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Orla. I will not 'till I please: You shall hear me. My Father chargʻd you in his Will to give me good Education : You have traind me up like a Pealant, 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 Teftament, 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 not long be troubled with you : You shall have some part of your Will, I pray you

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? Most true, I have loft 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 Phyfick your Rankness, and yet give no thousand Crowns neither. Holla, Dennis !

Enter Dennise
Den. Calls your Worship?
Oli. Was not Charles, the Duke's Wrestlers here to speak
with me?

Den. So please you, he is here at the door, and impore tunes access to you.

Oli. Call him in ; 'cwill be a good way; and to morrow the Wrestling is.

Enter Charles
Char. Good morrow to your Worship.

Oli, Good Monsieur 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 che new Duke, and three or four loving Lords have pur themselves into a voluntary Exile with him, whoso 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 ?

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Cha. Ono; for the Duke's Daughter her Cousin fo loves her, being ever from their Cradles bred together, that she would have followed their Exile, or have died to stay behind her; she is at the Court, and no lefs 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 matter: 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, I wrestle for my Credit, and he tbat 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 stubbornest 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 Dila cretion, I had as lief thou didft break his Neck as his Finger. And thou wert best look to't; for if thou dost him any flight Disgrace, or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee, he will pra&ice 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 fo young and so villanous this day living. I speak but

brotherly

o brotherly of him; bat should I Anatomize him to thee, as

he is, I must blush and weep, and thou must look pale H. and wonder.

Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you: If he come 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 GE know not why, hates nothing more than he; yet he's gentle, Eli -never school'd, and yet learned, full of noble Device, of

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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 Thall clear all : Nothing remains, but that I kindle the Boy thither, which now I'll go

about.

[Exit. SCEN E II. The Duke's Palace.

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Enter Rosalind and Celia.
Cel. I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my Coz, be merry.

Ros. Dear Celia, I show more Mirch than I am Mistress of, and would you yet were merrier; unless you could teach me to forget a banilh'd Father, you must not learn me how to remember my extraordinary Pleasure.

Cel. Herein I fee chou lov'st me not with the full weight that I love thee; if my Unkle, thy banished Father, had banished thy Unkle, the Duke my Father, so thou had it been still with me, I could have taught my Love to take thy Father for mine; so would'st thou, if the truth of thy Love to me were so righteously temper'd, as mine is to thee. Rof. Well

, I will forget the Condition of my Estate, 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 Affe&tion; by mine Honour I will, and when I break that Oath, let me turn Mon. fter: Therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry.

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Ros. From hencefore I will, Coz, and devise Sports : Let me see, what think you of falling in Love?

Cel. Marry, I prethee do, to make Sport withal; but love no Man in good earneft, nor no further in Sport weither, than with safety of a pure blush thou may'st in Honour come off again.

Ref. What shall be the Sport then?

Cel. Let us fit and mock the good Housewife Fortune from her Wheel, that her Gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally.

Ref. I would we could do so; for her Benefits are mightily 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 Na 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

glven us Wit to fout at Fortune, hath got Fortune fent in this Fool to cut off this Argument?

Rof. Indeed, Fortune is there too hard for Nature, when Fortune makes Nature'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 Wheeftone: For always the Dulness of the Fool, is the Whetstone of the Wits. How now, whicher wander your

Clo. Mistress, you muft come away to your Father.
Cel. Were you made the Messenger?

(you. Clo. No by mine Honour, but I was bid to come for Rof. Where learned you that Oath, Fool?

Cio. 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 Muftard was good, and yet was not the Knight forsworn.

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Cel. How prove you that in the great Heap of your Knows ledge? Ros. Ay marry, now unmuzzle

your Wisdom

. Cle. Stand you both forth now; stroke your Chins, and 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 swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn ; no more 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 those Pancakes, or that Mustard.

Cel. Prethee, who is that thou mean'ft?
Clo. One that old Fredrick your Father loves.

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 wife Men do foolishly.

Cel. By my Troth thou say'st true; for since the little
Wit that Fools have was filenc'd, the little Foolery that
wise Men bave makes a great Shew: Here comes Monsieur
Le Ben.

Enter Le Beu.
Rof. With his Mouth full of News.

Ceh Which he will put on us, as Pigeons feed their
Young.

Rof. Then shall we be News-cram'd.

Cel. All the better, we shall be che more marketables
Bon-jour Monsieur le Bex, what News?

Le Bex, Fair Princess,
You have loft much Sport.

Cel. Sport; of what Colour

Le Beu. What Colour, Madam? How shall I answer you?

Ref. As Wit and Fortune will.
Clo. Or as the Destinies decrees.
Cel. Well said, that was laid on with a Trowel.
Clo. Nay, if I keep not my Rank.
Ref. Thou lofelt thy old Smell.

Le Ben. You amafe me, Ladies: I would have cold you of good Wrestling, which you have lost the sight of

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