ther, you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure. Cel. Herein, I fee, thou lov'ft me not with the full weight that I love thee: if my uncle, thy banifhed father, had banifhed thy uncle, the duke my father, fo thou hadst been still with me, I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine; fo wouldst thou, if the truth of thy love to me were fo righteously temper'd as mine is to thee. Ref. Well, I will forget the condition of my eflate, to rejoice in yours. Get. You know, my father hath no child but I, nor none is like to have: and, truly, when he dies, thou fhalt be his heir: for what he hath taken away from thy father perforce, I will render thee again in affection; by mine honour, I will; and when I break that oath, let me turn monster ; therefore, my sweet Rofe, my dear Rofe, be merry. Rof. From henceforth I will,coz,and devise sports: let me fee; What think you of falling in love? Cel. Marry, I pr'ythee, do, to make fport withal: but love no man in good earneft; nor no further in fport neither, than with fafety of a pure blush thou may'ft in honour come off again. Rof. What thall be our fport then? Cel. Let us fit and mock the good housewife, Fortune, from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally. Rof. I would, we could do fo; for her benefits are mightily misplaced: and the bountiful blind woman doth most mistake in her gifts to women. Gel. 'Tis true: for thofe, that the makes fair, fhe fcarce makes honest; and those, that she makes honeft, the makes very ill-favour'dly. B Rof Rof. Nay, now thou goeft from fortune's officeto nature's: fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of nature. Enter TOUCHSTONE, a Clown. Cel. No? When nature hath made a fair crea ture, may fhe not by fortune fall into the fire? Though nature hath given us wit to flout at fortune, hath not fortune fent in this fool to cut off the argument? Rof. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for na ture; when fortune makes nature's natural the cutter off of nature's wit. ་ Cel. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work nei ther, but nature's; who perceiving our natural wits too dull to reafon of fuch goddesses, hath fent this natural for our whetstone: for always the dulnefs of the fool is the whetstone of the wits.How now, wit? whither wander you? Clo. Miftrefs, you must come away to your fa ther. Cel. Were you made the meffenger? Clo. No, by mine honour; but I was bid to come for you. Rof. Where learned you that oath, fool? Clo. Of a certain knight, that swore by his ho nour 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 forfworn. Cel, How prove you that, in the great heap of your knowledge? Rof. Ay marry; now uǹmuzzle your wisdom. chins, and fwear 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 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't that thou mean'st? Clo. 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 whip'd for taxation, one of these days. Clo. The more pity, that fools may not speak wifely, what wife men fpeak foolishly. Cel. By my troth, thou fay't true: for fince the little wit, that fools have, was filenc'd, the little foolery, that wife men have, makes a great fhow. Here comes Monfieur Le Beau. Enter LE BEAU. Ref. With his mouth full of news. Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young. Rof. Then fhall we be news-cramm'd. Cel. All the better; we fhall be the more marketable. Bon jour, Monfieur le Beau; what's the news? Le Beau. Fair princefs, you have loft much good fport. Cel. Sport? of what colour? Le Beau. What colour, madam? how fhall I anfwer you? B 2 Rob Rof. As wit and fortune will. Clo. Or as the deftinies decree. Gel. Well faid; that was laid on with a trowel. Rof. Thou lofeft thy old smell. Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies: I would have told you of good wrestling, which you have loft the fight of. Rof. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. Le Beau. 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 Beau. There comes an old man and his three fons Gel. I could match this beginning with an old tale. Le Beau. 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 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 ferv'd the second, and fo the third: yonder they lie; the poor old man, their father, making fuch pitiful dole over them, that all the beliolders take his part with weeping. Rof. Alas! Ch. But what is the fport, monfieur, that the ladies have loft? Le Beau 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 you. Rof. But is there any elfe longs to fee this broken mufick in his fides? is there yet another dotes upon rib-breaking? fhall we fee this wrestling, coufin? 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, 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. Rof. Is yonder the man? Le Beau. Even he, madam. Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks fuccefsfully. Duke. How now, daughter, and coufin? are you crept hither to see the wrestling? Rof. Ay, my liege, fo please 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 Beau. Duke. Do fo; I'll not be by. [Duke goes apart. Le Beau. Monfieur the challenger, the princeffes call for you. Orla. I attend them with all refpect and duty. B 34 Rof |