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Orla. I will not 'till I please: You shall hear me. My Fa. ther charg'd you in his Will to give me good Education : You have traini'd me up like a Peasant, obscuring and hiding from me all Gentleman-like Qualities ; the Spirit of my Father grows strong in me, and I will no longer endure it :
Therefore allow me such Exercises as may become a Gentleman, or give me the poor Allottery my Father left me by Testament, with that I will go buy my Fortunes.
Oli. And what wilt thou do ? beg when that is spent? Well, Sir, ger you in. I will nor loog be troubled with you : You shall have some part of your Will, I pray you leave me.
Orla. I will no further offend you, than becomes me for my good.
Oli. Get you with him, you old Dog.
Adam. Is old Dog my Reward? Molt true, I have lost my Teeth in your Service: God be with my old Master, he would not have spoke fuch a word. [Exit Orl. and Adam.
Oli. Is it even fo? Begin you to grow upon me? I will Phylick your Rankness, and yet give no thousand Crowns neither. Holla, Dennis !
Oli. Was not Charles, the Duke's Wrestlers here to speak with me?
Den. So please you, he is here at the door, and importunes access to you.
Oli. Call him in ; 'cwill be a good way; and to morrow the Wrestling is.
Oli. Good Monlieur Charles, what's the new News at the new Court
Char. There's no News at the Court, Sir, but the old News; that is, the old Duke is banish'd by his younger Brother the new Duke, and three or four loving Lords have pur themselves into a voluntary Exile with him, whose Lands and Revenues enrich the new Duke, therefore he gives them good leave to wander.
Olio Can you tell if Rosalind, the Duke's Daughter, be banish'd with her Facher
Cha. O no; for the Duke's Daughter her Cousin fo loves her, being ever from their Cradles bred together, that the would have followed their Exile, or have died to stay behind her; she is at the Court, and no less beloved of her Unkle, than his own Daughter, and never two Ladies loved as they do. : Oli, Where will the old Duke live?
Cha. They say he is already in the Forest of Arden, and a many 'merry Men with him; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England; they say many young Gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelesly as they did in the golden World. : Oli, What, you wrestle to morrow before the new Duke?
Cha. Marry do I, Sir, and I come to acquaint you with a maiter: I am given, Sir, secretly to understand, that your younger Brother Orlando hath a disposition to come in disguis'd against me to try a Fall; to morrow, Sir, Iwrestle for my Credit, and he that escapes me without some broken Limb, shall acquit him well; your Brother is but young and tender, and for your love I would be loach to foil him, as I must for mine own Honour if he come in ; therefore out of my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you withal, that either you might stay him from his intendment, or book such Disgrace well as he shall run into, in that it is a thing of his own search, and altogether against my will.
Oli. Charles, I thank thee for thy Love to me, which thou shalt find I will most kindly requite: I had my self notice of my Brother's purpose herein, and have by underhand meaus laboured to dissuade him from it; but he is resolute. I tell thee, Charles, he is the stubborneft young Fellow of France, full of Ambition, an envious Emulator of every Man's good Parts, a secret and villanous Contriver against me his natural Brother; and therefore use thy Difcretion, I had as lief thou didst break his Neck as his Finger. And thou wert belt look to't; for if thou dost him any flight Disgrace, or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee, he will practice against thee by Poison, to entrap thee by some treacherous Device, and never leave thee 'till he hath ta'en thy Life by some indire& means or other: For I assure thee, and almost with Tears I speak it, there is not one' so young and so villanous this day living. I speak but
o brotherly of him; but should I Anatomize him to thee, as then he is, I must blush and weep, and thou must look pale a. and wonder....
. Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you: If he come est to morrow, I'll give him his Payment; if ever he go alone
again, I'll never wrestle for Prize more; and so God keep your Worship.
