As You Like It By William Shakespeare Act V: Scene 4

And how oft did you say his beard was not well cut?

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.

Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie?

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
Countercheck 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 peace-maker; — much virtue in

Is not this a rare fellow, my lord? he's as good at anything, and
yet a fool.

He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the
presentation of that he shoots his wit.

[Enter HYMEN, leading ROSALIND in woman's clothes; and CELIA.]

[Still MUSIC.]

Then is there mirth in heaven,
When earthly things made even
Atone together.
Good duke, receive thy daughter;
Hymen from heaven brought her,
Yea, brought her hither,
That thou mightst join her hand with his,
Whose heart within his bosom is.

[To DUKE SENIOR.] To you I give myself, for I am yours.
[To ORLANDO.] To you I give myself, for I am yours.

If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter.

If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind.

If sight and shape be true,
Why then, my love, adieu!

[To DUKE SENIOR.] I'll have no father, if you be not he; —
[To ORLANDO.] I'll have no husband, if you be not he; —
[To PHEBE.] Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she.

Peace, ho! I bar confusion:
'Tis I must make conclusion
Of these most strange events:
Here's eight that must take hands
To join in Hymen's bands,
If truth holds true contents.
[To ORLANDO and ROSALIND.] You and you no cross shall part:
[To OLIVER and CELIA.] You and you are heart in heart;
[To PHEBE.] You to his love must accord,
Or have a woman to your lord: —
[To TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.] You and you are sure together,
As the winter to foul weather.
Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing,
Feed yourselves with questioning,
That reason wonder may diminish,
How thus we met, and these things finish.

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!

O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me!
Even daughter, welcome in no less degree.

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


Let me have audience for a word or two;
I am the second son of old Sir Rowland,
That bring these tidings to this fair assembly: —
Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day
Men of great worth resorted to this forest,
Address'd a mighty power; which were on foot,
In his own conduct, purposely to take
His brother here, and put him to the sword:
And to the skirts of this wild wood he came;
Where, meeting with an old religious man,
After some question with him, was converted
Both from his enterprise and from the world;
His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother,
And all their lands restored to them again
That were with him exil'd. This to be true
I do engage my life.

Welcome, young man:
Thou offer'st fairly to thy brother's wedding:
To one, his lands withheld; and to the other,
A land itself at large, a potent dukedom.
First, in this forest, let us do those ends
That here were well begun and well begot:
And after, every of this happy number,
That have endur'd shrewd days and nights with us,
Shall share the good of our returned fortune,
According to the measure of their states.
Meantime, forget this new-fall'n dignity,
And fall into our rustic revelry: —
Play, music! — and you brides and bridegrooms all,
With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures fall.

Sir, by your patience. If I heard you rightly,
The duke hath put on a religious life,
And thrown into neglect the pompous court?

He hath.

To him will I: out of these convertites
There is much matter to be heard and learn'd. —
[To DUKE SENIOR] You to your former honour I bequeath;
Your patience and your virtue well deserves it: —
[To ORLANDO] You to a love that your true faith doth merit: —
[To OLIVER] You to your land, and love, and great allies: —
[To SILVIUS] You to a long and well-deserved bed: —
[To TOUCHSTONE] And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage
Is but for two months victuall'd. — So to your pleasures;
I am for other than for dancing measures.

Stay, Jaques, stay.

To see no pastime I; what you would have
I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave.


Proceed, proceed: we will begin these rites,
As we do trust they'll end, in true delights.

[A dance.]

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