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You and you are sure together,
O blessed bond of board and bed!
High wedlock then be honoured :
To Hymen, God of every town!
Phe. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine ; Thy iaith my fancy to thee doth combine.
Enter Jaques de Boys.
Duke Sen. Welcome, young man ;
A land itself at large, a potent Dukedom.
Jaq. Sir, by your patience: if I heard you rightly,
Jag. de B. He hath. Jaq. To him will I: out of these convertites There is much matter to be heard and learn'd. You to your former honour I bequeath, [To the Duke. Your patience and your virtue well deserve it. You to a love, that your true faith doth merit; [To Orla. You to your land, and love, and great allies ; [To Oli. You to a long and well deserved bed ;
(To Sily. And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage
To the Clown. Is but for two months vi&tuald: so to your pleasures : I am for other than for dancing measures.
Duke Sen. Stay, Jaques, itay.
Jaq. To see no paftime, I: what you would have, I'll stay to know at your abandon's cave. (Exit.
Duke Sen. Proceed, proceed ; we will begin these rites; As, we do trust they'll end, in true delights.
Raf. It is not the fashion to see 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 buli, 'tis true, that a good play needs no epilogue. Yet to good wine they do use good bushes; and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. What a case 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 b gin 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 simpring, none of you hate them) that between you and the women, the play may please. If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleas’d me, complexions that lik'd me, and breaths that I défy'd not; and I am fure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, or feet breaths, will for my kind offer, when I make curry, bid me farewel.