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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-
fore be misprised: we will make it our suit to the duke,
that the wrestling

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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.
Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so
esures stealie with his mother earth
modest working

Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more
Duke F. You shall try but one fall.
Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall not entreat

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
Duke P. How dost thou, Charles ?
Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord,
Duke F. Bear him away.
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 man

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,
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,
Ere he should thus have ventured.

Gentle cousio,
Let us go thank him, and encourage him:
My father's rough and envious disposition
Sticks ne at heart.-Sir, you have well deserred:
If you do keep your promises in love,
But justly, as you have exceeded promise,
Your mistress shall be happy.


(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 !

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.

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'Re-enter LE BEAU.'
O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown:
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.

Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place. Albeit you have deserved
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 ;
Which of the two was daughter of the duke,
That here was at the wrestling ?
Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by

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 auddenly break forth.-Sir, fare you well!
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and kuowledge of you.
Orl. I rest much bounden to you : fare you well!

[Erit Le Beau.
Thus must I from the smoke into the smother ;
From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother.-
But heavenly Rosalind !

[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.

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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.
Ros. I would try; if I could cry hem, and have him
Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.


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.
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.

Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords.
Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with your safest
And get you from our court.

Me, uncle
Duke F.
Within these ten days if that thou be'st found
So near our public court as twenty miles,
Thou diest for it.

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 frantie,
(As I do trust I am not,) then, dear Oncle,
Never, so much as in a thought unborn,
Did I offend your highness.

Duke R.
If their purgation did consist in words,

Thus do all traitors:

(haste, You, cousin :



Duke F. You are a pany.

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. (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 :
Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much,
To think my poverty
Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak.

Duke F.
Else had she with her father ranged along.

Celia; we stay'd her for your sake,
Cel. I did not then entreat have her stay,
It was your pleasure, and your

I was too young that time to value her,
But now I know her: if she be a traitor,
Why, so am I; we still have slept together,
Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together ;
And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's s
Still we went coupled, and inseparable.

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.
Cel. O my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go?
Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine.
I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am.

Ros. I have more cause.
Prythee, be cheerful : know'st thou not, the duke
Hath bauish'd me, his daughter?

Cel. No ? hath not ? Rosalind lacks then the love
Which teacheth thee, that thou and I am one:
Shall we be sunderar shall we part, sweet girl?


Is my doom


Thou hast not, cousin;

That he hath not.

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