Looke, here comes a Louer of mine, and a louer of hers. Phe. Youth, you haue done me much vngentleneffe, To fhew the letter that I writ to you.

Rof. I care not if I haue: it is my studie To feeme defpightfull and vngentle to you: you are there followed by a faithful shepheard, Looke vpon him, loue him : he worships you. Phe.Good shepheard, tell this youth what 'tis to loue Sil. It is to be all made of fighes and teares, And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganimed.

Orl. And I for Rofalind.
Rof And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of faith and feruice,

And fo am I for Phebe.

Phe. And I for Ganimed.

Orl. And I for Rofalind.

Rof. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of fantafie,

All made of paffion, and all made of wishes,

All adoration, dutie, and obferuance,

All humbleneffe, all patience, and impatience,
All puritie, all triall, all obferuance:

And fo am I for Phebe.

Pbe. And fo am I for Ganimed.

Orl. And fo am I for Rofalind.
Rof. And fo am I for no woman.

Phe. If this be fo, why blame you me to loue you?
Sil. If this be fo, why blame you me to loue you?
Orl. If this be fo, why blame you me to loue you?
Rof. Why do you fpeake too, Why blame you mee
to loue you.

Orl. To her, that is not heere, nor doth not heare. Ref. Pray you no more of this, 'tis like the howling of Irish Wolues against the Moone: I will helpe you if I can : I would loue you if I could: To morrow meet me altogether: I wil marrie you, if euer I marrie Woman, and Ile be married to morrow: I will fatisfie you, if euer I fatisfi'd man, and you shall bee married to morrow. I wil content you, if what pleafes you contents you, and you fhal be married to morrow: As you loue Refalind meet, as you loue Phebe meet, and as I loue no woman, Ile meet: fo fare you wel : I haue left you com

Heere come two of the banish'd Dukes Pages.
Enter two Pages.

1.Pa. Wel met honeft Gentleman.

Clo. By my troth well met : come, fit, fit, and a song. 2.Pa. We are for you, fit i'th middle.

1. Pa. Shal we clap into't roundly, without hauking, or spitting, or faying we are hoarse, which are the onely prologues to a bad voice.

2.Pa. I faith, y'faith, and both in a tune like two gipfies on a horfe.

Song.

It was a Louer, and his lasse,

With a bey, and a bo, and a bey nonino, That o're the greene corne feild did passe,

In the fpring time, the onely pretty rang time. When Birds do fing, bey ding a ding, ding. Sweet Louers loue the spring,

And therefore take the prefent time,
With a bey, a bo, and a bey nonino,
For loue is crowned with the prime.
In fpring time, &c.

Betweene the acres of the Rie,

With a bey, and a bo,& a bey nonino :
Thefe prettie Country folks would lie.
In fpring time, &c.

This Carroll they began that boure, With a bey and a bo, & a bey nonino : How that a life was but a Flower,

In fpring time, &c.

Clo. Truly yong Gentlemen, though there vvas no great matter in the dittie, yet y note was very vntunable 1.Pa. you are deceiu'd Sir, we kept time, we loft not our time.

Clo. By my troth yes: I count it but time loft to heare fuch a foolish fong. God buy you, and God mend your voices. Come Audrie. Exeunt.

Scena Quarta.

Enter Duke Senior, Amyens, Iaques, Orlan-
do, Oliuer, Celia.

Du. Sen. Doft thou beleeue Orlando, that the boy
Can do all this that he hath promised?

Orl. I fometimes do beleeue, and fomtimes do not, As thofe that feare they hope, and know they feare. Enter Rofalinde, Siluius, & Phebe.

Rof. Patience once more, whiles our copact is vrg'd: You fay, if I bring in your Rofalinde,

You wil bestow her on Orlando heere?

Du. Se.That would I, had I kingdoms to giue with hir.
Rof. And you fay you wil haue her, when I bring hir?
Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdomes King.
Rof. You fay, you'l marrie me, if I be willing.

Phe. That will I, fhould I die the houre after.
Rof. But if you do refufe to marrie me,

You'l giue your felfe to this most faithfull Shepheard.
Phe. So is the bargaine.

Rof. You fay that you'l haue Phebe if she will. Sil. Though to haue her and death, were both one thing.

Rof. I haue promis'd to make all this matter euen :
Keepe you your word, O Duke, to giue your daughter,
You yours Orlando, to receiue his daughter:
Keepe you your word Phebe, that you'l marrie me,
Or elfe refufing me to wed this fhepheard:
Keepe your word Siluius, that you'l marrie her
If the refufe me, and from hence I go
To make thefe doubts all euen.

