Even daughter, welcome, in no less degree. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine; Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine. Let me have audience for a word or two: I am the second son of old Sir Rowland, That bring these tidings to this fair assembly. Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day Men of great worth resorted to this forest, Address'd a mighty power; which were on foot, In his own conduct, purposely to take His brother here and put him to the sword: And to the skirts of this wild wood he came; Where meeting with an old religious man, After some question with him, was converted Both from his enterprise and from the world, His crown bequeathing to his banish'd brother, And all their lands restored to them again That were with him exiled. This to be true, I do engage my life. Welcome, young man; Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding: To one his lands withheld, and to the other A land itself at large, a potent dukedom. First, in this forest, let us do those ends That here were well begun and well begot: And after, every of this happy number That have endured shrewd days and nights with us Shall share the good of our returned fortune, According to the measure of their states. Meantime, forget this new-fall'n dignity And fall into our rustic revelry. Play, music! And you, brides and bridegrooms all, With measure heap'd in joy, to the measures fall. Sir, by your patience. If I heard you rightly, The duke hath put on a religious life And thrown into neglect the pompous court? He hath. 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; Your patience and your virtue well deserves it: You to a love that your true faith doth merit: You to your land and love and great allies: You to a long and well-deserved bed: And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage Is but for two months victuall'd. So, to your pleasures: I am for other than for dancing measures. Stay, Jaques, stay. To see no pastime I what you would have I'll stay to know at your abandon'd cave. Proceed, proceed: we will begin these rites, As we do trust they'll end, in true delights. 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 bush, 'tis