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 supply'd when I have made it empty.

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

Cel. And mine to eek out hers.

Rof. Fare you well; pray heav'n I be deceiv'd in you. Orla. Your heart's defires be with you!

Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so de

firous to lye with his mother earth?

Orla. Ready, Sir; but his will hath in it a more modeft working.

Duke. You shall try but one fall.

Cba. No, I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat him to a second, that have so mightily perfuaded him from a first. Orla. You mean to mock me after; you should not

have mockt before; but come your ways.

Rof. Now Hercules be thy speed, young man!

Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg!

[They wreste.

Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who

Rof. O excellent young man!

should down.

[Shout.

Duke. No more, no more.

[Charles is throzen.

breathed.

Orla, Yes, I besfeech your Grace; I am not yet well

Duke. How dost thou, Charles?

Le Beu. He cannot speak, my Lord.

Duke, Bear him away. What is thy name, young man? Orla. Orlando, my liege, the youngest son of Sir Rose

land de Boys.

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Duke. I would thou hadst been son to fome man elfe

The world esteem'd thy father honourable,

But I did find him still mine enemy :

Thou shouldst 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 hadst told me of another father.

[Exit Duke with his Train.

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SCENE VII.

Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
Orla. I am most proud to be Sir Rowland's fon,
youngest fon, and would not change that calling

To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Rof. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his soul,
And all the world was of my father's mind:
Had I before known this young man his fon,
fo de I should have giv'n him tears unto entreaties,

Ere he should thus have ventur'd.

modef

Cel. Gentle confin,

Let us go thank him, and encourage him;

thi

My father's rough and envious disposition

Sticks at my heart. Sir, you have well deserv'd

firft

If you do keep your promifes in love

d not

But juftly, as you've here exceeded promife,

Your mistress shall be happy.

Rof. Gentleman,

elle Wear this

for me, one out of fuits with fortune,

who

Shall we go, coz?

[Giving him a chain from ber neck.

ell

That would give more, but that her hand lacks means.

Cel. Ay; fare you well, fair gentleman.

Orla. Can I not fay, I thank you? my better parts

Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up
If but a quintain, a meer lifeless block.

Rof. 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 ?

Rof. Have with you: fare you well. [Exe. Rof. and Cel.

Orla. What paffion hangs these weights upon my tongue?

I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference."

or. Enter Le Beu.

O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown;
Or Charles,

or something weaker, masters thee.

do in friendship counsel you

To leave this place: albeit you have deferv'd

High commendation, true applause, and love;
Yet fuch is now the Duke's condition,

That

rent, ir Saveone to lament me; the world no ave things only in the world I fill

auce, wat may be better fupply'd when I have

Desce french that I have, I would it were with

Jood Cour ceart cenres be with you!

I be deceiv'd in you.

JA Jame, votre achas young gallant, that is so de

is mother earth

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me mal more, our conte your ways

How Brzetbe thy feel, young man!

awase cominte, on catch the ftrong fellow

[They wresta,

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What is sits name, young man?

may, the youngelt fon of Sir Roswe

Junod non mifft een fom to firme man elfe; "best ten thy tither humourable,

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SCENE VII.

Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
Orla. I am most proud to be Sir Rowland's fon,
His youngest son, and would not change that calling
To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Rof. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his foul,
And all the world was of my father's mind:
Had I before known this young man his fon,
I should have giv'n him tears unto entreaties,
Ere he should thus have ventur'd.

Cel. Gentle coufin,

Let us go thank him, and encourage him,
My father's rough and envious difpofition
Sticks at my heart. Sir, you have well deserv'd
If you do keep your promifes

promifes in love

But justly, as you've here exceeded promise,
Your mistress shall be happy.

Rof. Gentleman,

Wear this for me, one out of fuits with fortune,
That would give more, but that her hand lacks means.

Shall we go, coz?

[Giving him a chain from ber neck.

Cel. Ay; fare you well, fair gentleman.

Orla. Can I not say, I thank you ? my better parts

Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up
Is but a quintain, a meer lifeless block.

Rof. He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes.

I'll alk him what he would. Did you call, Sir?
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown

More than your enemies.

Cel. Will you go, coz?

Rof. Have with you: fare you well. [Exe. Rof. and Cel. Orla. What paffion hangs these weights upon my tongue?

I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference."

Enter Le Beu.

Opoor Orlando! thou art overthrown;
Or Charles, or fomething weaker, masters thee.

Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place: albeit you have deferv'd
High commendation, true applause, and love;
Yet fuch is now the Duke's condition,

That

That he misconstrues all that you have done.
The Duke is humorous; what he is indeed
More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of.

Orla. I thank you, Sir; and pray you, tell me this;
Which of the two was daughter of the Duke,
That here were 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 Are dearer than the natural bond of fifters. But I can tell you, that of late this Duke Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle neice,, Grounded upon no other argument, But that the people praise her for her virtues, And pity her for her good father's fake; And on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady Will fuddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well; Hereafter in a better world than this

I shall defire more love and knowledge of you.

[Exit.

Orla. 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, heav'nly Rosalind!

[Exit.

SCENE VIII. Re-enter Celia and Rosalind.

Cel. Why, coufin, why, Rosalind; Cupid have mercy,

not a word!

Rof. Not one to throw at a dog.

Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs, throw fome of them at me; come, lame me with reafons.

Rof. Then there were two cousins laid up, when the one should be lam'd with reasons, and the other mad without any.

Cel. But is all this for your father ?

Rof. No, some of it is for my father's child. Oh, how

full of briers is this working-day - world!

Cel. They are but burs, coufin, thrown upon thee in ho