Exit Rof. and Celia.
Du. Sen. I do remember in this fhepheard boy,
Some liuely touches of my daughters fauour.

Orl. My Lord, the first time that I euer faw him,
Me thought he was a brother to your daughrer:
But my good Lord, this Boy is Forrest borne,
And hath bin tutor'd in the rudiments
Of many defperate studies, by his vnckle,
Whom he reports to be a great Magitian.
Enter Clowne and Audrey.

Obfcured in the circle of this Forrest.

Iaq. There is fure another flood toward, and thefe couples are comming to the Arke. Here comes a payre of verie ftrange beafts, which in all tongues, are call'd Fooles.

Clo. Salutation and greeting to you all.

Iaq. Good my Lord, bid him welcome: This is the Motley-minded Gentleman, that I haue fo often met in the Forrest: he hath bin a Courtier he sweares.

Clo. If any man doubt that, let him put mee to my purgation, I haue trod a measure, I haue flattred a Lady, I haue bin politicke with my friend, smooth with mine enemie, I haue vndone three Tailors, I haue had foure quarrels, and like to haue fought one.

Iaq. And how was that tane vp?

Clo. 'Faith we met, and found the quarrel was vpon the feuenth cause.

Iaq. How feuenth caufe? Good my Lord, like this fellow.

Du. Se. I like him very well.

Clo. God'ild you fir, I defire you of the like: I presse in heere fir, amongst the rest of the Country copulatiues to fweare, and to forfweare, according as mariage binds and blood breakes a poore virgin fir, an il-fauor'd thing fir, but mine owne, a poore humour of mine fir, to take that that no man elfe will: rich honeftie dwels like a mifer fir, in a poore houfe, as your Pearle in your foule oyfter.

Du.Se. By my faith, he is very swift, and fententious Clo. According to the fooles bolt fir, and fuch dulcet diseases.

Iaq. But for the feuenth caufe. How did you finde the quarrell on the feuenth cause?

Clo. Vpon a lye, feuen times remoued: (beare your bodie more feeming Audry) as thus fir: I did dislike the cut of a certaine Courtiers beard: he fent me word, if I faid his beard was not cut well, hee was in the minde it was this is call'd the retort courteous. If I fent him word againe, it was not well cut, he wold fend me word he cut it to please himselfe: this is call'd the quip modeft. If againe, it was not well cut, he difabled my judgment: this is called, the reply churlish. If againe it was not well cut, he would answer I fpake not true: this is call'd the reproofe valiant. If againe, it was not well cut, he wold fay, I lie this is call'd the counter-checke quarrelfome : and fo ro lye circumftantiall, and the lye direct.

:

Iaq. And how oft did you fay his beard was not well cut?

Clo. I durft go no further then the lye circumstantial:

nor he durft not giue me the lye direct: and fo wee meafur'd fwords, and parted.

Iaq. Can you nominate in order now, the degrees of the lye.

:

Clo. O fir, we quarrel in print, by the booke: as you haue bookes for good manners: I will name you the de- | grees. The first, the Retort courteous: the fecond, the Quip-modeft the third, the reply Churlish: the fourth, the Reproofe valiant: the fift, the Counterchecke quar. relfome the fixt, the Lye with circumstance: the feauenth, the Lye direct all these you may auoyd, but the Lye direct and you may auoide that too, with an If. I knew when feuen Iuftices could not take vp a Quarrell, but when the parties were met themfelues, one of them thought but of an If; as if you faide fo, then I faide fo: and they fhooke hands, and fwore brothers. Your If, is the onely peace-maker: much vertue in if.

Iaq. Is not this a rare fellow my Lord? He's as good at any thing, and yet a foole.

Du.Se. He vfes his folly like a talking-horse, and vnder the presentation of that he shoots his wit.

Enter Hymen, Rofalind, and Celia.
Still Muficke.

Hymen. Then is there mirth in beauen,
When earthly things made cauen
attone together.

Good Duke receiue thy daughter,
Hymen from Heauen brought her,
Yea brought ber bether.

That thou mightft ioyne his hand with bis,
Whofe heart within his bofome is.

Rof. To you I giue my felfe, for I am yours.
To you I giue my felfe, tor I am yours.

Du.Se.If there be truth in fight, you are my daughter. Orl. If there be truth in fight, you are my Rofalind. Phe. If fight & fhape be true, why then my loue adieu Rof. Ile haue no Father, if you be not he : Ile haue no Husband, if you be not he: Nor ne're wed woman, if you be not shee. Hy. Peace hoa: I barre confufion, 'Tis I muft make conclufion Of these most strange euents: Here's eight that must take hands, To ioyne in Hymens bands, If truth holds true contents. You and you, no croffe fhall part; You and you, are hart in hart: You, to his loue must accord, Or haue a Woman to your Lord. You and you, are fure together, As the Winter to fowle Weather: Whiles a Wedlocke Hymne we fing, Feede your felues with questioning: That reason, wonder may diminish How thus we met, and these things finish. Song.

Wedding is great Iunos crowne,

O bleffed bond of boord and bed:
'Tis Hymen peoples euerie towne,
High wedlock then be bonored:

Honor, bigb bonor and renowne
To Hymen, God of euerie Towne.

Du.Se. O my deere Neece, welcome thou art to me, Euen daughter welcome, in no leffe degree.

Phe.

Phe. I wil not eate my word, now thou art mine, Thy faith, my fancie to thee doth combine.

Enter Second Brother.

2.Bro. Let me haue audience for a word or two:
I am the fecond fonne of old Sir Rowland,
That bring thefe tidings to this faire affembly.
Duke Frederick hearing how that euerie day
Men of great worth reforted to this forreft,
Addreft a mightie power, which were on foote
In his owne conduct, purpofely to take
His brother heere, and put him to the fword :
And to the skirts of this wilde Wood he came ;
Where, meeting with an old Religious man,
After fome question with him, was conuerted
Both from his enterprize, and from the world:
His crowne bequeathing to his banish'd Brother,
And all their Lands reftor'd to him againe
That were with him exil'd. This to be true,
I do engage my life.

Du.Se. Welcome yong man:
Thou offer'ft fairely to thy brothers wedding:
To one his lands with-held, and to the other
A land it felfe at large, a potent Dukedome.
First, in this Forreft, let vs do thofe ends
That heere vvete well begun, and wel begot :
And after, euery of this happie number

That haue endur'd fhrew'd daies, and nights with vs,
Shal fhare the good of our returned fortune,
According to the measure of their states.
Meane time, forget this new-falne dignitie,
And fall into our Rufticke Reuelrie:

Play Muficke, and you Brides and Bride-groomes all,
With measure heap'd in ioy, to'th Measures fall.

Iaq. Sir, by your patience : if I heard you rightly, The Duke hath put on a Religious life, And throwne into neglect the pompous Court.

2. Bro. He hath.

Iaq. To him will I: out of thefe conuertites, There is much matter to be heard, and learn'd: you to your former Honor, I bequeath your patience, and your vertue, well deferues it. you to a loue, that your true faith doth merit: you to your land, and loue, and great allies: you to a long, and well-deferued bed :

And you to wrangling, for thy louing voyage

Is but for two moneths victuall'd: So to your pleasures,

I am for other, then for dancing meazures.

Du. Se. Stay, Iaques, ftay.

Iaq. To fee no paftime, I: what you would haue, Ile ftay to know, at your abandon'd caue.

Du. Se. Proceed, proceed: wee'l begin these rights, As we do truft, they'l end in true delights.

Exit.

Exit

Rof. It is not the fashion to fee the Ladie the Epilogue: but it is no more vnhandfome, then to see the Lord the Prologue. If it be true, that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true, that a good play needes no Epilogue. Yet to good wine they do vfe good bushes and good playes proue the better by the helpe of good Epilogues: What a cafe am I in then, that am neither a good Epilogue, nor cannot infinuate with you in the behalfe of a good play? I am not furnish'd like a Begger, therefore to begge will not become mee. My way is to coniure you, and Ile begin with the Women. I charge you (O women) for the loue you beare to men, to like as much of this Play, as pleafe you: And I charge you (O men) for the loue you beare to women (as I perceiue by your fimpring, none of you hates them) that betweene you, and the women, the play may pleafe. If I were a Woman, I would kiffe as many of you as had beards that pleas'd me, complexions that lik'd me, and breaths that I defi'de not: And I am fure, as many as haue good beards, or good faces, or fweet breaths, will for my kind offer, when I make curt'fie, bid me farewell. Exit.

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Enter Begger and Hoftes, Chrift opbero Sly.

Begger.

Le pheeze you infaith.

Hoft.A paire of ftockes you rogue.

Beg. Y'are a baggage, the Slies are no Rogues. Looke in the Chronicles, we came in with Richard Conqueror: therefore Paucas pallabris, let the world flide: Seffa.

Hoft. You will not pay for the glaffes you haue burst? Beg. No, not a deniere: go by S. Ieronimie, goe to thy cold bed, and warme thee.

Hoft. I know my remedie, I must go fetch the Headborough.

Beg. Third, or fourth, or fift Borough, Ile anfwere him by Law. Ile not budge an inch boy: Let him come, and kindly. Falles afleepe.

Winde bornes. Enter a Lord from hunting, with bis traine. Lo. Huntsman I charge thee, tender wel my hounds, Brach Meriman, the poore Curre is imbost,

And couple Clowder with the deepe-mouth'd brach,
Saw'st thou not boy how Siluer made it good
At the hedge corner, in the couldeft fault,

I would not loose the dogge for twentie pound.
Huntf. Why Belman is as good as he my Lord,
He cried vpon it at the meereft loffe,
And twice to day pick'd out the dulleft fent,
Trust me, I take him for the better dogge.

Lord. Thou art a Foole, if Eccho were as fleete,
I would efteeme him worth a dozen fuch:
But fup them well, and looke vnto them all,
To morrow I intend to hunt againe.

Huntf. I will my Lord.

Lord. What's heere? One dead, or drunke? See doth he breath?

2. Hun. He breath's my Lord. Were he not warm'd with Ale, this were a bed but cold to fleep fo foundly.

Lord. Oh monftrous beast, how like a fwine he lyes.
Grim death, how foule and loathsome is thine image :
Sirs, I will practise on this drunken man.
What thinke you, if he were conuey'd to bed,
Wrap'd in fweet cloathes: Rings put vpon his fingers:
A most delicious banquet by his bed,
And braue attendants neere him when he wakes,
Would not the begger then forget himselfe?

1.Hun. Beleeue me Lord, I thinke he cannot choose. 2.H.It would feem ftrange vnto him when he wak'd Lord. Euen as a flatt'ring dreame, or worthles fancie.

Then take him vp, and manage well the ieft:
Carrie him gently to my faireft Chamber,
And hang it round with all my vvanton pictures:
Balme his foule head in warme diftilled waters,
And burne fweet Wood to make the Lodging fweete:
Procure me Muficke readie when he vvakes,
To make a dulcet and a heauenly found:
And if he chance to fpeake, be readie straight
(And with a lowe fubmiffiue reuerence)
Say, what is it your Honor vvil command:
Let one attend him vvith a filuer Bafon
Full of Rofe-water, and bestrew'd with Flowers,
Another beare the Ewer: the third a Diaper,
And fay wilt please your Lordship coole your hands.
Some one be readie with a coftly fuite,
And aske him what apparrel he will weare:
Another tell him of his Hounds and Horfe,
And that his Ladie mournes at his disease,
Perfwade him that he hath bin Lunaticke,
And when he fayes he is, fay that he dreames,
For he is nothing but a mightie Lord :
This do, and do it kindly, gentle firs,
It wil be paftime paffing excellent,

If it be husbanded with modeftie.

1.Hunt. My Lord I warrant you we wil play our part As he fhall thinke by our true diligence He is no leffe then what we fay he is.

Lord. Take him vp gently, and to bed with him,
And each one to his office when he wakes.
Sound trumpets.

Sirrah, go fee what Trumpet 'tis that sounds,
Belike fome Noble Gentleman that meanes
(Trauelling fome journey) to repofe him heere.
Enter Seruingman.

How now? who is it?

Ser. An't please your Honor, Players That offer feruice to your Lordship.

Was aptly fitted, and naturally perform'd.

Sincklo. I thinke 'twas Soto that your honor meanes.
Lord. 'Tis verie true, thou didft it excellent;
Well you are come to me in happie time,
The rather for I haue some sport in hand,
Wherein your cunning can affift me much,
There is a Lord will heare you play to night;
But I am doubtfull of your modefties,
Leaft (ouer-eying of his odde behauiour,
For yet his honor neuer heard a play)
You breake into fome merrie paffion,
And fo offend him : for I tell you firs,
If you should smile, he growes impatient.
Plai. Feare not my Lord, we can contain our felues,
Were he the verieft anticke in the world.

Lord. Go firra, take them to the Butterie,
And giue them friendly welcome euerie one,
Let them want nothing that my house affoords.

Exit one with the Players.
Sirra go you to Bartholmew my Page,
And fee him dreft in all fuites like a Ladie:
That done, conduct him to the drunkards chamber,
And call him Madam, do him obeisance:
Tell him from me (as he will win my loue)
He beare himfelfe with honourable action,
Such as he hath obferu'd in noble Ladies
Vnto their Lords, by them accomplished,
Such dutie to the drunkard let him do:
With foft lowe tongue, and lowly curtefie,
And fay: What is't your Honor will command,
Wherein your Ladie, and your humble wife,
May fhew her dutię, and make knowne her loue.
And then with kinde embracements, tempting kisses,
And with declining head into his bofome
Bid him shed teares, as being ouer-ioyed
To fee her noble Lord reftor'd to health,
Who for this feuen yeares hath esteemed him
No better then a poore and loathsome begger;
And if the boy haue not a womans guift
To raine a fhower of commanded teares,
An Onion wil do well for fuch a shift,
Which in a Napkin (being close conuei'd)
Shall in defpight enforce a waterie eie:

See this dispatch'd with all the haft thou canft,
Anon Ile giue thee more inftructions.

Exit a feruingman,
I know the boy will wel vfurpe the grace,
Voice, gate, and action of a Gentlewoman :

I long to heare him call the drunkard husband,
And how my men will stay themselues from laughter,
When they do homage to this fimple peasant,
Ile in to counfell them : haply my presence
May well abate the ouer-merrie spleene,
Which otherwise would grow into extreames.

Enter aloft the drunkard with attendants, fome with apparel,
Bafon and Ewer,& other appurtenances,& Lord.
Beg. For Gods fake a pot of fmall Ale.
1.Ser. Wilt please your Lord drink a cup of facke?
2. Ser. Wilt please your Honor tafte of these Con-
ferues?

3. Ser. What raiment wil your honor weare to day. Beg. I am Chriftopbero Sly, call not mee Honour nor Lordship: I ne're drank facke in my life: and if you giue me any Conferues, giue me conferues of Beefe: nere ask me what raiment Ile weare, for I haue no more doub

no more fhooes then feet, nay sometime more feete then fhooes, or fuch fhooes as my toes looke through the ouer-leather.

Lord. Heauen cease this idle humor in your Honor.
Oh that a mightie man of such discent,
Of fuch poffeffions, and so high esteeme
Should be infufed with fo foule a spirit.

Beg. What would you make me mad? Am not I Chriftopher Slie, old Sies fonne of Burton-heath, by byrth a Pedler, by education a Cardmaker, by tranfmutation a Beare-heard, and now by prefent profeffion a Tinker. Aske Marrian Hacket the fat Alewife of Wincot, if shee know me not: if she say I am not xiiii.d. on the score for fheere Ale, score me vp for the lyingft knaue in Christen dome. What I am not beftraught here's

3.Man.Oh this it is that makes your Ladie mourne. 2 Man.Oh this is it that makes your feruants droop.

Lord. Hence comes it, that your kindred fhuns your

As beaten hence by your ftrange Lunacie. Oh Noble Lord, bethinke thee of thy birth,

(houfe

Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment,

And banish hence these abiect lowlie dreames:

And twentie caged Nightingales do fing.

Or wilt thou fleepe? Wee'l haue thee to a Couch,
Softer and sweeter then the luftfull bed
On purpose trim'd vp for Semiramis.

Say thou wilt walke: we wil beftrow the ground.
Or wilt thou ride? Thy horfes fhal be trap'd,
Their harneffe ftudded all with Gold and Pearle.
Doft thou loue hawking? Thou haft hawkes will foare
Aboue the morning Larke. Or wilt thou hunt,
Thy hounds fhall make the Welkin answer them
And fetch fhrill ecchoes from the hollow earth.

1 Man.Say thou wilt courfe, thy gray-hounds are as As breathed Stags: I fleeter then the Roe. (fwift

2 M.Doft thou loue pictures? we wil fetch thee ftrait Adonis painted by a running brooke, And Citherea all in fedges hid,

Which feeme to moue and wanton with her breath,

Euen as the wauing fedges play with winde.
Lord. Wee'l fhew thee Io, as fhe was a Maid,
And how she was beguiled and furpriz'd,
As liuelie painted, as the deede was done.
3.Man. Or Daphne roming through a thornie wood,
Scratching her legs, that one shal fweare the bleeds,
And at that fight fhal fad Apollo weepe,

So workmanlie the blood and teares are drawne.
Lord. Thou art a Lord, and nothing but a Lord:
Thou haft a Ladie farre more Beautifull,

Then any woman in this waining age.

1 Man.And til the teares that the hath fhed for thee,
Like enuious flouds ore-run her louely face,
She was the fairest creature in the world,
And yet shee is inferiour to none.

Beg. Am I a Lord, and haue I such a Ladie?
Or do I dreame? Or haue I dream'd till now?
I do not sleepe : I fee, I heare, I fpeake:
I fmel fweet fauours, and I feele foft things:
Vpon my life I am a Lord indeede,
And not a Tinker, nor Chriftopher Slie.
Well, bring our Ladie hither to our fight,
And once againe a pot o'th smallest Ale.

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2. Man