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they were good pancakes, and swore by his honour the mustard was naught: now I'll fand to it, the pancakes were naught, and the mustard was good, and yet was rot tbe Knight forsworn.

Cel. How prove you that in the great heap of your knowledge ? Rof. Ay, marry; now unmuzzle


wisdom. Clo. 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 : po 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 saw those pancakes or that mustard.

Cel. Pr’ythee, who is that thou mean'st?
Clo (3) One, that old Frederick your father loves.

Cel. 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 fpeak wisely what wise 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 have makes a great fhow: here comes Monfieur Le Beu.

Enter Le Beu. Ros. With his mouth full of news.

Cél. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young

Ref. Then shall we be news-cram'da

(3) Clo. One, that old Frederick your father lovesi

Rof. My father's love is enough to Lonour bim enough;] This reply to the Clown is in all the books plac'd to Rosalind; but Frederick was pot her father, but Celia's : I have therefore ventur'd to prefix the name of Celia. There is no countenance from any paffage in the play, or from the Dramatis Persona, to imagine, that both the brother-dukes were namesakes; and the one call.d.the old, and the other the younger Frederick; and, without come such authorttyy it would make confusion * fuppose ite


Cel. All the better, we shall be the more marketable. Bonjour, Monfieur Le Beu; what news?

Le Beu. Fair Princess, you have lost much good fport. Cel. Sport; of what colour ?

Le Beu. What colour, Madam ? how mall I answer you?

Rof. As wit and fortune will.
Clo. Or as the destinies, decree.
Cel. Well said, that was laid on with a trowel.
Clo. Nay, if I keep not my rank,
Rof. Thou losett thy old imell.

Le Beu. You amaze me, Ladies ; I would have told you of good wrestling, which you have lost the fight of.

Rof. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.

Le Beu. I will tell you the beginning, and, if it. please your Ladyships, you may see the end, for the beft is yet to do, and here where you are, they are coming to perform it.

Cel. Well, the beginning that is dead and buried.

Le Beu. There comes an old man and his three sons,

Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale.

Le Beu. Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence ; —

Ros. With bills on their necks: Be it known unto all men by these presents,

Le Beu. The eldest of the three wrefled with Charles the Duke's wrestler ; which Charles in a moment threw him, and broke three of his ribs, that there is little hope of life in him: so he sery'd the fecond, and for the third : yonder they lie, the poor old man their fan ther making such pitiful dole over them, that all the beholders take his part with weeping,

Rof. Alas!

Clo. But what is the sport, Monsieur, that the Ladies have lost?

Le Beu. Why this, that I speak of.

Cl. Thus men may grow wiser every day. It is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was Sport for Ladies.


Cel. Orl, I


ise thee. Rol: But (4) is there any else longs to set this broker musick in his fides ? is there yet another doats upon rib-breaking ? shall we see this wrestling, cousin ?

Le Bez. You must if you stay here, for here is the place appointed for the wrestling ; and they are ready to perform it.

Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming : let us now ftay and see it.

Flourisha Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando,

Charles, and Attendants. Duke. Come on, since 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 successfully.

Duke. How now, daughter and cousin ; are you crept hither to see the wrestling?

Rof. Ay, my Liege, lo please you give us leave.

Duke. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is such odds in the men :. in pity of the challenger's youth, I would feign dissuade him, but be will not be entreated. , Speak to him, Ladies ; fee, if you can move him.

Cel. Call him bither, good. Monsieur Le Beu.
Duke. Do so; I'll not be by. [Duke goes apart:

Le Beu. Monsieur the challenger, the Princesses call for you.

Orla. I attend them with all respect and duty.

Rod: Young man, have you challeng'd Charles the wrestler

Orla. No, fair Piincess; he is the general challenger :

(4) Is tbere any else longs to see this broken mufick in bis fides ?] This feems a Itupid error in the copies. They are talking here of some who had their ribs broke in wrestling: and the pleasantry of Rosalind's repartee must confift in the allusion he makes to compofing in mufck. It necessarily follows therefore, that the poet wrote fet ibis broken sufick in bis fides.

Mr. Warbariona

I come but in, as others do, to try with him the ftrength of my youth.

Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your years: you have seen cruel proof of this man's itrength. If you saw yourself with your eyes, or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. · We pray you, for your own faka, to embrace your own safety, and give over this attempt.

Ros Do, young Sir; 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, wherein, i confefs 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 tham'd that was never gracious; if kill'd, but one dead that is willing to be fo: 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.

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

with you.


Cel. And mine to eke out hers. Roj. 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 to defirous to lie with his mother earth?

Orla. Ready, Sir; but his will hath in it a more modeft working.

Duke. You thall 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 firft.

Orla. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mockt me before ; but come your ways. Rof. Now Hercules be thy speed, young man !


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

[they wrestle. Roj: O excellent young man!

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

(shout. 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 speak, my Lord.

Duke. Bear him away. What is thy name, young man?

Orla. Orlando, my Liege, the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys.

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

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

Orla. 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.

Ref. 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 Mould have giv’n him tears unto entreaties,
Ere, he thould 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 deserv'd;
If you do keep your promises in love,
But justly as you have exceeded all in promise,
Your mistress shall be happy.


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