Cel. Marry, I pr'ythee, do, to make sport withal; but love no man in good earnest; nor no further in sport neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou may'st in honour come off again.

Ros. What shall be our sport, then?

Cel. Let us sit and mock the good housewife, Fortune, from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally.

Ros. I would we could do so; for her benefits are mightily misplaced; and the bountiful blind woman doth most mistake in her gifts to women.

Cel. 'Tis true; for those, that she makes fair, she scarce makes honest; and those, that she makes honest, she makes very ill-favouredly.

Ros. Nay, now thou goest from Fortune's office to Nature's Fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of nature.

Cel. No! When Nature hath made a fair creature, may she not by Fortune fall into the fire? [ WithoutTOUCHSTONE sings, L.] Though Nature hath given us wit to flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune sent in this fool, to cut off the argument? [Ladies retire, a.

Enter TOUCHSTONE, L.

How now, wit? whither wander you?

Touch. (L.) Mistress, you must come away to your father.

Cel. Were you made the messenger?

Touch. No, by mine honour; but I was bid to come for you.

Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool?

Touch. Of a certain knight, that swore by his honour they were good pancakes, and swore by his 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 forsworn.

Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap of your knowledge?

Ros. Ay, marry; now unmuzzle your wisdom. Touch. 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.

Touch. 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 all away before he ever saw those pancakes, or that mustard. Cel. Here comes Monsieur Le Beau.

Ros. With his mouth full of news.

Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young.

Ros. Then shall we be news-crammed.

Cel. All the better; we shall be the more marketable. Enter LE BEAU, L.

Bon jour, Monsieur Le Beau; what's the news? Le Beau. Fair Princess, you have lost much good sport.

Cel. Sport! of what colour?

Le Beau. What colour, madam? how shall I answer you?

Ros. As wit and fortune will.

Touch. Or as the destinies decree.

Cel. Well said! that was laid on with a trowel.

Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies: I would have told you of good wrestling, which you have lost the sight of. Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.

Le Beau. (L. c.) I will tell you the beginning, [Goes to c.] 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. (c.) Well-the beginning that is dead and buried. Le Beau. There comes an old man and his three sons

Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale. Le Beau. Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence

Ros. With bills on their necks-" Be it known unto all men, by these presents".

Le Beau. The eldest 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 lie; the poor old man, their father, making such pitiful dole over them, that all the beholders take his part with weeping.

Ros. Alas!

Touch. (L) But what is the sport, Monsieur, that the ladies have lost?

Le Beau. Why this, that I speak of.

Touch. 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.

Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken music in his sides? Is there yet another dotes upon ribbreaking? Shall we see this wrestling, cousin?

Le Beau. 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. stay and see it.

Let us now [Flourish.-All retire, R.

Enter DUKE FREDERICK, EUSTACE, LOUIS, ORLANDO, CHARLES, and ATTENDANTS, L.

Fred. Come on: since the youth will not be entreated, his own peril on his forwardness.

Ros. Is yonder the man?

Le Beau. Even he, madam.

Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks successfully.

Duke. (c.) How now, daughter and cousin? are you crept hither to see the wrestling?

Ros. Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave.

Duke. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is such odds in the men. [DUKE retires to a State Chair c. of back-ground.] In pity of the challenger's youth, I would fain dissuade him, but he will not be ens treated: speak to him, ladies-see if you can move him. Cel. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau. Duke. Do so; I'll not be by. [Sits. Le Beau. Monsieur, the challenger, the princesses call for you.

Orl. (L.) I attend them, with all respect and duty.

Ros. [ROSALIND and CELIA advance nearer ORLANDO.] Young man, have you challenged Charles, the wrestler?

Orl. 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 spirits are too bold for 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 enterprize.

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pray you, for your own sake, to embrace your own safety, and give over this attempt.

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.

Orl. I beseech you, punish me, not with your hard thoughts; wherein, I confess 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 so: I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament ine-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.

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.

[Flourish of Drums and Trumpets while they wrestle. CHARLES is thrown.

Duke. [Advancing to c.] No more, no more. Orl. (L.) Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not well breathed.

Duke. How dost thou, Charles?

Touch. He cannot speak, my lord.

Duke. Bear him away. What is thy name, young

man?

Orl. Orlando, my liege: the youngest son of Sir Row land de Boys.

Duke. I would thou hadst been son to some man else! The world esteem'd thy father honourable,

But I did find him still mine enemy:

I would thou hadst told me of another father! [ROSALIND and CELIA stand R.-Exit DUKE, with his Train, L.

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Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son, His youngest son;-and would not change that calling, To be adopted heir to Frederick. [Retires back, L. C. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this! Ros. My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul, And all the world was of my father's mind : Had I before known this young man his son, I should have given him tears unto entreaties, Ere he should thus have ventured

Cel. Gentle cousin,

Let us go thank him, and encourage him;
My father's rough and envious disposition
Sticks me at heart.-Sir, [ORLANDO advances] you have
well deserved:

If you do keep your promises in love,

But justly, as you have exceeded all promise,
Your mistress shall be happy.

Ros. Gentleman,

[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! [Going, R. Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts Are all thrown down; and that, which here stands up, Is but a quaintaine, a mere lifeless block.

Ros. [Going, R.] He calls us back. [Stops.] My pride fell with my fortunes:

I'll ask him what he would. [Returning.] Did you call,

sir?

Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown

More than your enemies.

Cel. (R. S. E.) Will you go, coz?

Ros. (R.) Have with you.-Fare you well!

[Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA, R. Orl. [Advances, c.] What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue!

I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference.
Oh, poor Orlando! thou art overthrown;

Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.