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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 !
Charles. 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. You shall try but one fall.
Charles. 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!
Ccl. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg !
[They wrestle. Ros. If I had a thunderbolt in mine
I can tell who should down.
[Shout. Duke. No more, no more. [CHARLES is thrown.
Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not well breathed.
Duke. How dost thou, Charles ?
Duke. Bear him away. What is thy name, young man ?
Orl. Orlando, my liege: the youngest son of Sir
[Exit Duke, with his Train.
Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son, His youngest son ;-and would not change that call
ing, To be adopted heir to Frederick.
Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
Ros. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his soul,
Cel. Gentle cousin,
[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 means. Shall we go, coz?
Cel. Ay:-Fare you well, fair gentleman!
Orl. 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. Ros. 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?
[Exeunt RosALIND and Celią. Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my
tongue! I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.
Oh, poor Orlando! thou art overthrown;
Enter Le Beau.
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's 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 you well! Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. [Exit. Orl. 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!
An Apartment in the Palace.
Enter Celia and ROSALIND.
Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind; Cupid have mercy
!-not a word?
Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs ; throw some of them at me. But is all this for
father? Ros. 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.
Ros. I could shake them off my coat: these burs are in my heart.
Cel. Hem them away.
Ros. I would try; if I could cry, hem, and have him.
Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.
Ros. Oh, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself.
Cel. Oh, a good wish upon you!-But turning these jests out of service, let us talks in good earnest : Is it possible, on such a sudden, you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest son?
Ros. The duke, my father, loved his father dearly.
Cel. Doch it therefore ensue, that you should love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should haie him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando.
Ros. No, 'faith, hate him not, for my sake.
Enter Duke FREDERICK, with Lords. Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love him, because I do:-Look, here comes the duke!
Cel. With his eyes full of anger.
Fred. Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste, And get you from our court!
Ros. Me, uncle?
Fred. You, cousin :
Ros. [Kneeling.] I do beseech your grace,
Fred. Thus do all traitors;
Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor : Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends.
Fred. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's enough.
Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak!