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Cls. 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 whipp'd 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's true ; for since the little wit that fools have was fiienc'd; the little foolery that wife men have makes a great thow. Here comes Monsieur Le Beu.
S CE N E V. Enter Le Beui. Rof. With his mouth full of news.
Gel. Which he will put on us, as pidgeons feed their young.
Rof. Then ihall we be news-cramm’d..
Cel. All the better, we shall be the more marketable. Bon jour, Monsieur le Beu, what news ?
Le Beu. Fair Princess, you have lost much good sport.
Rof. As wit and fortune will..
Le Beu. You amaze me, Ladies ; I would have told you of good wrestling, which you have lost the fight of
Roy. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.
Le Beu. I will tell you the beginning; and, if it please your Ladyships, you may fee the end, for the best 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 fons,
Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale.
Le Beu. Three proper yoang men, of excellent groweb and presence;
Rof. With bills on their necks:
Le Beu. The eldest of the'three wrestled 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 serv'd the second, and so the third : yonder they lie, the poor old man their father making such pitiful dole over them, that all the beholders take his part with weeping.
Clo. But what is the sport, Monsieur, that the ladies have lost?
Le Beu. Why this that I speak of.
Clo. Thus men may grow wiser every day! It is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.
Cel. Or I, I promise thee.
Rof. But is there any else longs to set this broken music in his sides ? is there yet another doats upon ribbreaking ? shall we see this wrestling, cousin ?
Le Beu. 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.
S CE N E VI. Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Iords, Orlando;
Charles, and attendants. Duke. Come on; since the youth will not be intreated, his own peril on his forwardness.
Ref. Is yonder the man?
Duke. How now, daughter and cousin; are you crept hither to see the wrestling?
Rof. Ay, my Liege, fo pleafe 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 fain dissuade him, but he will not be intreated. Speak to him, Ladies, see if you can move him.
Cei. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beu.
Duke. Do so; I'll not be by. [Duke goes apart: Le Beu. Monsieur the challenger, the Princesses call
Orla. I attend them with all respect and duty.
Rof. Young man, have you challeng'd Charles the wrestler ?
Orla. No, fair Princess; he is the general challenger : I come but in, as others do, to try with him the strength of my youth.
Cel. Young Gentleman, your fpirits are too bold for your years : you have seen cruel proof of this man's ítrength. If you faw yourself with our eyes, or knew yourself with our judgment, the fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. "We pray you, for your own sake, to embrace your own fafety, and give over this attempt.
Rof. Do, young Sir; your reputation shall not there fore be misprised; we will make it our fuit to the Duke, that the wrestling might not go forward, Orla. I beseech you, punish me not with your
hard thoughts, wherein 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 foild, there is but one shan'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
Cel. And mine to eek out her's.
Rof. Fare you well; pray Heav'n I be deceiv'd in you.
Orla.. Your hearts' defires be with you !
Cha. Come, where is this young gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth?
Orla. Ready, Sir ; but his will hath in it a more modest working
Duke. You shall try but one fall.
treat him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first.
Orla. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mock'd me before ; but come your ways.
Rof. Now Hercules be thy speed, young man !
Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fel. low by the leg !
[They wrestle. Roj. O excellent young man! Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye,
I 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 dost thoy, Charles ?
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 son to some 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, Hadst 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 his train.
SCENE VII. 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.
Rof. My father lov’d Sir Rowland as his soul,
Cel. Gentle cousin,
If you do keep your promises in love,
Cel. Ay, fare you well, fair Gentleman.
parts Are all thrown down ; and that, which here stands up, Is but a quintaine, a mere lifeless block.
Rof. He calls us back : my pride fell with my for
I'll ask him what he would. Did you call, Sir ?
Cel. Will you go, coz ?
Exennt Rof, and Cel. Orla. What pasion hangs these weights upon my
Enter Le Beu.
Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsel you
Orla. I thank you, Sir; and, pray you, tell me this ; Which of the two was daughter of the Duke That here was at the wrestling?
Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners; But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter ; The other's daughter to the banish'd Duke, And here detain'd by her ufurping uncle To keep his daughter company; whose loves