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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.

Enter WILLIAM

 TOUCHSTONE.

It is meat and drink to me to see a clown. By my troth,
we that have good wits have much to answer for: we shall be
flouting; we cannot hold.

 WILLIAM.

Good ev'n, Audrey.

 AUDREY.

God ye good ev'n, William.

 WILLIAM.

And good ev'n to you, sir.

 TOUCHSTONE.

Good ev'n, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy
head; nay, prithee be cover'd. How old are you, friend?

 WILLIAM.

Five and twenty, sir.

 TOUCHSTONE.

A ripe age. Is thy name William?

 WILLIAM.

William, sir.

 TOUCHSTONE.

A fair name. Wast born i' th' 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 say'st 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, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth;
meaning thereby that grapes were made to eat and 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 pour'd out of 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?

 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;
will o'er-run thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and
fifty ways; therefore tremble and depart.

 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

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