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You to your land and love and great allies:
          (to Silvius)
               You to a long and well-deserved bed:
          (to Touchstone)

               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. [190]



              DUKE SENIOR
               Stay, Jaques, stay.



              JAQUES
               To see no pastime, I. What you would have

               I’ll stay to know at your abandon’d cave.
                                                                                                             Exit.



              DUKE SENIOR
               Proceed, proceed. We will begin these rites,
               As we do trust they’ll end, in true delights. [195]


                    (A dance, after which Rosalind is left alone to speak the Epilogue.)



              ROSALIND

          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 true that a good play needs no epilogue. Yet to good wine
          they do use good bushes; and good plays prove the [200] better by the help
          of  good  epilogues.  What  a  case  am  I  in  then,  that  am  neither  a  good

          epilogue, nor cannot insinuate with you in the behalf of a good play? I am not
          furnished like a beggar, therefore to beg will not become me. My way is to
          conjure you, and I’ll begin with the [205] women. I charge you, O women, for

          the love you bear to men, to like as much of this play as please you. And I
          charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women − as I perceive by your
          simpering none of you hates them − that between you and the women the
          play may [210] please. If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you as
          had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me, and breaths that I

          defied not. And I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, or
          sweet breaths, will for my kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell.
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