no wrong, 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 fupply'd when I have made it empty. Rof. The little ftrength 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 defires be with you! Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so dẹfirous to lye with his mother earth? Orla. Ready, Sir; but his will hath in it a more modeft working. Duke. You fhall try but one fall. Cha. No, I warrant your Grace you fhall not entreat him to a fecond, that have fo mightily perfuaded him from a first. Orla. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mockt before; but come your ways. Rof. Now Hercules be thy fpeed, young man! Cel. I would I were invifible, to catch the ftrong fellow by the leg! [They wrefte. Rof. O excellent young man! Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who fhould down. Duke. No more, no more. [Shout. [Charles is thrown. Orla, Yes, I beseech your Grace; I am not yet well breathed. Duke. How doft thou, Charles? Le Beu. He cannot fpeak, my Lord. Duke, Bear him away. What is thy name, young man ? Orla. Orlando, my liege, the youngest fon of Sir Rosuland de Boys. Duke. I would thou hadst been fon to fome man elfe; The world efteem'd thy father honourable, But I did find him ftill mine enemy: Thou shouldft have better pleas'd me with this deed, Hadft thou defcended from another house, Exit Duke with his Train. ld 1 f I have SCENE VII. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this? Rof. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his foul, fo de modef Cel. Gentle coufin, Let us go thank him, and encourage him, But justly, as you've here exceeded promise, Ref. Gentleman, Wear this for me, one out of fuits with fortune, [Giving him a chain from her nesk, Cel. Ay; fare you well, fair gentleman. Orla. Can I not fay, I thank you? my better parts Rof. He calls us back my pride fell with my fortunes. More than your enemies. Cel. Will you go, coz? Rof. Have with you: fare you well. [Exe. Rof, and Cel. Orla. What paffion hangs thefe weights upon my tongue? I cannot fpeak to her yet the urg'd conference." Enter Le Beu. Opoor Orlando! thou art overthrown; Or Charles, or fomething weaker, mafters thee. To Mation, true applause, and love; Yet fuch is now the Duke's condition, That gent, ir are none to hment me; the world no are coming only in the world I fill 3. C. SIX DAay be better fupply'd when I have e drength chat I have, I would it were with Jeis aut hers. Ca. Jace rom well; my heart I be deceiv'd in you. centres be with you! 34. Cand. varre is a young gallant, that is so dẹis rather earth? He is will bath in it a more modeft [They wreft, ach the ftrong fellow mercuit in mine eye, I can tell who [Sheat [Charles is thrown, Speed your Glace; I am not yet well hway. Wines y me, young man? rama, by the youngest fan of Sir Reso Ex Date with his Train SCENE VII. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this? Rof. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his soul, Cel. Gentle coufin, Let us go thank him, and encourage him; Sticks at my heart. Sir, you have well deferv'd If you But juftly, as you've here exceeded promise, Ref. Gentleman, Wear this for me, one out of fuits with fortune, That would give more, but that her hand lacks means. Shall we go, coz? [Giving him a chain from her neck, Cel. Ay; fare you well, fair gentleman. Orla. Can I not fay, I thank you? my better parts Are all thrown down, and that which here ftands up If but a quintain, a meer lifeless block. Rof. He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes. I'll ask him what he would, Did you call, Sir? Sir, you have wreftled well, and overthrown More than your enemies. Cel. Will you go, coz? Rof. Have with you: fare you well. [Exe. Rof, and Cel. Orla. What paffion hangs thefe weights upon my tongue? I cannot fpeak to her, yet the urg'd conference." f. Enter Le Beu. Opoor Orlando! thou art overthrown; Or Charles, or fomething weaker, mafters thee. T That he mifconftrues all that you have done. Orla. thank you, Sir; and pray you, tell me this Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners; But that the people praise her for her virtues, I fhall defire more love and knowledge of you. [Exit. Orla. I reft much bounden to you: fare you well! Thus muft I from the fmoke into the fmother; From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother : But, heav'nly Rofalind! [Exit SCENE VIII. Re-enter Celia and Rofalind. Cel. Why, coufin, why, Rofalind; Cupid have mercy, not a word! Rof. Not one to throw at a dog. Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be caft away upon curs, throw fome of them at me; come, lame me with reafons. Rof. Then there were two coufins laid up, when the one fhould be lam'd with reafons, and the other mad without any. Cel. But is all this for your father? Rof. No, fome of it is for my father's child. Oh, how full of briers is this working-day-world! Cel. They are but burs, coufin, thrown upon thee in ho |