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Cel. Call him hither, good monsieur Le Beau.
Duke F. Do so ; I'll not be by. [Duke goes apart.

Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the princesses call for you.

Orla. I attend them, with all respect and duty.

Ro8. Young man, have you challenged Charles the wrestler ?

Orla. 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. Orla. 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 never was 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.

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 desirous to lie with his mother earth ?

Orla. 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 intreat him to a second, that have so mightily persuad im from a first.

Orla. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mocked me before : but come your ways:

Ros. Now, Hercules he thy speed, young man !

Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg : (CHARLES and ORLA. 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.

Orla. 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?

Orla. 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 : Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed, Hadst thou descended from another house. But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth ; I would, thou hadst told me of another father.

[Exe. Duke FRED. Train, and LE BEAU. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?

Oria. 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 intreaties,
Ere he should thus have ventur'd.

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

Ros. 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 band lacks means.
Shall we go, coz ?

Cel. Ay :-Fare you well, fair gentleman.
Orla. Can I not say, I thank you !-My better parts

Are all thrown down ; and that which here stands up, Is but a quintain, 8 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 you well.

[Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA. Orl. What passion hängs these weights upon my tongue? I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.

Re-enter LE BEAU.
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poor

Orlando ! thou art overthrown ;
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.

[8] A quintain was a post or butt, set up for several kinds of martial exer. cises, against which they threw their darts and exercised their arms. The allusion is beautiful. I am, says Orlando, only a quintain, a lifeless block on which love only exercises his arms in jest ; the great disparity of condition between Rosalind and me, nit suffering me to hope that love will ever make a serious matter of it. The famous satirist Regnier, who lived about the time or our author, uses the same metaphor, on the same subject, though the thought be different :

Et qui depuis dix ans jusqu'en ses derniers jours,
A soutenu le prix en l'escrime d'amours;
Lasse en fin de servir au peuple de quintaine,

« Elle," doc. WARBURTON. This is but an imperfect (to call it no worse) explanation of a beautiful passage. The quintain was not the object of the darts and arms; it was a stake driven into a field, upon which were hung a shield and other trophies of war, at which they shot, darted, or rode, with a lance. When the shield and the trophies were all thrown down, the quintain remained. Without this information, how could the reader understand the allusion of

-My better parts Are all thrown down? GUTHRIE. Shakspeare has most propably alluded to that sort of quintain which re. sembled the human figure ; and if this be the case, the speech of Orlando may be thus explained: I am unable to thank you ; for, surprized and subdued by love, my intellectual powers, which are my better parts, fail me; and I resemble the quintain, whose human or active part being throun down, there remains nothing but the lifeless trunk or block whichonce upheld it. Or if better parts do not refer to the quintain, “that which here stands up” means the human part of the quintain, which may be also

not unaptly called a lifcless block. As a military sport or exercise, the use of the quintain is very ancient, and may be traced even among the Romans. It is mentioned in Justinian's Code, Lib. lll. tit. 43 ; and its most probable etymology is from Quintus, the name of its inventor.' In the days of chivalry it was the substitute or rehearsal of tilts and tournaments, and was at length adopted, though in a ruder way, by the common people, becoming amongst them a very favourite amusement, In Wales it is still practised at weddings, and at the village of Offham, near Town Malling in Kent, there is now standing a quintain, opposite the dwelling-house of a family that is obliged under some tenure to support it ; but I do not find that any use has been ever made of it within the recollection of the inhabitants. DOUCE.

For a more particular description of a quintain, see a note on a passage in Jonson's Under woods, Whalley's edit. Vol. VII. p. 55. M. MASON.

A humorous description of this amusement may also be read in Lanebam's Letter from “ Killingworth Castle." HENLEY.

10 VOL. II.

Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you To leave this place : Albeit you have deserv'd 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.

Orla. 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 ?

LeB. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners ; 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 neice ; 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 suddenly break forth.- Sir, fare you well; Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. Orla. I rest much bounden to you : fare you well!

[Exit LE BEAU. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother ; From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother :But heavenly Rosalind !

[Exit.

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, lame me with reasons.

Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; 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 child's father :9 O, how full of briars is this working-day world!

Cel. They are but burs, cousin, 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 are in my heart.

Cél. 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 ! you will try in time, in despight of a fall. 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 you should love his son dearly? By this kind of chace, I should hate him, for my father hated his father dearly ;' yet I hate not Orlando.

Ros. No, 'faith, hate him not, for my 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. DukeF. Mistress, despatch you with your safest haste, And get you from our court.

Ros. Me, uncle ?

Duke F. You, cousin :
Within these ten days if thou be’st found
So near our public court as twenty miles,
Thou diest for it.

Ros. 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 ;

19) i.e. for him whom I hope to marry, and have children by. THEOBALD. lij That is, by this way of following the argument. Dear is used by Shakspeare in a double sense for beloved, and for hurtful, hated, baleful. Both senses are authorised, and both drawn from etymology; but properly, beloved is dear, and hateful is dere. Rosalind uses dearly in the good, and Celia in the bad sense.

JOHNSON.

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