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Orla. I will not 'till I pleafe: You shall hear me. My Father charg'd you in his Will to give me good Education : You have train'd the up like a Peasant, obfcuring and hiding from me all Gentleman-like Qualities; the Spirit of my Father grows ftrong in me, and I will no longer endure it: Therefore allow me fuch Exercifes as may become a Gentleman, or give me the poor Allottery my Father left me by Teftament, with that I will go buy my Fortunes.

Oli. And what wilt thou do? beg when' that is spent? Well, Sir, get you in. I will not long be troubled with you: You shall have fome part of your Will, I pray you leave me.

Orla. I will no further offend you, than becomes me for my good.

Oli. Get you with him, you old Dog.

Adam. Is old Dog my Reward? Moft true, I have loft my Teeth in your Service: God be with my old Master, he would not have spoke fuch a word. [Exit Orl. and Adam. Oli. Is it even fo? Begin you to grow upon me? I will Phyfick your Ranknefs, and yet give no thoufand Crowns neither. Holla, Dennis!

Enter Dennis.

Den. Calls your Worship?

Oli. Was not Charles, the Duke's Wrestler, here to speak with me?

Den. So please you, he is here at the door, and impor tunes access to you.

Oli. Call him in; 'twill be a good way; and to morrow the Wrestling is.

Enter Charles.

Char. Good morrow to your Worship.

Oli. Good Monfieur Charles, what's the new News at the new Court

Char. There's no News at the Court, Sir, but the old News; that is, the old Duke is banifh'd by his younger. Brother the new Duke, and three or four loving Lords have put themselves into a voluntary Exile with him, whose Lands and Revenues enrich the new Duke, therefore he gives them good leave to wander.

Oli. Can you tell if Refalind, the Duke's Daughter, be banish'd with her Father?

Cha. Ono; for the Duke's Daughter her Coufin fo loves her, being ever from their Cradles bred together, that the would have followed their Exile, or have died to ftay behind her; the is at the Court, and no lefs beloved of her Unkle, than his own Daughter, and never two Ladies loved as they do.

Oli. Where will the old Duke live?

Cha. They fay he is already in the Forest of Arden, and a many merry Men with him; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England; they fay many young Gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelefly as they did in the golden World.

Oli, What, you wreftle to morrow before the new Duke? Cha. Marry do I, Sir, and I come to acquaint you with a matter: I am given, Sir, fecretly to understand, that your younger Brother Orlando hath a difpofition to come in difguis'd against me to try a Fall; to morrow, Sir, I wreftle for my Credit, and he that efcapes me without fome broken Limb, fhall acquit him well; your Brother is but young and tender, and for your love I would be loath to foil him, as I muft for mine own Honour if he come in; therefore out of my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you withal, that either you might ftay him from his intendment, or book fuch Difgrace well as he fhall run into, in that it is a thing of his own fearch, and altogether against my will.

Oli. Charles, I thank thee for thy Love to me, which thou shalt find I will moft kindly requite: I had my felf notice of my Brother's purpose herein, and have by underhand means laboured to diffuade him from it; but he is refolute. I tell thee, Charles, he is the ftubborneft young Fellow of France, full of Ambition, an envious Emulator of every Man's good Parts, a fecret and villanous Contriver against me his natural Brother; and therefore use thy Dif cretion, I had as lief thou didst break his Neck as his Finger. And thou wert beft look to't; for if thou doft him any flight Difgrace, or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee, he will practice against thee by Poison, to entrap thee by fome treacherous Device, and never leave thee 'till he hath ta'en thy Life by fome indire& means or other: For I affure thee, and almost with Tears I fpeak it, there is not one fo young and fo villanous this day living. I speak but brotherly

brotherly of him; but fhould I Anatomize him to thee, as he is, I must blush and weep, and thou must look pale and wonder.

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Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you: If he come to morrow, I'll give him his Payment; if ever he go alone again, I'll never wrestle for Prize more; and fo God keep your Worship. [Exit. Oli. Farewel, good Charles. Now will I ftir this Gamefter I hope I fhall fee an end of him, for my Soul, yet I know not why, hates nothing more than he; yet he's gentle, -never fchool'd, and yet learned, full of noble Device, of all forts enchantingly beloved, and indeed fo much the Heart of the World, and efpecially of my own People, who best know him, that I am altogether mifprifed; but it shall not be fo long, this Wreftler fhall clear all: Nothing remains, but that I kindle the Boy thither, which now I'll go about.

[Exit.

SCENE II. The Duke's Palace.

