Cel. Or F, I promise thee."

Rof. But (4) is there any elfe longs to fet this broken mufick in his fides? is there yet another doats upon rib-breaking? fhall we fee this wrestling, coufin?

Le Bea. You must if you stay here, for here is the place appointed for the wrestling; and they are readyto perform it.

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Cel. Yonder, fure, they are coming: let us now ftay and fee it.

Flourifp. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando,
Charles, and Attendants.

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

Rof. Is yonder the man?

Le Beu. Even he, Madam.

Cel. Alas, he is too young; yet he looks fuccefsfully. Duke. How now, daughter and coufin; are you crept hither to fee the wrestling?

Rof. Ay, my Liege, fo pleafe you give us leave.

Duke. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is fuch 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 can move him.

Cel. Call him hither, good Monfieur Le Beu. Duke. Do fo; I'll not be by. [Duke goes apart. Le Beu. Monfieur the challenger, the Princeffes call for you.

Orla. I attend them with all refpect and duty. Ref. Young man, have you challeng'd Charles the wreftler?

Orla. No, fair Princefs; he is the general challenger:

(4) Is there any else longs to see this broken musick in his fides?] This feems a ftupid error in the copies. They are talking here of fome who had their ribs broke in wrestling: and the pleafantry of Rosalind's repartce must confift in the allufion she makes to compofing in mufick. It neceffarily follows therefore, that the poet wrote. fet this broken mufick in his fides. Mr. Warburton.

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I come but in, as others do, to try with him the ftrength of my youth..

Cel. Young gentleman, your fpirits are too bold for your years: you have seen cruel proof of this man'sftrength. If you faw yourself with your eyes, or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of your adventure would counfel you to a more equal enterprife. We pray you, for your own fake, to embrace your own fafety, and give over this attempt.

Rof. Do, young Sir; your reputation fhall not there-fore be mifprifed; 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 confefs me much guilty, to deny fo 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 fhall do my friends 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 fupplied when I have made it empty.

Rof. The little ftrength that I have, I would it were with you.

Cel. And mine to eke 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 fo defirous to lie 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 shall not entreat him to a fecond, that have fo mightily perfuaded him from a firft.

Orla. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mockt me before; but come your ways.

Ref. Now Hercules be thy fpeed, young man!

Cel. I would I were invifible, to catch the ftrong fellow by the leg! [they wrestle. Raf. O excellent

young man!.

Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who fhould down.

Duke. No more, no more..

[fbout. [Charles is thrown. 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 son to some man else:; The world efteem'd thy father honourable,,

But I did find him ftill mine enemy:

Thou fhould't have better pleas'd me with this deed,
Hadft thou defcended from another house.

But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth;
I would, thou hadst 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 fon, and would not change that calling.
to be adopted heir to Frederick.

Rof. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his foul,
And all the world was of my father's mind:
Had I before known this young man his fon,
I should have giv'n him tears unto entreaties,
Ere he thould thus have ventur'd.

Cel. Gentle coufin,.

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 promifes in love,

But juftly as you have exceeded all in promife,
Your mistress fhall be happy.

Ref

Ro Gentleman,

5) Wear this for me; one out of fuits with fortune, That could 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, (6) Is but a quintaine, a mere 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.

[Exeunt Rof. and £el.

(5) Wear this for me;] There is nothing in the fequel of this fcens, expreffing what it is that Rafalind here gives to Orlando: nor has there been hitherto any marginal direction to explain it. It would have been no great burden to the editor's fagacity, to have supply'd the nose I have given in the margin: for afterwards, in the third act, when Refalind has found a copy of verfes in the woods writ on herself, and Celia afks her whether the knows who hath done this, Refalind, replies, by way of queftion, Is it a man? to which Celia again replies, Ay, and a chain, that you once wore, about bis neck.

(6) Is but a quintaine,--] This word fignifies in general a post ar butt fet up for feveral kind of martial exercifes. It ferved fometimes to run against, on horseback, with a lance: and then one part of it was always moveable, and turn'd about an axis. But, befides this, there was another quintaine, that was only a poft fix'd firmly in the ground; on which they hung a buckler, and threw their darts, and fhct their arrows against it: and to this kind of quitaine it is that Shakespeare here alludes and taking it in this latter fenfe, there is an extreme beauty and juftnefs in the thought. "I am now, fays Orlando, only a quintaine, a mere lifeless block, on which love only exercifes his arms in jeft; the great difparity between me and Rofalind, in con"dition, not fuffering me to hope that ever love will make a serious "matter of it." Regnier, the famous fatirift, who dy'd about the time our author did, applies this very metaphor to the fame fubject, the the thought be fomewhat different.

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Et qui depuis dix ans, jufqu'en ses derniers jours,
A outenu le prix en l' efcrime d'amours;
Laffe enfin de fervir au peuple de quintaine,
Elle &c.

Mr. Warburton,

Orla,

Orla. What paffion hangs thefe weights upon my tongue?

I cannot speak to her; yet fhe urg'd conference.

Enter Le Beu.

poor Orlando! thou art overthrown ;

Or Charles, or fomething weaker, masters thee. 1
Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counfel you:
To leave this place. Albeit you have deferv'd'
High commendation, true applaufe, and love;
Yet fuch is now the Duke's condition,

That he misconftrues all that you have done..
The Duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,
More fuits 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 wrefting?

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, whofe loves
Are dearer than the natural bond of fifters..
But I can tell you, that of late this Duke
Hath ta'en difpleafure 'gainft his gentle niece ;;
Grounded upon no other argument,,

But that the people praife her for her virtues,
And pity her for her good father's fake;
And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the Lady
Will fuddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well;
Hereafter, in a better world than this,.

I fhall defire more love and knowledge of you. [Exits.
Orla. I reit much bounden to you: fare you well!.
Thus must I from the smoke into the smother ;

From tyrant Duke, unto a tyrant brother:

But heav'nly Rofalind !

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