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Den. So please you, he is here at the door, and Oli. Farewell, good Charles.—Now will I stir importunes access to you.

this gamester. I hope, I shall see an end of him ; Oli. Call him in.--[Erit DennIS.]—'Twill be a for my soul, yet I know not why, hates nothing good way; and to-morrow the wrestling is.

more than he: yet he's gentle; never schooled, and

yet learned ; full of noble device; of all sorts enEnter CHARLES

chantingly beloved, and, indeed, so much in the Cha. Good morrow to your worship.

heart of the world, and especially of my own people, Oli. Good monsieur Charles, what's the new who best know him, that I am altogether misprised. news at the new court ?

But it shall not be so long; this wrestler shall clear Cha. There's no news at the court, sir, but the all: nothing remains, but that I kindle the boy old news: that is, the old duke is banished by his thither, which now I'll go about.

[Exit. younger brother the new duke, and three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile SCENE II.-A Lawn before the Duke's Palace. with him, whose lands and revenues enrich the new duke; therefore, he gives them good leave to wander.

Enter RosALIND and CELIA. Oli. Can you tell, if Rosalind, the duke's daugh Cel. I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be ter, be banished with her father?

merry. Cha. O! no; for the duke's daughter, her cousin, Ros. Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am so loves her, being ever from their cradles bred to mistress of, and would you yet I were merrier ? gether, that she would have followed her exile, or Unless you could teach me to forget a banished have died to stay behind her. She is at the court, father, you must not learn me how to remember and no less beloved of her uncle than his own any extraordinary pleasure. daughter; and never two ladies loved as they do. Cel. Herein, I see, thou lovest me not with the Oli. Where will the old duke live?

full weight that I love thee. If my uncle, thy banCha. They say, he is already in the forest of ished father, had banished thy uncle, the duke my Arden, and a many merry men with him; and father, so thou hadst been still with me, I could there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. have taught my love to take thy father for mine : so They say, many young gentlemen flock to him every would'st thou, if the truth of thy love to me were day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the so righteously tempered, as mine is to thee. golden world.

Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my Oli. What, you wrestle to-morrow before the estate, to rejoice in yours. new duke?

Cel. You know, my father hath no child but I, Cha. Marry, do I, sir; and I came to acquaint nor none is like to have; and, truly, when he dies, you with a matter. I am given, sir, secretly to thou shalt be his heir : for what he hath taken away understand, that your younger brother, Orlando, from thy father perforce, I will render thee again hath a disposition to come in disguised against me in affection : by mine honour, I will; and when I to try a fall. To-morrow, sir, I wrestle for my break that oath let me turn monster. Therefore, credit, and he that escapes me without some broken my sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry. limb shall acquit him well

. Your brother is but Ros. From henceforth I will, coz, and devise young, and tender; and, for your love, I would be sports. Let me see; what think you of falling in loath to foil him, as I must for my own honour if he love ? come in: therefore, out of my love to you I came Cel. Marry, I pr’ythee, do, to make sport withal : hither to acquaint you withal, that either you might but love no man in good earnest; nor no further in stay him from his intendment, or brook such disgrace sport neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou well as he shall run into, in that it is a thing of may'st in honour come off again. his own search, and altogether against my will. Ros. What shall be our sport then?

Oli. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, Cel. Let us sit, and mock the good housewife, which, thou shalt find, I will most kindly requite. Fortune, from her wheel, that her gifts may henceI had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein, forth be bestowed equally. and have by underhand means laboured to dissuade Ros. I would, we could do so; for her benefits are him from it; but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, mightily misplaced, and the bountiful blind woman Charles : it is the stubbornest young fellow of doth most mistake in her gifts to women. France; full of ambition, an envious emulator of Cel. 'Tis true, for those that she makes fair, she every man's good parts, a secret and villainous con scarce makes honest; and those that she makes triver against me his natural brother: therefore, honest, she makes very ill-favouredly. use thy discretion. I had as lief thou didst break Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's office his neck as his finger: and thou wert best look to't; to nature's: fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not for if thou dost him any slight disgrace, or if he do in the lineaments of nature. not mightily grace himself on thee, he will practise against thee by poison, entrap thee by some treache

Enter TouchstoNE. rous device, and never leave thee till he hath ta'en Cel. No: when nature hath made a fair creature, thy life by some indirect means or other; for, I may she not by fortune fall into the fire?—Though assure thee (and almost with tears I speak it) there nature hath given us wit to flout at fortune, hath is not one so young and so villainous this day living. not fortune sent in this fool to cut off the arguI speak but brotherly of him; but should Í anato ment? mize him to thee as he is, I must blush and weep, Ros. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for nature. and thou must look pale and wonder.

when fortune makes nature's natural the cutter off Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you. of nature's wit. If he come to-morrow, I'll give him his payment: Cel. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work if ever he go alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize neither, but nature's; who, perceiving our natural more; and so, God keep your worship! [Erit. wits too dull to reason of such goddesses, hath sent

this natural for our whetstone: for always the dul Ros. With bills on their necks,-“ Be it known ness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.—How unto all men by these presents," now, wit? whither wander you?

Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled with Touch. Mistress, you must come away to your Charles, the duke's wrestler; which Charles in a father.

moment threw him, and broke three of his ribs, that Cel. Were you made the messenger ?

there is little hope of life in him: so he served the Touch. No, by mine honour; but I was bid to second, and so the third. Yonder they lie, the poor come for you.

old man, their father, making such pitiful dole over Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool? them, that all the beholders take his part with

Touch. Of a certain knight, that swore by his weeping. honour they were good pancakes, and swore by his Ros. Alas! honour the mustard was naught: now, I'll stand to Touch. But what is the sport, monsieur, that the it, the pancakes were naught, and the mustard was ladies have lost? good, and yet was not the knight forsworn.

Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of. Cél. How prove you that, in the great heap of Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every day! your knowledge ?

it is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs Ros. Ay, marry: now unmuzzle your wisdom. was sport for ladies.

Touch. Stand you both forth now : stroke your Cel. Or I, I promise thee. chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave. Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken

Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art. music in his sides? is there yet another dotes upon

Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were; rib-breaking ?-Shall we see this wrestling, cousin ? but if you swear by that that is not, you are not Le Beau. You must, if you stay here; for here forsworn: no more was this knight, swearing by his is the place appointed for the wrestling, and they honour, for he never had any; or if he had, he had are ready to perform it. sworn it away before ever he saw those pancakes, Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming : let us now or that mustard.

stay and see it.

Flourish. Cel. Prythee, who is't that thou mean'st? Touch. One that old Frederick, your father, loves.

Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lords, ORLANDO, Cel. My father's love is enough to honour him

CHARLES, and Attendants. enough. Speak no more of him: you'll be whipped Duke F. Come on: since the youth will not be for taxation, one of these days.

entreated, his own peril on his forwardness. Touch. The more pity, that fools may not speak Ros. Is yonder the man? wisely, what wise men do foolishly.

Le Beau. Even he, madam. Cel. By my troth, thou say'st true; for since Cel. Alas! he is too young: yet he looks successthe little wit that fools have was silenced, the little

fully. foolery that wise men have makes a great show. Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin! are Here comes Monsieur Le Beau.

you crept hither to see the wrestling ? Enter LE BEAU.

Ros. Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave.

Duke F. You will take little delight in it, I can Ros. With his mouth full of news.


there is such odds in the man. In pity of Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed the challenger's youth I would fain dissuade him,

but he will not be entreated : speak to him, ladies : Ros. Then shall we be news-cramm'd.

see if you can move him. Cel. All the better; we shall be the more market Cel. Call him bither, good Monsieur Le Beau. able. Bon jour, Monsieur Le Beau: what's the Duke F. Do so: I'll not be by. news?

[DUKE goes apart. Le Beau. Fair princess, you have lost much good Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the princess sport.

calls for you. Cel. Sport? Of what colour ?

Orl. I attend them, with all respect and duty. Le Beau. What colour, madam? How shall I Ros. Young man, have you challenged Charles answer you?

the wrestler? Ros. As wit and fortune will.

Orl. No, fair princess; he is the general challenTouch. Or as the destinies decree.


I come but in, as others do, to try with him Cel. Well said : that was laid on with a trowel. the strength of my youth. Touch. Nay, if I keep not my rank,

Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold Ros. Thou losest thy old smell.

for your years. You have seen cruel proof of this Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies : I would have man's strength : if you saw yourself with your eyes, told you of good wrestling, which you have lost the or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of

your adventure would counsel you to a more equal Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to

Le Beau. I will tell you the beginning; and, if embrace your own safety, and give over this attempt. it please your ladyships, you may see the end, for Ros. Do, young sir: your reputation shall not the best is yet to do: and here, where you are, they therefore be misprised. We will make it our suit are coming to perform it.

to the duke, that the wrestling might not go forward. Cel. Well, -the beginning, that is dead and Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your buried.

hard thoughts, wherein I confess me much guilty, Le Beau. There comes an old man, and his three to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But

let your fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale. my trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but one

Le Beau. Three proper young men of excellent shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one growth and presence ;

dead that is willing to be so. I shall do my friends

their young.

sight of.


Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up
Is but a quintaine, a mere lifeless block.
Ros. He calls us back. My pride fell with my

I'll ask him what he would. Did you call, sir ? -
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown
More than your enemies.

Will you go, coz ? Ros. Have with you.–Fare you well.

(Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my

tongue ?
I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.

Re-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,
Yet such is now the duke's condition,
That he misconstrues all that you have done.
The duke is humorous : what he is, indeed,
More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of.
Orl. I thank you, sir; and, pray you, tell me

Which of the two was daughter of the duke,
That here was at the wrestling ?
Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by

But yet, indeed, the smaller 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 sisters.
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


well : Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. Orl. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well.

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.

Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it were with you.

Cel. And mine, to eke out hers.

Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be deceived 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?

Orl. Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working.

Duke F. 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. Orl. You mean to mock me after:

you should not have mocked me before; but come your ways.

Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man!

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

[Charles and ORLANDO wrestle. Ros. O, excellent young man!

