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Ori. Ready, sir.
Duke F. You shall try but one fall.

Cha. 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. · Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man !

Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg. [CHARLES and ORLANDO wrestle. Ros. O excellent

young man! Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down, [CHARLES is thrown. Shout.

Duke F. No more, no more.

Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet well breathed.

Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ?
Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord.

Duke F. Bear him away. (CHARLES is borne out.
What is thy name, young man ?

Orl, Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of sir Rowland de Bois.

Duke F. I would thou hadst been son to some

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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.

[Exeunt Duke FRED. Train, and LE BEAU. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?

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.

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,

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I should have given him tears unto entreaties,
Ere he should thus have ventur'd.
Cel.

Gentle cousin,
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 justly, as you have exceeded 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. Orl. 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 mere lifeless block. Ros. 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 ? Ros. Have with you : - Fare

you

well. [Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA. Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my

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

Re-enter LE BEAU.
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poor

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

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

Orl. I thank you, sir : and, pray you, tell me

this;

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Which of the two was daughter of the duke
That here was at the wrestling ?
Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by

manners;
But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter :
The other is 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 sisters.
But I can tell you, that of late this duke
Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece;
Grounded upon no other argument,
But that the people praise her for her virtues,
And pity her for her good father's sake ;
And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady
Will suddenly break forth. Sir, fare

you
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
Orl. I rest much bounden to you: fare

you

well!

[Exit LE BEAU.
Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;
From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother :-
But heavenly Rosalind!

[Exit.

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SCENE III.

A Room in the Palace.

Enter CELIA and ROSALIND. Cel. Why, cousin ; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid have mercy! - 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. Ros. Then there were two cousins laid

up;

when the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other mad without any.

Cel. But is all this for your father ?

Ros. No, some of it for my father's child : 0, how full of briars is this working-day world !

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

heart. Cel. Hem them away.

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

Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.

Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself.

Cel. O, a good wish upon you !- But, turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest : Is it possible, on such a sudden, you should fall into so strong a liking with old sir Rowland's youngest son ?

Ros. The duke my father lov'd his father dearly. Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that

you

should love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate

are in

him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I
hate not Orlando.

Ros. No; hate him not, for my sake.
Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deserve

well?
Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you

love him, because I do: - Look, here comes the duke. Cel. With his

eyes
full of

anger.

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Enter Duke FREDERICK, with Lords. Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with

your

safest haste, And get you from our court. Ros.

Me, uncle?
Duke F.

You, cousin;
Within these ten days if that thou be'st found
So near our publick court as twenty miles,
Thou diest for it.
Ros.

I do beseech your grace,
Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me:
If with myself I hold intelligence,
Or have acquaintance with mine own desires;
If that I do not dream, or be not frantick,
(As I do trust I am not,) then, dear uncle,
Never, so much as in a thought unborn,
Did I offend your highness.
Duke F.

Thus do all traitors;
If their purgation did consist in words,
They are as innocent as grace itself: --
Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not.

Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor:
Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends.
Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's

enough.
Ros. So was when your highness took his

dukedom; So was I, when your highness banish'd him : Treason is not inherited, my lord;

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