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yourself with your judgment, the fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We pray

your own sake, to embrace your own safety, and give over this attempt.

Rof. Do, young fir; 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 beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts : herein I confess me much guilty, to deny so 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 so : 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

with you.

Cel. And mine to eke out hers.
Rof. Fare you well. Pray heaven I be deceiv'd in you!
Cel. Your heart's desires be with you!

Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth?

Orla. Ready, fir; but his will hath in it a more modest working

Duke. You shall try but one fall.

Cha. No, I warrant your grace ; you shall not entreat him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first.

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

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If you mean.

Ref.

IT. 189 Rof. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man !

Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg !

[They wrestle. Ros. O excellent young man!

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

[Shout. Duke. No more, no more.

(Charles, is thrown. Orla. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet well breathed.

Duke. How dost thou, Charles ?
Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord. .
Duke. Bear him away. What is thy name, young man ?

Orla. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of fir Rowland de Boys.

Duke. I would, thou hadft been son to some man elfe. The world esteem'd thy father honourable, But I did find him ftill mine enemy : Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed, Hadit thou descended from another house. But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth ; I would, thou hadít told me of another father.

[Exit Duke, with his train. Manent Celia, Rosalind, Orlando. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?

Orla. I am more proud to be fir Rowland's son,
His youngest son ;-and would not change that calling,
To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Rof. My father lov'd fir Rowland as his soul,
And all the world was of my father's mind :
Had I before known this young man his son,
I should have given him tears unto entreaties,
Ere he should thus have ventur'd.
Cel. Gentle cousin,

Let

Let us go thank him, and encourage him :
My father's rough and envious disposition
Sticks me at heart.-Sir, you have well deserv'd :
If

you do keep your promises in love
But justly, as you have exceeded all promise,
Your mistress shall be happy.
Rof. Gentleman,

[Giving him a chain from ber neck.
Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune;
That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.
Shall we go, coz ?

Cel. Ay:-Fare you well, fair gentleman.

Orla. Can I not say, I thank you ? My better parts Are all thrown down ; and that which here stands up, Is but a quintaine, a mere lifeless block..

Ref. 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
More than your enemies.

Cel. Will you go, coz?
Rof. Have with you :-Fare you well.

[Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. Orla. What pasion hangs these weights upon my tongue? I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.

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Enter Le Beau.

O poor Orlando ! thou art overthrown;
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.

Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place : Albeit you have deserv'd
High commendation, true applause, and love ;

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out of suits 1-out of her favour, dismiss'd her service. ca quintaine, ]-a butt, or mark for military exerciles; the stake of a trophy, which remains, when stript of all its garniture,

Yet

Yet such is now the duke's "condition,
That he misconftrues all that you have done.
The duke is humourous : what he is, indeed,
More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of.

Orla. I thank you, fir: and, pray you, tell me this;
Which of the two was daughter of the duke
That here was at the wrestling?

Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners; But yet,

indeed, the shorter is his daughter :
The other is daughter to the banish'd duke,
And here detain'd by her usurping uncle,
To keep his daughter company; whose loves
Are dearer than the natural bond of fifters.
But I can tell you, that of late this 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 sake ;
And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady
Will suddenly break forth.—Sir, fare you well ;
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of

you. [Exit. Orla. I rest much bounden to you : fare you

well!
Thus must I from the smoke into the smother ;
From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother :
But heavenly Rosalind !

[Exit.

SC Ε Ν Ε III.
An Apartment in the Palace.

Enter Celia, and Rosalind.
Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind;-Cupid have mercy!
-Not a word ?
condition, -disposition, e humourous ;]-humoursome, peevish.

Rof.

Rof. Not one to throw at a dog.

Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs, throw some of them at me ; come, lame me with reasons.

Ros. Then there were two cousins 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?

Roj. No, some of it is for my child's father : Oh, how full of briars is this working-day world !

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. Rof. I could shake them off my coat; these burs are in

heart. Cel. Hem them away. Rof. I would try; if I could cry, hem, and have him. Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.

Roj. O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself.

Cel. O, sa good wish upon you ! you will try in time, in despight of a fall.-But, turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnett : Is it posible on such a sudden you should fall into so strong a liking with old fir Rowland's youngest son ?

Rof. The duke my father lov'd his father dearly.

Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should love his fon dearly? By this 'kind of chase, I should hate him, for my father hated his father * dearly; yet I hate not OrJando.

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my child's father :)--future husband father's obild. & a good wish upon you ! ]-Heavens bless you.

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Ros.

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