Page 1960 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

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 [50]
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 [55] 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 [60] chapel?

SIR OLIVER
Is there none here to give the woman?

TOUCHSTONE
I will not take her on gift of any man.

SIR OLIVER

Truly she must be given, or the marriage is not lawful. [65]

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. [70]

JAQUES

Will you be married, Motley?

TOUCHSTONE