Enter Rofalind and Celia.

Cel. I pray thee, Rofalind, fweet my Coz, be merry. Rof. Dear Celia, I fhow more Mirth than I am Mistress of, and would you yet were merrier; unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd Father, you must not learn me how to remember my extraordinary Pleasure.

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Cel. Herein I fee thou lov❜ft me not with the full weight that I love thee; if my Unkle, thy banished Father, had banished thy Unkle, the Duke my Father, fo thou hadst been still with me, I could have taught my Love to take thy Father for mine; fo would'ft thou, if the truth of thy Love to me were fo righteously temper'd, as mine is to thee.

Rof. Well, I will forget the Condition of my Eftate, to rejoyce in yours.

Cel. You know my Father hath no Child but I, nor none is like to have, and truly when he dies, thou shalt be his Heir; for what he hath taken away from thy Father perforce, I will render thee again in Affection; by mine Honour I will, and when I break that Oath, let me turn Monfter: Therefore, my fweet Rofe, my dear Rofe, be merry.

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Rof. From hencefore I will, Coz, and devife Sports: Let me fee, what think you of falling in Love?

Cel. Marry, I prethee de, to make Sport withal; but love no Man in good earneft, nor no further in Sport neither, than with fafety of a pure blush thou may'ft in Honour come off again.

Ref. What fhall be the Sport then?

Cel. Let us fit and mock the good Housewife Fortune from her Wheel, that her Gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally.

Ref. I would we could do fo; for her Benefits are migh tily misplaced, and the bountiful blind Woman doth moft miftake in her Gifts to Women.

Cel. 'Tis true, for those that she makes honeft, fhe makes very ill-favouredly.

Rof. Nay, now thou goeft from Fortune's Office to Natures: Fortune reigns in Gifts of the World, not in the Lineaments of Nature.

Enter Clown.

Cel. No; when Nature hath made a fair Creature, may the not by Fortune fall into the Fire? Tho' Nature hath given us Wit to flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune fent in this Fool to cut off this Argument?

Rof. Indeed, Fortune is there too hard for Nature, when Fortune makes Nature's Natural, the cutter off of Nature's Wit.

Cel. Peradventure this is not Fortune's Work neither, but Nature's, who perceiving our natural Wits too dull to reason of fuch Goddeffes, hath fent this Natural for our Whetftone: For always the Dulness of the Fool, is the Whetstone of the Wits. How now, whither wander you?

Clo. Miftrefs, you must come away to your Father.
Cel. Were you made the Messenger ?

(you. Clo. No by mine Honour, but I was bid to come for Rof. Where learned you that Oath, Fool?

Clo. Of a certain Knight, that fwore by his Honour they were good Pancakes, and fwore by his Honour the Muftard was naught: Now I'll ftand to it, the Pancakes were naught, and the Mustard was good, and yet was not the Knight forfworn.

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Cel. How prove you that in the great Heap of your Knowledge?

Rof. Ay marry, now unmuzzle your Wisdom.

Cle. Stand you both forth now; ftroke your Chins, and fwear 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 fwear by that that is not, you are not forfworn; no more was this Knight fwearing by his Honour, for he never had any; or if he had, he had fworn it away, before ever he saw thofe Pancakes, or that Muftard.

Cel. Prethee, who is that thou mean'ft?

Clo. One that old Fredrick your Father loves.

Ref. My Father's Love is enough to honour him enough ; speak no more of him, you'll be whipt for Taxation one of thefe Days.

Clo. The more pity that Fools may not speak wifely, what wife Men do foolishly.

Cel. By my Troth thou fay'ft true; for fince the little Wit that Fools have was filenc'd, the little Foolery that wife Men have makes a great Shew: Here comes Monfieur

Le Beu.

Enter Le Beu.

Rof. With his Mouth full of News.

Cel. Which he will put on us, as Pigeons feed their Young.

Rof. Then fhall we be News-cram'd.

Cel. All the better, we shall be the more marketable. Bon-jour Monfieur le Beu, what News?

Le Ben. Fair Princess,

You have loft much Sport.

Cel. Sport; of what Colour?

Le Ben. What Colour, Madam? How fhall I anfwer

you?

Ref. As Wit and Fortune will.

Clo. Or as the Deftinies decrees.

Cel. Well faid, that was laid on with a Trowel.

Clo. Nay, if I keep not my Rank

Rof. Thou lofeft thy old Smell.

Le Ben. You amafe me, Ladies: I would have told you of good Wrestling, which you have loft the Sight of.

Ref.

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