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Changes to an open walk before the Duke's palace.

Enter Rosalind and Celia. Cel. I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.

Rof. Dear Celia, I fhow more mirth than I am miîtress of; and would you yet I were merrier? Unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd father, you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleafure.

Cel. Herein I see thou lov'st me not with the full weight that I love thee. If my uncle, thy banished father, had banished thy uncle the Duke my father, so thou hadít been still with me, I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine; fo would'st thou, if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously temper'd as mine is to thee.

Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, to rejoice in your's.

Cel. You know my father hath no child but I, nor none is like to have; and, truly, when he dies, thou thalt 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 Rose, my dear Rose, be merry.

Rof. From henceforth I will, coz, and devife sports. Let me see, what think you of falling in love?

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

Rof. What shall be our sport then?

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

Rof. 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 the makes fair, the

scarce makes honest; and those that she makes honeft, fhé makes very ill-favoured,

Rof. Nay, now thon goeft from Fortune's office to 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 creature, may she not by fortune fall into the fire? though Nature hath given us wit to fout at Fortune, hath not Fortune sent in this fool to cut off this argument ?

Rof. Indeed there is fortune too hard for nature; when Fortune makes Nature's natural the cutter off of nature's wit.

Cel. Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither, but Nature's; who, perceiving our natural wirs too dull to reason of such goddesses, hath sent this natural for our whetstone : for always the dulness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits. How now, Wit, whither wander you?

Clo. Mistress, you must come away to your father.
Cel. Were you made the messenger?
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 ho-

nour the mustard was naught.” Now, I'll ftand to it, the pancakes were naught, and the mustard was good, and yet was not the Knight forsworn.

Gel. How prove you that in the great heap of your knowledge ? Rof. Ay, marry; now unmuzzle


wisdom. Clo. 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.

Clo. 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

away before ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard,

Cel. Pr’ythee, who is that thou mean'it ?

Gla. One that old Frederick your father lores.

Cel. My father's love is enough to honour him e. Rough; speak no more of him, you'll be whipp'd for taxation one of these days.

Clo. The more pity that fools may not speak wisely. what wise men do foolishly.

Cel. By my troth, thou fay'st true ; for since the little wit that fools have was filenc'd, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show. Here comes, Monsieur Le Beu.

SCENE V. Enter Le Beu.. Rof. With his mouth full of news.

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

Rof. Then shall we be news-cramm’d.

Cel. All the better, we shall be the more marketable, Bon jour, Monsieur le Bell, what news ?

Le Beu, Fair Princess, you have lost much good sport. Gel. Sport; of what colour ?

Le Beu. What colour, Madam? how shall I answers you?

Rof. As wit and fortune will...
Clo. Or as the deitinies decree..
Gel. Well said ; that was laid on with a trowel.
Clo. Nay, if I keep not my rank,
Rof. Thou losest thy old smell..

Le Beu.. You.amaze me, Ladies ; I would have told' you of good wrestling, which you have lost the fight of..

Rof. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.

Le Beu. I will tell you the beginning; 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. Well, the beginning that is dead and buried.

Le Beu. There, comes, an old man and his three: pos,

Cél, I could match this beginning with an old tale.

Le Beu. Three proper young men, of excellent growtha and presence ;

Ros. With bills on their necks.
Gle. Be it known unto all nuen by these presenten

Le Beu. 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 serv'd 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.

Rof. Alas!

Clo. But what is the sport, Monsieur, that the ladies have lost?

Le Beu. Why this that I speak of.

Clo. 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.

Rof. But is there any elfe longs to set this broken music in his sides? is there yet another doats upon ribbreaking ? shall we see this wrestling, cousin ?

Le Beu. 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 ; let us now ftay and see it.

SC E N E VI. Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando,

Charles, and attendants. Duke. Come on ; since the youth will not be intreated, his own peril on his forwardness.

Rof. Is yonder the man?
Le Beu. Even he, Madam.
Cel. Alas, he is too young; yet he looks successfully.

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

Rof. 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. In pity of the challenger's youth, I would fain diffuade him, but he will not be intreated, Speak to him, Ladies, see if you can move him.

Cel. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beu.

Duke. Do fo; I'll not be by. [Duke goes apart. Le Beu. Monsieur the challenger, the Princesses call

for you.

Orla. I attend them with all respect and duty.

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 Itrength of my youth.

Cel. Young Gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your years : you have seen cruel proof of this man's Itrength. 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 fuit 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 fo 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 killid, but one dead that is willing to be so. I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament më; 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.

Gel. And mine to eck out her's.

Rof. Fare you well; pray Heav'n I be deceiv'd in you.

Orla. Your hearts' desires be with you !.

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 modeft working.

Duke. You shall try but one fall.
Cha, No, I warrant your Grace, you shall not in..

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