pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Touchstone
Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untuneable.
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You are deceived, sir: we kept time, we lost not our time.
Touchstone
By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear such a foolish song. God be wi’ you; and God mend your voices! Come, Audrey.
Exeunt.
Scene IV
The forest.
Enter
Duke Senior,
Amiens,
Jaques,
Orlando,
Oliver, and
Celia.
Duke Senior
Dost thou believe, Orlando, that the boy
Can do all this that he hath promised?
Orlando
I sometimes do believe, and sometimes do not;
As those that fear they hope, and know they fear.
Enter
Rosalind,
Silvius, and
Phebe.
Rosalind
Patience once more, whiles our compact is urged:
You say, if I bring in your Rosalind,
You will bestow her on Orlando here?
Duke Senior
That would I, had I kingdoms to give with her.
Rosalind
And you say, you will have her, when I bring her?
Orlando
That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.
Rosalind
You say, you’ll marry me, if I be willing?
Phebe
That will I, should I die the hour after.
Rosalind
But if you do refuse to marry me,
You’ll give yourself to this most faithful shepherd?
Phebe
So is the bargain.
Rosalind
You say, that you’ll have Phebe, if she will?
Silvius
Though to have her and death were both one thing.
Rosalind
I have promised to make all this matter even.
Keep you your word, O duke, to give your daughter;
You yours, Orlando, to receive his daughter:
Keep your word, Phebe, that you’ll marry me,
Or else refusing me, to wed this shepherd:
Keep your word, Silvius, that you’ll marry her.
If she refuse me: and from hence I go,
To make these doubts all even. Exeunt Rosalind and Celia.
Duke Senior
I do remember in this shepherd boy
Some lively touches of my daughter’s favour.
Orlando
My lord, the first time that I ever saw him
Methought he was a brother to your daughter:
But, my good lord, this boy is forest-born,
And hath been tutor’d in the rudiments
Of many desperate studies by his uncle,
Whom he reports to be a great magician,
Obscured in the circle of this forest.
Enter
Touchstone and
Audrey.
Jaques
There is, sure, another flood toward, and these couples are coming to the ark. Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools.
Touchstone
Salutation and greeting to you all!
Jaques
Good my lord, bid him welcome: this is the motley-minded gentleman that I have so often met in the forest: he hath been a courtier, he swears.
Touchstone
If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation. I have trod a measure; I have flattered a lady; I have been politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy; I have undone three tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought one.
Jaques
And how was that ta’en up?
Touchstone
Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the seventh cause.
Jaques
How seventh cause? Good my lord, like this fellow.
Duke Senior
I like him very well.
Touchstone
God “ild you, sir; I desire you of the like. I press in here, sir, amongst the rest of the country copulatives, to swear and to forswear: according as marriage binds and blood breaks: a poor virgin, sir, an ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own; a poor humour of mine, sir, to take that that no man else will: rich honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.
Duke Senior
By my faith, he is very swift and sententious.
Touchstone
According to the fool’s bolt, sir, and such dulcet diseases.
Jaques
But, for the seventh cause; how did you find the quarrel on the seventh cause?
Touchstone
Upon a lie seven times removed:—bear your body more seeming, Audrey:—as thus, sir. I did dislike the cut of a certain courtier’s beard: he sent me word, if I said his beard was not cut well, he was in the mind it was: this is called the Retort Courteous. If I sent him word again “it was not well cut,” he would send me word, he cut it to please himself: this is called the Quip Modest. If again “it was not well cut,” he disabled my judgment: this is called the Reply Churlish. If again “it was not well cut,” he would answer, I spake not true: this is called the Reproof Valiant. If again “it was not well cut,” he would say I lied: this is called the Counter-cheque Quarrelsome: and so to the Lie Circumstantial and the Lie Direct.
Jaques
And how oft did you say his beard was not well cut?
Touchstone
I durst go no further than the Lie Circumstantial, nor he durst not give me the Lie Direct; and so we measured swords and parted.
Jaques
Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie?
Touchstone
O sir, we quarrel in print, by the book; as you have books for good manners: I will name you the degrees. The first, the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the Countercheque Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance; the seventh, the Lie Direct. All these you may avoid but the Lie Direct; and you may avoid that too, with an If. I knew when seven justices could not take up a quarrel, but when the parties were met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as, “If you said so, then I said so;” and they shook hands and swore brothers. Your If is the only peacemaker; much virtue in If.
Jaques
Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he’s as good at any thing and yet a fool.
Duke Senior
He uses his folly like a stalking-horse and under the presentation of that he shoots his wit.
Enter
Hymen,
Rosalind,
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