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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.

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Duke. Come on, since the youth will not be entreated ; bis own peril on his forwardness.

Ros, Is yonder the man?
Le Beu. Even he, Madam.

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.
Duke. Do fo; I'll not be by. [Duke goes apart.
Le Beu. Monsieur the Challenger, the Princesses call
Oria. I attend them with all respect and duty.

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


for you.

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


with you.

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,



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Duke. No, more, no more.

(Charles is tbrownie Orla. Yes, I beseech your Grace; I am not yet well breathed.

Duke. How doft thou, Charles ?
Le Beu. He cannot speak, my Lord.
Duke. Bear him away.

What is thy name, young man?

Orla. Orlando, my liege, the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys,

Duke. I would, thou hadft been fon to fome man elle'! The world esteem'd thy father honourable, But I did find him ftill mine enemy: Thou should have better pleas'd me with this deed, Hadft thou descended from another house. But fare thee well, thou art a gailant youth ; I would, thou hadtt told me of another father,

[Exit Duke, with his train,

Manent Celia, Rofalind, Orlando. Cel. Were I

my father, coz, would I do this?
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 Şir Rowland as his soul,
And all the world was of my father's mind :
Had I before known this young man his son,
I should have giv'n him tears unto entreaties,

thus have yentur'd.
Cel. Gentle cousin,
Let us go thank him and encourage him ;
My father's rough and envious difpofition
Sticks me at heart. Sir, you have well deferv'd :
If you do keep your promises in love,
But jusly as you have exceeded all in promise,
Your mistress Thall be happy.

Rof. Gentleman,
Wear this for me ; one out of suits with fortune,
That could give more, but that her hand lack.. means.
Shall we go, coz ? [Giving him a Chain from ber neck.


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 stands up, Is but a quintaine, á mere lifeless block.

Ref. He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes.
I'll ask him what he would. Did you call, Sir?
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown
More than your enemies.

Cel.. Will you go, coz?
Rof. Have with you : fare you well.

Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. Orla. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue? I cannot speak to her :" yet she urg'd conference.

Enter Le Beu.

Q. poor Orlando ! thou art overthrown ;
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.

Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place. Albeit you have desery'd
High commendation, true applause, and love ;
Yet such is now the Duke's condition,
That he misconftrues all that you have done.
The Duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,
More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of.

Orla. I thank you, Sir : and, pray you, tell me this ;
Which of the two was daughter of the Duke
That here was at the wrestling?

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 ufurping uncle To keep his daughter company; whose loves Are dearer than the natural bond of fitters. Buc I can tell you, that of late thi: Duke Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainft 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

Sir, fare you well;
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. [Exit.

Orla. I rest much bounden to you ; fare you weil !
Thus must I from the smoke into the smother ;
From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother :
But, heav'nly Rosalind ! -


SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace.

Re-enter Celia and Rosalind.

Col. W mercy ; not a word


HY, Cousin; why, Rosalind; Cupid have

! Ros. 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.

Raf. I could make them off my coat; these burs are in my

Cél, Hem thern away.
Rof. I would try, if I could cry, hem, and have him.
Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.

Pof. O, they take the part of a better wrelller than myself.

Cel. O, a good with upon you! you will try in time, in despight of a fall ; but turning these jefts' out of service, let us talk in good earneft; is it possible on such a sudden you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest lon?



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