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Ori. Ready, sir.
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 ?
Duke F. Bear him away. (CHARLES is borne out.
Orl, Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of sir Rowland de Bois.
Duke F. I would thou hadst been son to some
The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
[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,
I should have given him tears unto entreaties,
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
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
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.
Orlando! thou art overthrown;
• The object to dart at in martial exercises.
Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
Orl. I thank you, sir : and, pray you, tell me
Which of the two was daughter of the duke
[Exit LE BEAU.
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
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
should love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate
him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I
Ros. No; hate him not, for my sake.
love him, because I do: - Look, here comes the duke. Cel. With his
Enter Duke FREDERICK, with Lords. Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with
safest haste, And get you from our court. Ros.
I do beseech your grace,
Thus do all traitors;
Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor:
dukedom; So was I, when your highness banish'd him : Treason is not inherited, my lord;