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honour the mustard was naught: now I'll stand to it, the pancakes were naught, and the mustard was good, and yet was not the knight forfworn.
Cel. How prove you that in the great heap of your knowledge?
Rof. Ay, marry; now unmuzzle your 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; no 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 faw those pancakes or that mustard.
Cel. Priythee, who is that thou meanest ?
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 speak wisely what wise men do foolishly.
Cel. By my troth, thou say'st true; for fince the little wit that fools have was filenced, the little foolery that wife men have makes a great show. Here comes Monsieur Le Beu.
(3) Clo. One that old Frederick your father loves.
Rof. My father's love is enough to honour him enough;] This reply to the Clown is in all the books plared to Řosalinda; but Frederick was not her father, buc Celia's: I have therefore ventured to prefix the name of Celia. There is no countenance from any passage in the play, or from the Dramatis Perfoud, to imagine that both the brother-dukes were namesakes; and the one called the old, and the other the younger Frederick; and without some fucb authority it would make confusion to fuppofe it.
Enter LE BEU. Rof. With his mouth full of news. Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed
Rof. Then shall we be news-crammed.
Cel. All the better, we shall be the more market. able. Bonjour, Monsieur Le Beu; what news
L. Ben. Fair Princess, you have lost much good sport.
Cel. Sport ! of what colour?
Le Beu. What colour, Madam? how shall I anfwer you?
Rof. As wit and fortune will.
Le Beu. You amaze me, Ladies; I would have told you of good wrestling, which you liave 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 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 young men, of excellent growth and presence;
Rof. With bills on their necks: Be it known unto all men by these presents,
Le Beu. The eldelt 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 served the second, and so the third : yonder they ly, the poor old man their father making such pitiful dole over them, that all the beholders take his
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 fides? is there yet another doats upon rib-breaking? Shall we see this wreitling, 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 Itay and fee it. Flourish. Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lords, ORLANDO,
CHARLES, and Attendants. Duke. Come on : since the youth will not be entreated, his own peril on his forwardness.
(4) Is there any else longs to see this broken music in his fides ?] This seems a stupid error in the copies. They are talking here of some who had their ribs broke in wrestling, and the pleasantry of Rosalinda's repartee must confist in the alluTion the makes to compiling in music. It ncceilarily follows therefore that the Poet wrote cofet this broken music in his Ades.
call for you.
Rof. Is yonder the man?
Cel. Alas, be is too young; yet he looks fuccellfully.
Duke. How now, daughter and cousin; are you crept kither to fee the wrestling?
Rose. Ay, my Liege, fo pleaie 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 diffuade him, but he will not be entreated. Speak to him, Ladies; ; see if you can move him.
Cel. 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 Orla. I attend them with all respect and duty.
Rof. Young man, have you challenged 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
your years: you have seen cruel proof of this man's strength. 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 sake, to embrace your own fafety, and give over this at: tempt.
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 foiled, there is but one shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but .one dead that is willing to be lo. I thall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament
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 with you.
Cel. And mine to eke out hers.
Orla. Your heart's defires be with
Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is fo desirous to ly 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 Thall not entreat him to a second, that have so mightily per. fuaded him from a first.
Orla. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mocked me before; but come your ways.
Rof. Now Hercules be thy speed, young nian !
Gel. I would I were invisible, to catch the itrong fellow by the leg!
[They wrestle. Rof. O excellent.young man! Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye,
I 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 dost thou, Charles?