to yourself: many likelihoods informed me of this before, which hung so tottering in the balance, that I could neither believe, nor * Since.
The nearest way.