. . Exit. - Oli. Farewel, good Charles. Now will I stir this Gamefter : I hope I shall see an end of him, for my Soul, yet I know not why, hates nothing more than he; yet he's gentle, never school'd, and yet learned, full of noble Device, of all sorts enchantingly beloved, and indeed so much the Heart of the World, and especially of my own People, who best know him, that I am altogether misprised; but it shall not be fo long, this Wrestler shall clear all : Nothing remains, but that I kindle the Boy thither, which now I'll go about.
[Exit. SCENE II. The Duke's Palace.
Enter Rosalind and Celia.
Rof. Dear Celia, I show more Mirch than I am Mistress
Ref. Well, I will forget the Condition of my Eftate, to rejoyce in yours.
Cel. You know my Father hath no Child but I, nor none is like to have, and truly when he dies, thou shalt be his Heir; for what he hath taken away from thy Father perforce, I will render thee again in Affection; by mine Honour I will, and when I break that Oath, let me turn Monfter: Therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry.
• Ros. From hencefore I will, Coz, and devife Sports : Let me see, what think you of falling in Love?
Cel. Marry, I prethee dø; to make Sport withal; but love no Man in good earneft, nor no further in Sport neither than with safety of a pure blush thou may'st in Honour come off again.
Rof. What shall be the Sport then?
Cel. Let us sit and mock the good Housewife Fortune from her Wheel, that her Gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally,
Rel. I would we could do fo; for her Benefits are migh. tily misplaced, and the bountiful blind Woman doth moft mistake in her Gifts to Women.
Cel. 'Tis true, for those that she makes honeft, the makes very ill-favouredly.
Rof. Nay, now thou goeft from Fortune's Office to Nam tures: Fortune reigns in Gifts of the World, not in the Lineaments of Nature.
Enter Clown. Cel. No; when Nature hath made a fair Creature; may the not by Fortune fall into the Fire? Tho' Nature hath given us Wic to flout at Fortune, hach got Fortune sent in this Fool to cut off this Argument ?
Rof. Indeed, Fortune is there too hard for Nature, when Fortune makes Nacure's Natural, the cutter off of Nature's Wit.
Cel. Peradventure this is not Fortune's Work neither, but Nature's, who perceiving our natural Wits too dull to reason of such Goddesses, hath sent this Natural for our Whee. ftone: For always the Dulness of the Fool, is the Whetstone of the Wits. How now, whither wander your
Clo. Mistress, you must come away to your Father.
(you. Clo. No by mine Honour, but I was bid to come for Rof. Where learned you that Oath, Fool?
Clo. Of a certain Knight, that swore by his Honour they were good Pancakes, and fwore by his Honour the Mustard was naught: Now I'll stand to it, the Pancakes were naught, and the Mufard was good, and yet was not the Knight forsworn.
Cel. How prove you that in the great Heap of your Know." ledge?
Rof. Ay marry, now unmuzzle your Wisdom. EX Clo, Stand you both forth now; stroke your Chins, and I swear by your Beards that I am a Knave.
Cel. By our Beards, if we had them, thou art.
Clo. By my Knavery, if I had it, then I were; but if you Fy swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn; no more bele was this Knight swearing by his Honour, for he never had
any; or if he had, he had sworn it away, before ever he faw
Cel. Prethee, who is that thou mean'ft?
Ref. My Father's Love is enough to honour him enough; speak no more of him, you'll be whipt for Taxation one of these Days.
Clo. The more pity that Fools may not speak wisely, what Wise Men do foolishly.
Cel. By my Troth thou fay'st true; for since the little
Enter Le Beu.
Celo Which he will put on us, as Pigeons feed their
Rot. Then shall we be News-cram'd.
Cel. All the better, we shall be che more marketables
Le Bex, Fair Princess,
Cel. Sport; of what Colour
Le Beu. What Colour, Madam? How shall I answer you?
Rof. As Wit and Fortune will.
Çlo. Or as the Deftinies decrees.
Clo. Nay, if I keep not my Rank
Le Ben. You amafe me, Ladies: I would have cold you of good Wrestling, which you have left the Sight of