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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.
Ros. From henceforth I will, coz, and devise 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 earnest; nor no farther in sport neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou mayst in honour come off again.
Ros. What shall be our sport, then ?
Cel. Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally.
Ros. 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 she makes fair, she scarce makes honest; and those that she makes honest, she makes very ill-favouredly.
Ros. Nay, now thou goest from Fortune's office to Nature's : Fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of Nature.
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 flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument ?
Enter Touchstone. Ros. 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 wits 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?
Touch. Mistress, you must come away to your father.
Touch. Of a certain knight, that swore by his honour 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 forsworn.
Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap of your knowledge ? Ros. Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom.
Touch. 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.
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 't that thou meanest ?
Cel. My father's love is enough to honour him enough : speak no more of him ; you 'll be whipped for taxation one of these days.
Touch. The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely, what wise men do foolishly.
Cel. By my troth, thou sayest true ; for since the little wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show.—Here comes Monsieur Le Beau.
Ros. With his mouth full of news.
Cel. All the better; we shall be the more marketable.—[Enter LE BEAU.] Bon jour, Monsieur Le Beau : what's the news?
Le Beau. Fair princess, you have lost much good sport.
Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies : I would have told you of good wrestling, which you have lost the sight of.
Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.
Le Beau. I will tell you the beginning; and, if it please your lady. ships, 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 Beau. Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence;
Ros. With bills on their necks,—“Be it known unto all men by these presents,”—
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 served 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.
Touch. 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.
Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken music in his sides? is there yet another dotes upon rib-breaking ?_Shall we see this wrestling, cousin ?
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, sure, they are coming: let us now stay and see it. Flourish. Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lords, ORLANDO, Charles,
and Attendants. Duke F. Come on: since the youth will not be entreated, his own peril on his forwardness.
Ros. Is yonder the man?
Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin ! are you crept hither to see the wrestling ?
Ris. Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave.
Duke F. 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 dissuade him, but he will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies; see if you can move him.
Cel. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Bean.
[Duke goes apart.
Orl. 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 your eyes, or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to embrace your own safety, and give over this attempt.
Ros. 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.
Orl. 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 foiled, there is but one shamed that was never gracious; if killed, 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.
Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it were with you.
Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth ?
Orl. Ready, Sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working. 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!
[CHARLES and ORLANDO wrestle. Ros. () 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
The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
[Exeunt Duke FRED., train, and LE BEAL'. 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,
Ros. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his soul,
[Giving him a chain from her neck.
Ay.-Fare you well, fair gentleman.
Ros. He calls us back : my pride fell with my fortunes ;
Will you go, coz?
[Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA.
Re-enter LE BEAU.
Orl. I thank you, Sir : and, pray you, tell me this,-
Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners;