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, STILL MUSICK. Hym. Then is there mirth in heav'n, Good Duke, receive thy daughter, That thou might ft join her hand with his, 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; "Tis I muft make conclufion Of these most strange events: If truth holds true contents. P 3 Whiles Whiles a wedlock-hymn we fing, How thus we meet, and these things finish. S ONG. Wedding is great Juno's Crown, 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. life. Duke Sen. Welcome, young man : Thou offer'ft fairly to thy brother's wedding; 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, 343 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 ; [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 P 4 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. |