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Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].

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SCENE VII. ³ ^noteEnter Hymen, Rosalind in woman's cloaths, and Celia. Still Musick.
Hym.
Then is there mirth in heav'n,
When earthly things made even
Atone together.
Good Duke, receive thy daughter,
Hymen from heaven brought her,
Yea, brought her hither:
That thou might'st join her hand with his,
Whose heart within his bosom is.

Ros.
To you I give myself; for I am yours. [To the Duke.
To you I give myself; for I am yours. [To Orlando.

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Duke Sen.
If there be truth in sight, you are my daughter.

Orla.
If there be truth in sight,* ^note you are my Rosalind.

Phe.
If sight and shape be true,
Why, then my love adieu!

Ros.
I'll have no father, if you be not he. [To the Duke.
I'll have no husband, if you be not he. [To Orlando.
Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she. [To Phebe.

Hym.
Peace, hoa! I bar confusion:
'Tis I must make conclusion
Of these most strange events:
Here's eight that must take hands,
To join in Hymen's bands,
If truth holds true contents.⁴ ^note
You and you no Cross shall part; [To Orlando and Rosalind.
You and you are heart in heart; [To Oliver and Celia.
You to his love must accord,
Or have a woman to your lord. [To Phebe.
You and you are sure together,
As the winter to foul weather: [To the Clown and Audrey.
Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing,
Feed yourselves with questioning:
That reason wonder may diminish,
How thus we meet, and these things finish.

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SONG.
Wedding is great Juno's Crown,
O blessed bond of board and bed!
'Tis Hymen peoples every town,
High wedlock then be honoured:
Honour, high honour and renown
To Hymen, God of every town!

Duke Sen.
O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me,
Ev'n daughter-welcome, in no less degree.

Phe.
I will not eat my word—now thou art mine,
Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.
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