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Le Beu: The eldeit 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. · Ros. 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 head breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.

Cel. Or I, I promise thee.

Rof. But is there any else longs to set this broken music in his fides ? 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 stay and see it.

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Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando,

Charles, and attendants. Duke. Come on ; since the youth will not be iro treated, 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 wreitling?

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 dissuade 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. - VOL.II.

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Duke. Do fo; l'll not be by. [Duke goes apart. Le Beu. Monsieur the challenger, the Princeffes call 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 trength of my youth.

Cel. Young Gentleman, your fpirits are too bold for your years: you have seen crucl proof of this man's trength. If you faw 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 fafety, and give over this attempt.

Rof. 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 fo fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial; where in if I be foil'd, there is but one sham'd that was never gracious; if kill'd, but one dead that is willing to be so. I fhall 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.

Ref. The little strength that I have I would it were

with you.

Cel. And mine to eek 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 mo reit worsing

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

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treat him to a second, that have fo mightily perfuaded him from a first.

Orla. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mock'd me before ; but come your ways,

Ref. Now Hercules be thy speed, young man !

Gel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg !

[They wrestle, Ref. O excellent young man !

Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down.

Duke. No more, no more. [Charles is thrown.

Orla. Yes, I beseech your Grace; I am not yet well breathed. - Duke. How dost thou, Charles ? in Le Beu. He cannot fpeak, my Lord.

Duke, Bear him away. What is thy name, young man?

Orla. Orlando, my Liege, the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys. ' 1. Duke. I would thou hadst been fon to fome man else! The world esteem'd thy father honourable, But I did find him still mine enemy: Thou should'At have better pleas'd me with this deed, Hadit thou descended from another house. But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth; I would thou hadlt told me of another father,

[Exit Duke, with his train. SCENE VII. Manent Celia, Rosalind, Orlando. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this ?

Orla. I anı more proud to be Sir Rowland's son, His youngest son, and would not change that calling To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Rof. 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 giv’n him tears unto intreaties,
Ere he should thus have yentur'd.

Gel. 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 desery'd:
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Rof. Gentleman,
Wear this for me ; one out of fuits with fortune, ' *
That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.
Shall we go, coz? [Giving him a chain from her neck.

Cel. Ay, fare you well, fair Gentleman.
Orla. Can I not say, I thank you ? -

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Are all thrown down; and that, which here ftands up,
Is but a quintaine, a mere lifeless block.
Rof. He calls us back: my pride fell with my for.

tunes.
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 }
Rof. Have with

[Exeunt Ros. and Cel. Orla. What passion hangs these weights upon my

tongue ?
I cannot speak to her; yet she urge'd conference.

Enter Le Beu.
O poor Orlando ! thou art overthrown ;
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee,

Le Beu. 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 humourous; 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?

Le Beu.Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners; But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter; The other's daughter to the banilh'd Duke, And here detain'd by her ufurping uncle To keep his daughter company; whofe loves

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And dearer than the natural bond of fifters. :
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 fake :
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 defire more love and knowledge of you. [Exit,

Orla. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well!
Thus must I from the smoak into the smother;
From tyrant Duke, unto a tyrant brother:
But, heav'nly Rosalind !

[Exit. SCENE VIII.

Changes to an apartment in the palace,

Re-enter Celia and Rosalind. Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind; Cupid have mercy'; not a word !

Rof. 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. Rof. Then there were two cousins laid

up;

when the one should be lam’d with reasons, and the other mad without any, Cel. But is all this for

your

father? Rof. No, fome of it is for my father's child. Oh, 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 lhake them off my coat; these burs are in my heart.

Gel. Hem them away.
Rof. I would try, if I could cry, Hem, and have him.
Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.

Rol: 0, they take the part of a better wrestler than inyself.

Gel.

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