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With measure heap’d in joy, to th’ measures fall.

Jaq.

Sir, by your patience.—If I heard you rightly,

The Duke hath put on a religious life,

And thrown into neglect the pompous court?

Jaq. De B.

He hath.

Jaq.

To him will I. Out of these convertites

There is much matter to be heard and learn’d.

[To Duke Senior.]

You to your former honor I bequeath,

Your patience and your virtue well deserves it;

[To Orlando.]

You to a love, that your true faith doth merit;

[To Oliver.]

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.

Duke S.

Stay, Jaques, stay.

Jaq.

To see no pastime I. What you would have

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

Exit.

Duke S.

Proceed, proceed. We’ll begin these rites,

As we do trust they’ll end, in true delights.

[A dance.] Exeunt [all but Rosalind].