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 wifdom. Clo. 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. Glo 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 faw those pancakes or that mustard..

Cel. Pr'ythee, 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; fpeak no more of him, you'll be whipt for taxation one of these days.

Clo. The more pity, that fools may not speak wifely what wife men do foolishly.

Cel. By my troth, thou fay'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 Monfieur 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 placed to Rofalinda; 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 paffage in the play, or from the Dramatis Perfona, to imagine that both the brother-dukes were namefakes; and the one called the old, and the other the younger Frederick; and without fome fuch authority it would make confufion to fuppofe it.

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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-crammed.

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

Le Beu. Fair Princess, you have loft much good fport.

Cel. Sport! of what colour?

Le Beu. What colour, Madam? how fhall I anfwer you?

Rof. As wit and fortune will.

Clo. Or as the deftinies decree.

Cel. Well faid; that was laid on with a trowel. Clo. Nay, if I keep not my rank,

Rof. Thou lofeft thy old fmell.

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

Ref. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.

Le Beu. I will tell you the beginning, and, if it please your Ladyfhips, 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 young men, of excellent growth and prefence;-

Rof. With bills on their necks: Be it known unto all men by thefe prefents,

Le Beu. The eldest of the three wrestled with

Charles the Duke's wreftler; which Charles in a moment threw him, and broke three of his ribs, that there is little hope of life in him: fo he ferved the fecond, and fo the third: yonder they ly, the poor old man their father making fuch pitiful dole over them, that all the beholders take his part with weeping.

Rof. Alas!

Clo. But what is the fport, Monfieur, that the ladies have loft?

Le Beu. Why this, that I fpeak of.

Clo. Thus men may grow wifer every day. It is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was fport for ladies.

Cel. Or I, I promise thee.

Rof. But (4) is there any elfe longs to fet this broken mufic in his fides? is there yet another doats upon rib-breaking? Shall we fee this wreitling, coufin?

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

Cel. Youder, fure, they are coming; let us now stay and fee it.

Flourish. Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lords, ORLANDO, CHARLES, and Attendants.

Duke. Come on: fince the youth will not be entreated, his own peril on his forwardness.

(4) Is there any elfe longs to fee this broken music in his fides ?】 This feems a ftupid error in the copies. They are talking here of fome who had their ribs broke in wrestling, and the pleafantry of Rofalinda's repartee muft confift in the allufion fhe makes to compofing in mufic. It ncceffarily follows therefore that the Poet wrote fet this broken music in his fides. Mr Warburton.

Rof. Is yonder the man?

Le Beu. Even he, Madam.

Cel. Alas, he is too young; yet he looks fucceff

fully.

Duke. How now, daughter and cousin ; crept hither to fee the wrestling?

are you

Rofe. Ay, my Liege, fo pleaie you give us leave. Duke. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is fuch 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; fee if you can move him.

Cel. Call him hither, good Monfieur Le Beu. Duke. Do fo, I'll not be by. [Duke goes apart. Le Beu. Monfieur the challenger, the Princeffes call for you.

Orla, I attend them with all respect and duty. Rof. Young man, have you challenged Charles the wreftler?

Orla. No, fair Princefs; he is the general challenger: I come but in, as others do, to try with him the ftrength of my youth.

Cel. Young gentleman, your fpirits are too bold for your years: you have feen cruel proof of this man's ftrength. If you faw yourself with your eyes, or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of your adventure would counfel you to a more equal enterprife. We pray you, for your own fake, to embrace your own fafety, and give over this attempt.

Ref. Do, young Sir; your reputation shall not therefore be mifprifed; 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 confefs me much guilty,

to deny fo fair and excellent Ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes and gentle wifhes 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 fo. I thall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me; the world no injury, for init I have nothing; only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better fupplied when I have made it empty.

Rof. The little ftrength that I have, I would it were with you.

Cel. And mine to eke out hers.

Rof. Fare you well; pray Heaven I be deceived in you.

Orla. Your heart's defires be with you!

Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is fo defirous 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 fhall not entreat him to a fecond, that have fo 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 fpeed, young man ! Gel. I would I were invifible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg ! [They wreftle.

Rof. O excellent young man! Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who fhould 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.
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