mufick in his fides? is there yet another doats upon rib. breaking fhall we fee 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, fure, they are coming; let us now ftay and fee it.

Flourish. 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 wreflling?

Rof. Ay, my liege, so please 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.

Órla. I attend them with all refpect and duty.

Ref. Young man, have you challeng'd Charles the

wrestler?

Orla. No, fair Princefs; he is the general challenger: 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 feen cruel proof of this man's ftrength. If you faw yourself with your own eyes, or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of your ad

venture

venture would counfel you to a more equal enterprise. 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 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 confefs me much guilty, to deny fo fair and excellent. ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes and gentle wifhes 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 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 fo defirous to lie with his mother earth?

Orla. Ready, Sir; but his will hath in it a more modest 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 firít.

Orla. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mockt me 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 wrefile.

Roj. O excellent young man!

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

Duke

Duke. No more, no more.

[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 Rowland 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 should it 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 hadft told me of another father.

[Exit Duke, with his train.

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 fhould thus have ventur'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 promifes in love,

But jufily as you have exceeded all in promise,
Your mistress shall be happy..

Rof. Gentleman,

Wear this for me; one out of fuits with fortune,

That could give more, but that her hand lack means. [Giving him a Chain from ber neck.

Shall we go, coz ?

Cel.

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, Is but a quintaîne, a mere lifelefs 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 wrestled well, and overthrown

Cel. Will you go, coz?

More than your enemies.

Rof. Have with you:

fare you well.

[Exeunt Rofalind and Celia.

Orla. What paffion hangs thefe 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 fomething weaker, masters thee.
Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place. Albeit you have deserv'd
High commendation, true applaufe, and love;
Yet fuch is now the Duke's condition,

That he mifconftrues 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 wrestling?

Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners; But yet, indeed, the fhorter 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 displeasure '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,

[Exit.

I fhall defire more love and knowledge of you.
Orla. I reft much bounden to you; fare you well!
Thus must I from the smoke into the fmother;
From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother :
But, heav'nly Rofalind !.

[Exit.

SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace.

Re-enter Celia and Rofalind.

Cel. W mercy; not a word!

7 HY, Coufin; why, Rofalind; Cupid have

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 should 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 briars is this working-day-world!

Cel. They are but burs, coufin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery; if we walk not in the trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them.

Ref. I could shake them off my coat; thefe burs are in my heart.

Cel. Hem them away.

Rof. I would try, if I could cry, hem, and have him.
Cel. Come, come, wreftle with thy affections.

Rof. O, they take the part of a better wreiller than myfelf.

Cel. O, a good with upon you! you will try in time, in defpight of a fall; but turning these jefts out of fervice, let us talk in good earneft; is it poffible on fuch a fudden you should fall into fo ftrong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest fon?

Rof