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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].

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SCENE VII. Enter 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.

-- 383 --

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

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

Orla.
If there be truth in sight, 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;
I'll have no husband, if you be not he;
Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she.

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.
You and you no Cross shall part;
You and you are heart in heart;
You to his love must accord,
Or have a woman to your lord.
You and you are sure together,
As the winter to foul weather:
Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing,
Feed your selves with questioning:
That reason wonder may diminish,
How thus we meet, and these things finish.
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!

-- 384 --

Duke Sen.
O my dear neice, 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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