JAQUES. [Aside] A material fool!
AUDREY. Well, I am not fair; and therefore I pray the gods make
me
honest.
TOUCHSTONE. Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut
were
to put good meat into an unclean dish.
AUDREY. I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul.
TOUCHSTONE. Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness;
sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it as it may be, I
will
marry thee; and to that end I have been with Sir Oliver
Martext,
the vicar of the next village, who hath promis'd to meet me
in
this place of the forest, and to couple us.
JAQUES. [Aside] I would fain see this meeting.
AUDREY. Well, the gods give us joy!
TOUCHSTONE. Amen. A man may, if he were of a fearful heart,
stagger
in this attempt; for here we have no temple but the wood, no
assembly but horn-beasts. But what though? Courage! As horns
are
odious, they are necessary. It is said: 'Many a man knows no
end
of his goods.' Right! Many a man has good horns and knows no
end
of them.
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