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mulick in his fides ? is there yet another doats upon ribbreaking ? Thall we see this wrestling, Coufin ?
Le Beu. You must if you stay here, for here is the place appointed for the wrestling; and they are ready to perform it.
Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming ; let us now ftay and see it.
Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando,
Charles, and Attendants.
Duke. Come on, since the youth will not be entreated ; bis own peril on his forwardness.
Ros, Is yonder the man?
Cel. Alas, he is too young; yet he looks fuccessfully. : Duke. How now, Daughter and Cousin ; are you -crept hither to see the wrestling?
Rof. Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave.
Duke. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is such odds in the man : in pity of the challenger's youth, I would feign diffuade him, but he will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies, fee if you move him.
Cel. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beu.
Rof. Young man, haye you challeng's Charles the wrestler ?
Orla. No, fair Princess; he is the general challenger : I come but in, as others do, to try with him the strength of my youth.
Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your years: you have seen cruel proof of this man's strength. If you saw yourself with your own eyes, or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of your ad
venture would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We pray you, for your own fake, to embrace
your own safety, and give over this attempt.
Rof. Do, young Sir ;, your reputation shall not therefore be misprised; we will make it our fuit to the Duke, that the wrestling might not go forward.
Orla. I befeech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts, wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny so fair and excellent. ladies' any thing. But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial, wherein if I be foil'd, there is but one sham'd that was never gracious ; if kill'd, but one dead that is willing to be fo : I shall do my friends no for I have none to lament me': the world no injury, for in it I have nothing ; only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made iti empty.
Rof. The little strength that I have, I would it were
Cel. And mine to eek out hers.
Rof. Fare you well; pray heav'n, I be deceiv'd in you.
Orla. Your heart's desires be with you !.
Cha, Come, where is this young gallant, that is fo. desirous to lie with his mother earth?
Orla. Ready, Sir ; but his will hath in it a more: modest working
Duke. You shall try but one falt.
Cha. No, 1 warrant your Grace, you shall not entreat him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a firit.
Orla. You mean to mock me after ; you should not have mockt me before ; but come your ways.
Roj. Now Hercules be thy speed, young man !
. I would I were invisīble, to catch the strong fellow by the leg!
[They wreple. Roj. O excellent young man !
Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who lhor down,
Duke. No, more, no more.
(Charles is tbrown. Orla. Yes, I beseech your Grace; I am not yet well breathed.
Duke. How doit thou, Charles ?
What is thy name, young man?
Orla. Orlando, my liege, the youngest fon of Sir Rowland de Boys,
Duke. I would, thou hadft been fon to some man else! The world efteem'd thy father honourable, But I did find him ftill mine enemy: Thou shouldīt have better pleas'd me with this deed, Hadft thou descended from another house. But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth ; I would, thou hadt told me of another father,
[Exit Duke, with his train.
Manent Celia, Rofalind, Orlando.
Orla. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's fon, His youngest son, and would not change that calling To be adopted heir to Frederick.
Rof. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his soul,
thus have ventur'd.
Cel. Ay, fare you well, fair gentleman. Orla. Can I not fay, I thank you ? ny better parte Are all thrown'down; and that, which here ftands up, Is but a quintaine, à mere lifeless block.
Rof. He calls us back : my pride fell with my fortunes.
Cel. Will you go, coz?
Exeunt Rofalind and Celia. Orla. What passion hangs these weights upon my tonguer I cannot speak to her:" yet she urg'd conference.
Enter Le Beu.
Q. poor Orlando ! thou art overthrown ;
Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsel you
Orla. I thank you, Sir : and, pray you, tell me this ;
Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners ; But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter; The other's daughter to the banish'd Duke, And here detain'd by her cfurping uncle To keep his daughter company; whose loves Are dearer than the natural bond of fitters. But I can tell you, that of late thi: Duke Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece; Grounded upon no other argument, But that the people praise her for her virtues, And pity her for her good father's fake ; And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady,
Will suddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well;
Exit. Orla. I rest much bounden to you ; fare
SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace.
Re-enter Celia and Rosalind.
Cel. W , ;
Cel. HY, Cousin ; why, Rosalind ; Cupid have
mercy; not a word ! Rof. Not one to throw at a dog.
Cél. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs, throw some of them at me! come, lame me with reasons.
Rof. Then there were two cousins laid up;, when the one should be lam'd with reasons, and the other mad without any:
Cel. But is all this for your father?
Rof. No, some of it is for my father's child. Oh, how full of briars is this working-day-world!
Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery ; if we walk not in the trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them.
Rif. I could make them off my coat; thefe burs are in my
Rof. O, they take the part of a better wreltler than myself.
Cel. O, a good with upon you! you will try in time, in despight of a fall ; but turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earneft ; is it pollible on such a sudden you should fall into fo ftrong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest fon?