ACT 5, SCENE 1: 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                                  [5]
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                                      [10]
clown: by my 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.                                                            [15]

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.                                                                         [20]

TOUCHSTONE: A ripe age. Is thy name William?

WILLIAM: William, sir.

TOUCHSTONE: A fair name. Wast born i' the forest
here?

WILLIAM: Ay, sir, I thank God.                                                                         [25]

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                            [30]
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                           [35]
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.                                                                                                [40]

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                   [45]
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                             [50]
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                       [55]
away, translate thy life into death, thy liberty into
bondage: I will deal in poison with thee, or in bastin-
ado, or in steel; I will bandy with thee in faction; I
will o'er-run thee with policy; I will kill thee a
hundred and fifty ways: therefore tremble, and depart.                    [60]

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,                                [65]
I attend.

[Exeunt.]


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