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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
young sir; your reputation shall not there-
to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your fair 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 which may be better supplied when I have made it empty.
Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it were with you.
Cel. And mine, to eke out hers.
Ros. Fare you well. Pray Heaven, I be deceived in you
Cel. Your heart's desires be with you.
Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more
a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first.
Orl. You mean to mock me after ; you should not have mocked nie before: but come your ways.
Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man: Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong ellow 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.
Duke F. No more, no more.
Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet well
Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir
else. The world esteem'd thy father honourable, But I did find him still mine enemy : Hadst thou descended from another house. Thou shouldst have better pleased me with this deed, 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
my father, coz, would I do this?
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 loved Sir Rowland as his soul,
(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.-
Ay.- Pare 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. Ho calls us back: My pride fell with my 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 ? Nos. Have with you.-Pare you well. Ort. What passion hangs these weights upon my
[Exeunt Rosalind and Celia tongue ? I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference.
'Re-enter LE BEAU.'
Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
Orl. I thank you, sir: and, pray you, tell me this ;
[Erit Le Beau.
[Exil, 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, lanie ine with reasons.
Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other mad without any.
tos. O, they take the part of a better wrestler than
Cel. But is all this for your father!
Ros. No, some of it for my child's father : 0, bow full of briers is this working-day world!
Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon theo in holyday 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 210 in my heart.
Cel. Hem them away.
a good wish upon you ! you will try in time iv despite of a fall.-But, turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest : Is it possible, con such a sudden, you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest son
Ros. The duke my father loved his father dearls.
Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should love hls son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hato bim, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I halo not Orlando.
Ros. No, 'faith ; hate him not, for ms sake.
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.
Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords.
I do beseech your grace,
Thus do all traitors:
(haste, You, cousin :
Duke F. You are a pany.
They are as innocent as grace itself.-
Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor : Tell me whereon the likelihood depends. (enough. Duke P. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's
Ros. So was I, when your highness took his dukedom; So was 1, Treason is not inherited, my lord ;
when your highness banish'd him: Or, if we did derive it from our friends,
me ? my father was no traitor :
Celia; we stay'd her for your sake,
Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothHer very silence, and her patience,
[uess, Speak to the people, and Thou art a fool: she robs thee of thy name ;
they pity her. And thou wilt shew more bright, and seem more vir
[tuous, and irrevocable is Which I have pass'd upon her, she is banishid.
Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my lege; I cannot live out of her
-You, niece, provide yourIf you out-stay the time, upon mine honour,
self ; And in the greatness of my word, you die.
(Ereunt Duke Frederick and Lords.
Ros. I have more cause.
Cel. No ? hath not ? Rosalind lacks then the love
Is my doom
Thou hast not, cousin;
That he hath not.