give her in marriage to Orlando; from Orlando, that he would marry his Rosalind if she appeared; from Phœbe, that she should accept Silvius for her husband, if she found herself not of a mind to marry Ganymede. To which they all agreed.
Then retiring for a little, she came in again in her dress of Rosalind, her lovely face stained with blushes, her eyes full of glad tears, and, throwing herself into her father’s arms, she asked his blessing. The joyous Duke folded her again and again to his breast, and then gave her to the proud Orlando. So there was a triple wedding. Fer when Orlando married Rosalind, Oliver was joined to Celia; and the discomfited Phœbe, finding that Ganymede was one of her own sex, made Silvius happy with her hand. And to make this wedding-feast most perfect, at the height of the joy Jacques de Bois came in bringing great news: how Duke Frederick had sallied out with some followers, to make war on the outlawed Duke and his train, but that, meeting with a hermit of great piety, he had strangely been converted, and offered in penitence to restore to the elder Duke all his rights.
So the true Duke got his crown again, and Orlando and Rosalind were his heirs; while
