I’ll have no father, if you be not he

Rosalind, to Duke
I'll have no father, if you be not he.
 To Orlando.
I'll have no husband, if you be not he,
 To Phoebe.
Nor ne'er wed woman, if you be not she.

Whiles a wedlock hymn we sing,
Feed yourselves with questioning,
That reason wonder may diminish
How thus we met, and these things finish.

Hymen

Peace, ho! 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.
 To Rosalind and Orlando.
You and you no cross shall part.
 To Celia and Oliver.
You and you are heart in heart.
 To Phoebe.
You to his love must accord
Or have a woman to your lord.
 To Audrey and Touchstone.
You and you are sure together
As the winter to foul weather.
 To All.
Whiles a wedlock hymn we sing,
Feed yourselves with questioning,
That reason wonder may diminish
How thus we met, and these things finish.

 Song.

Wedding is great Juno's crown,
O blessèd bond of board and bed.
‘Tis Hymen peoples every town.
High wedlock then be honorèd.
Honor, high honor, and renown
To Hymen, god of every town.

Duke Senior, to Celia
O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me,
Even daughter, welcome in no less degree.
Phoebe, to Silvius
I will not eat my word. Now thou art mine,
Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.