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

(CHARLES is thrown. Shout. Duke F. No more, no more.

Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace: I am not yet well breathed.

Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ?
Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord.
Duke F. Bear him away.

(CHARLES is borne out. What is thy name, young man?

Orl. Orlando, my liege: the youngest son of sir
Rowland de Bois.
Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to some

man else.
The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
But I did find him still mine enemy :
Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed,
Hadst thou descended from another house.
But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth.
I would thou hadst told me of another father.

(Ereunt Duke FRED., train, and LE BEAU. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?

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

Ros. My father lov’d sir 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 haye ventur'd.

Gentle cousin,
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.


[Giving him a chain from her neck. Wear this for me, one out of suits with fortune, That could give more, but that her hand lacks

(Exit LE BEAU.
Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;
From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother.-
But heavenly Rosalind !



SCENE III.-A Room in the Palace.

Enter Celia and Rosalind. Cel. Why, cousin ; why, Rosalind.-Cupid have mercy !-Not a word ?

Ros. 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 lame me with reasons.

Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up, when the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other mad without any.

Cel. But is all this for your father?

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

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

Ros. I could shake them off my coat: these burs are in my heart. Cel. Hem them away.


Shall we go, coz ?

Cel. Ay.-Fare you well, fair gentleman.
Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts


Ros. I would try, if I could cry hem, and have Never so much as in a thought unborn him.

Did I offend your highness. Cel. Come, come ; wrestle with thy affections. Duke F.

Thus do all traitors : Ros. O! they take the part of a better wrestler If their purgation did consist in words, than myself.

They are as innocent as grace itself. Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not. time, in despite of a fall.—But, turning these jests Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor. out of service, let us talk in good earnest. Is it Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends. possible, on such a sudden, you should fall into so Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter; there's strong a liking with old sir Rowland's youngest son ? enough.

Ros. The duke my father lov'd his father dearly. Ros. So was I when your highness took his dukeCel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should love

dom; his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should So was I when your highness banish'd him. hate him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet Treason is not inherited, my lord ; I hate not Orlando.

Or if we did derive it from our friends, Ros. No 'faith, hate him not, for my sake. What's that to me? my father was no traitor. Cel. Why should I not ? doth he not deserve well ? Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much,

Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love To think my poverty is treacherous. him, because I do.

Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak.

Duke F. Ay, Celia : we stay'd her for your sake; Enter Duke FREDERICK, with Lords.

Else had she with her father rang'd along. Look, here comes the duke.

Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay: Cel. With his eyes full of anger.

It was your pleasure, and your own remorse. Duke F. Mistress, dispatch you


your safest I was too young that time to value her, haste,

But now I know her: if she be a traitor,
And get you from our court.

Why so am I; we still have slept together,
Me, uncle ?

Rose at an instant, learn’d, play'd, eat together; Duke F.

You, cousin : And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Within these ten days if that thou be'st found Still we went coupled, and inseparable. So near our public court as twenty miles,

Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her Thou diest for it.

smoothness, Ros. I do beseech your grace,

Her very silence, and her patience,
Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me. Speak to the people, and they pity her.
If with myself I hold intelligence,

Thou art a fool: sbe robs thee of thy name;
Or have acquaintance with mine own desires, And thou wilt show more bright, and seem more
If that I do not dream, or be not frantic,

virtuous, (As I do trust I am not,) then, dear uncle,

When she is gone. Then, open not thy lips :

Firm and irrevocable is my doom

Maids as we are, to travel forth so far! Which I have pass'd upon her. She is banish’d. Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. Cel. Pronounce that sentence, then, on me, my Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, liege :

And with a kind of umber smirch my face. I cannot live out of her company.

The like do you: so shall we pass along, Duke F. You are a fool.-You, niece, provide And never stir assailants. yourself :


Were it not better, If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour, Because that I am more than common tall, And in the greatness of my word, you die.

That I did suit me all points like a man? [Exeunt Duke FREDERICK and Lords. A gallant curtle-ax upon my thigh, Cel. O, my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go? A boar-spear in my hand; and, in my heart Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine. Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will, I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am. We'll have a swashing and a martial outside; Ros. I have more cause.

As many other mannish cowards have, Cel.

Thou hast not, cousin. That do outface it with their semblances. Prythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a man? Hath banished me, his daughter?

Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own Ros.

That he hath not.

page, Cel. No? hath not ? Rosalind lacks, then, the love, And therefore look you call me Ganymede. Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one. But what will you be call’d ? Shall we be sunder'd ? shall we part, sweet girl? Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state: No: let my father seek another heir.

No longer Celia, but Aliena. Therefore, devise with me how we may fly, ,

Ros. But, cousin, what if we essay'd to steal Whither to go, and what to bear with us :

The clownish fool out of your father's court ? And do not seek to take your change upon you, Would he not be a comfort to our travel ? To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out; Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, Leave me alone to woo him. Let's away, Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee. And get our jewels and our wealth together, Ros. Why, whither shall we go ?

Devise the fittest time, and safest way Cel.

To seek my uncle To hide us from pursuit that will be made In the forest of Arden.

After my flight. Now go we in content Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us,

To liberty, and not to banishment. (Exeunt.

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