Duke Sen. He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, 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 felf; for I am To you I give my felf; for I am yours. Duke Sen. If there be truth in fight, daughter. Orla. If there be truth in fight, you are my Rosa lind. Phe. If fight and fhape be true, Why, then my love adieu! Rof. I'll have no father, if you be not he; I'll have no husband, if you be not he; Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she. 'Tis I muft make conclufion Of these moit strange events: If truth holds true contents. Whiles a wedlock-hymn we fing, How thus we meet, and these things finish. SONG. Wedding is great Juno's Crown, Duke Sen. O my dear neice, welcome thou art to me, Ev'n daughter-welcome, in no less degree. Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine; Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine. Enter Jaques de Boys. Jaq. de B. Let me have audience for a word or two: I am the fecond fon of old Sir Rowland, That bring thefe tidings to this fair affembly. Duke Sen. Welcome, young man : Thou offer'ft fairly to thy brother's wedding; That That here were well begun, and well begot : That have endur'd fhrewd days and nights with us, Play, mufick; and you brides and bridegrooms all, Jaq. Sir, by your patience: if I heard you rightly, The Duke hath put on a religious life, And thrown into neglect the pompous Court. Jaq. To him will I : out of these convertites [To Oria. You to your land, and love, and great allies; [To Oli. [To Silv. You to a long and well deserved bed; [To the Clown. Is but for two months victual'd: fo to your pleasures: I am for other than for dancing measures. Duke Sen. Stay, Jaques, ftay. Jaq. To fee no paftime, I: what you would have, I'll ftay to know at your abandon'd Cave. [Exit. Duke Sen. Proceed, proceed; we will begin these rites; As, we do truft they'll end, in true delights. EPILOGUE. Rof. It is not the fashion to fee 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 buf, 'tis true, that a good Play needs no Epilogue. Yet to good wine they do ufe good bufnes; and gocd Plays 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 pleases 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 fweet breaths, will for my kind offer, when I make curt'fie, bid me farewel. [Exeunt omnes. THE |