ACT III SCENE III | The forest. | |
[Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY; JAQUES behind] |
TOUCHSTONE | Come apace, good Audrey: I will fetch up your |
| goats, Audrey. And how, Audrey? am I the man yet? |
| doth my simple feature content you? |
AUDREY | Your features! Lord warrant us! what features! |
TOUCHSTONE | I am here with thee and thy goats, as the most |
| capricious poet, honest Ovid, was among the Goths. |
JAQUES | [Aside] O knowledge ill-inhabited, worse than Jove
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| in a thatched house! | 10 |
TOUCHSTONE | When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a |
| man's good wit seconded with the forward child |
| Understanding, it strikes a man more dead than a |
| great reckoning in a little room. Truly, I would |
| the gods had made thee poetical. |
AUDREY | I do not know what 'poetical' is: is it honest in |
| deed and word? is it a true thing? |
TOUCHSTONE | No, truly; for the truest poetry is the most |
| feigning; and lovers are given to poetry, and what |
| they swear in poetry may be said as lovers they do feign. |
AUDREY | Do you wish then that the gods had made me poetical? |
TOUCHSTONE | I do, truly; for thou swearest to me thou art |
| honest: now, if thou wert a poet, I might have some |
| hope thou didst feign. |
AUDREY | Would you not have me honest? |
TOUCHSTONE | No, truly, unless thou wert hard-favoured; for |
| honesty coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar. | 30 |
JAQUES | [Aside] A material fool!
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AUDREY | Well, I am not fair; and therefore I pray the gods |
| make me honest. |
TOUCHSTONE | Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut |
| were to put good meat into an unclean dish. |
AUDREY | I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul. |
TOUCHSTONE | Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness! |
| sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it as it may |
| be, I will marry thee, and to that end I have been |
| with Sir Oliver Martext, the vicar of the next |
| village, who hath promised to meet me in this place
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| of the forest and to couple us. |
JAQUES | [Aside] I would fain see this meeting.
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AUDREY | Well, the gods give us joy! | 45 |
TOUCHSTONE | Amen. A man may, if he were of a fearful heart, |
| stagger in this attempt; for here we have no temple |
| but the wood, no assembly but horn-beasts. But what |
| though? Courage! As horns are odious, they are |
| necessary. It is said, 'many a man knows no end of |
| his goods:' right; many a man has good horns, and |
| knows no end of them. Well, that is the dowry of |
| his wife; 'tis none of his own getting. Horns? |
| Even so. Poor men alone? No, no; the noblest deer |
| hath them as huge as the rascal. Is the single man |
| therefore blessed? No: as a walled town is more |
| worthier than a village, so is the forehead of a |
| married man more honourable than the bare brow of a |
| bachelor; and by how much defence is better than no |
| skill, by so much is a horn more precious than to |
| want. Here comes Sir Oliver. |
[Enter SIR OLIVER MARTEXT] |
| Sir Oliver Martext, you are well met: will you |
| dispatch us here under this tree, or shall we go |
| with you to your chapel? |
SIR OLIVER MARTEXT | Is there none here to give the woman? | 52 |
TOUCHSTONE | I will not take her on gift of any man. |
SIR OLIVER MARTEXT | Truly, she must be given, or the marriage is not lawful. |
JAQUES | [Advancing] |
| Proceed, proceed I'll give her. |
TOUCHSTONE | Good even, good Master What-ye-call't: how do you, |
| sir? You are very well met: God 'ild you for your |
| last company: I am very glad to see you: even a |
| toy in hand here, sir: nay, pray be covered. |
JAQUES | Will you be married, motley? |
TOUCHSTONE | As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his curb and |
| the falcon her bells, so man hath his desires; and |
| as pigeons bill, so wedlock would be nibbling. |
JAQUES | And will you, being a man of your breeding, be |
| married under a bush like a beggar? Get you to |
| church, and have a good priest that can tell you |
| what marriage is: this fellow will but join you |
| together as they join wainscot; then one of you will |
| prove a shrunk panel and, like green timber, warp, warp. |
TOUCHSTONE | [Aside] I am not in the mind but I were better to be
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| married of him than of another: for he is not like |
| to marry me well; and not being well married, it |
| will be a good excuse for me hereafter to leave my wife. | 75 |
JAQUES | Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee. |
TOUCHSTONE | 'Come, sweet Audrey: |
| We must be married, or we must live in bawdry. |
| Farewell, good Master Oliver: not,-- |
| O sweet Oliver, |
| O brave Oliver, |
| Leave me not behind thee: but,-- |
| Wind away, |
| Begone, I say, |
| I will not to wedding with thee. | 85 |
[Exeunt JAQUES, TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY] |
SIR OLIVER MARTEXT | 'Tis no matter: ne'er a fantastical knave of them |
| all shall flout me out of my calling. |
[Exit] |