ACT V SCENE I | The forest. | |
[Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY] |
TOUCHSTONE | We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey. |
AUDREY | Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old |
| gentleman's saying. |
TOUCHSTONE | A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile |
| Martext. But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the |
| forest lays claim to you. |
AUDREY | Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no interest in me in |
| the world: here comes the man you mean. |
TOUCHSTONE | It is meat and drink to me to see a clown: by my | 10 |
| troth, we that have good wits have much to answer |
| for; we shall be flouting; we cannot hold. |
[Enter WILLIAM] |
WILLIAM | Good even, Audrey. |
AUDREY | God ye good even, William. |
WILLIAM | And good even to you, sir. |
TOUCHSTONE | Good even, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy |
| head; nay, prithee, be covered. How old are you, friend? |
WILLIAM | Five and twenty, sir. |
TOUCHSTONE | A ripe age. Is thy name William? | 20 |
WILLIAM | William, sir. |
TOUCHSTONE | A fair name. Wast born i' the forest here? |
WILLIAM | Ay, sir, I thank God. |
TOUCHSTONE | 'Thank God;' a good answer. Art rich? |
WILLIAM | Faith, sir, so so. |
TOUCHSTONE | 'So so' is good, very good, very excellent good; and |
| yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou wise? |
WILLIAM | Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit. |
TOUCHSTONE | Why, thou sayest well. I do now remember a saying, |
| 'The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man |
| knows himself to be a fool.' The heathen |
| philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a grape, | 32 |
| would open his lips when he put it into his mouth; |
| meaning thereby that grapes were made to eat and
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| lips to open. You do love this maid? |
WILLIAM | I do, sir. |
TOUCHSTONE | Give me your hand. Art thou learned? |
WILLIAM | No, sir. |
TOUCHSTONE | Then learn this of me: to have, is to have; for it |
| is a figure in rhetoric that drink, being poured out |
| of a cup into a glass, by filling the one doth empty |
| the other; for all your writers do consent that ipse |
| is he: now, you are not ipse, for I am he. |
WILLIAM | Which he, sir? | 44 |
TOUCHSTONE | He, sir, that must marry this woman. Therefore, you |
| clown, abandon,--which is in the vulgar leave,--the |
| society,--which in the boorish is company,--of this |
| female,--which in the common is woman; which |
| together is, abandon the society of this female, or, |
| clown, thou perishest; or, to thy better |
| understanding, diest; or, to wit I kill thee, make |
| thee away, translate thy life into death, thy |
| liberty into bondage: I will deal in poison with |
| thee, or in bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy |
| with thee in faction; I will o'errun thee with |
| policy; I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways: |
| therefore tremble and depart. | 56 |
AUDREY | Do, good William. |
WILLIAM | God rest you merry, sir. |
[Exit] |
[Enter CORIN] |
CORIN | Our master and mistress seeks you; come, away, away! |
TOUCHSTONE | Trip, Audrey! trip, Audrey! I attend, I attend. |
[Exeunt] |