Rof. Young man, have you challeng'd 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 spirits are too bold for your years : you have seen cruel proof of this man's strength. *If you saw yourself with our eyes, or knew yourself with our judgment, the fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We pray you, for your own fake, to embrace your own safety, and give over this

attempt. Rof. 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 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 foil'd, there is but one sham'd that was never gracious; if kill'd, but one dead that is willing to be so : I shall do

my

friends 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 supplied when I have made it empty

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

Cel. And mine to eck out hers.
Rof. Fare you well; pray heay'n, I be deceiv'd

in you.

Orla. Your hearts desires be with you!

* If you saw yourself with your eyes, or knew yourself with your judgment,] The Sense requires that we should read, our eyes, and our judgment. The Argument is, Your Spirits are too bold, and therefore your Judgment deceives you ; but did you see and know yourself with our moro impartial Judgment you would forbear.

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Cha. Come, where is this young Gallant, that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth?

Orla. Ready, Sir; but his Will hath in it a more modest working.

Duke. You shall try but one Fall. bis Cha. No, I warrant your

Grace, you

shall not entreat him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a forft. -- Orla. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mockt me before ; but come your ways.

Ref. Now Hercules be thy speed, young man! . Cel. I would I were invisible, 'to catch the ftrong fellow by the leg !

[They wrefle. Rof. O excellent young man! Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine

eye,

I can tell who should down.

[fhout. 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 ?
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 Rowland 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 ftill minc

enemy : Thou should'It have better pleas'd me with this deed, Hadft thou descended from another House. But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth ; I would, thou hadít told me of another father.

Exit Duke, with his irain.

SCENE

SCENE VII.

Cel. WER

WEBE

Manent Gelia, Rosalind, Orlando.
TERE I my father, coz, would I do this ?
Orla. I am more proud to be Sir Row-

land's son, His youngest son, and would not change that calling To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Ros. 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 son, I should have givin 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 disposition
Sticks.me at heart. - Sir, you have well deserv'd:
If you do keep your promises in love,
But juftly as you have exceeded all in promise,
Your mistress shall be happy,

Rof. Gentleman,
Wear this for '

me; one out of suits with fortune, That could give more, but that her hand lacks means. Shall we go, coz? [Giving him a Chain from her Neck.

Cel. Ay, fare you well, fair gentleman.
Orla. Can I not say, I thank you? my

better parts

i Are all thrown down; and that, which here ftands

up, * Is but a quintaine, a mere lifeless block. Rof. He calls us back: my pride fell with my for

7. tunes. * Is but a quintaine, a nere' li se!efs block.) A Quintaine was à Pof or Bute set up for several kinds of martial Exercises, against which they threw their Darts and exercised their Arins, The Allusion is beautiful. I am, says Orlando, only a quintaine, a bajc'ess Block on which Love orly Exercises his Arms in Jeft; the greut Disparity of Condition between Rosalind and me, not fuffering me to hope that will ever maks. a serious Matter of it. B6

I'll

.

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.

Exeunt Rof. and Cel. Orla. What pafsion hangs these weights upon my

tongue ? I cannot speak to her ; yet she urg'd conference.

Enter Le Beu.
O poor

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

Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place. Albeit you have deserv’d:
High commendation, true applause, and love;
Yet such is now the Duke's condition,
That he misconftrues all that you have done.
The Duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,
More suits

you to conceive, than me to fpeak of.. Orla. I thank you, Sir; and, pray you, tell me

this;

Which of the two was Daughter of the Duke
That here was at the wrestling ?
Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we judge by man-

mers;
But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter;

The other's daughter to the banish'd Duke,
And here detain'd by her usurping'Uncle
To keep his daughter company; whose loves
Are, dearer than the natural bond of Giters.
But I can tell you, that of late this Duke
Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle Neice;
Grounded

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 suddenly break forth. Sir, fair you well ;

Here

upon no other

WH

Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. (Exit.

Orla. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well!
Thus muft I from the smoke into the smother;
From tyrant Duke, unto a tyrant brother:
But, heav'nly Rosalind! -

[Exit. S CE N E VIII. Changes to an Apartment in the Palace.

Re-enter Celia and Rosalind. Cel. HY, Cousin; why, Rosalind; Cupid

have inercy; not a word ! Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs, throw some of them at me; come, lame me with reasons. Rof. Then there were two Cousins laid

up;

when the one should be lam'd with Reasons, and the other mad without

hout any. i Cel. But is all this for

your

father ? Rof. No, fome of it is for my father's Child. Oh, how full of briars is this working-day-world!

Cel. They are but burs, coufin, thrown upon thce in holiday foolery; if we walk not in the trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them. Rof. I could shake them off my coat; these burs my

heart. Cel. Hem them away

Rof. I would try, if I could cry, hem, and have him.

Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.

Rof. O, they take the part of a better Wrestler than myself. Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in

a time, in despight of a Fail ;---but turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earneft : is it poffible on such a sudden you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir. Rowland's youngest son ?

Rof.

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