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mulick in his fides ? is there yet another doats upon rib. breaking ? mall we see this wrestling, Cousin ?
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 stay 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? Le Beu. Even he, Madam. Cel. Alas, he is too young ; yet he looks fuccefsfully. : Duke. How now, Daughter and Cousin ; are you -crept bither 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 hin, but he will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies, see if you can move him.
Cel. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beu.
RS. Young man, haye you challeng'd 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 fpirits are too bold for your years : you have seen cruel proof of this man's itrength. 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 sake, 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 suit 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. fair eyes and gentle wishes go
with to my trial, wherein if I be foil'd, there is but one sham'd that
never gracious ; if killd, but one dead that is willing to be fo : I shall 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 supplied when I have made it empty.
Rof. The little strength that I have, I would it were
But let your
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
! Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth?
Orla. Ready, Şir; but his will hath in it a more modest working.
Duke. You thall try but one falt.
Cha. No, I 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.
Rol. Now Hercules be thy speed, young man !
Cel. I would I were invisīble, to catch the strong fellow by the leg !
[They wrefille. Roj. O excellent young man ! Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who ihoid down,
Duke. No, more, no more.
(Charles is tbrown. Orla. Yes, I beseech your Grace; I am not yet well breathed.
Duke. How dost thou, Charles ?
What is thy name, young
Duke. I would, thou hadtt been fon to fome man elle! 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, Hadit 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 bis train.
Manens Celia, Rofalind, Orlando.
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 Şir Rowland as his soul,
Cel. Gentle cousin,
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 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
Sir, fare you well ;
Orla. I rest much bounden to you ; fare you, weil !
SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace.
Re-enter Celia and Rosalind.
HY, Coufin ; why, Rosalind; Cupid have
mercy ; not a word ! 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 coufins 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!
4. Oh, 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
Roj. O, they take the part of a better wrestler 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 earnest; is it possible on fuch a sudden you should fall into fo strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest fon?