he go alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize more ;. and so, God keep your worship.

[Exit. Oli. Farewel, good Charles. Now will I ftir this gamefter: I hope, I-fhall see an end of him ; for my foul, yet I know not why, hates nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle ; never school'd, and yet learnd; full of noble device, of all sorts enchantingly beloved : and, indeed, so much in the heart of the world, and especially of my own people who best know him, that I am altogether misprised. But it shall not be so, long; this wrestler fall clear all; nothing remains, but that I kindle the boy thither, which now I'll go about. [Exit. SCENE changes to an Open Walk, before the

Duke's Palace,

Enter Rosalind and Celia, Cel. Pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.

Ref. Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of; and would you yet I were merrier ? unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd father, you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure.

Cel. Herein, I fee, thou lov'st me not with the full weight that I love chce. If my uncle, thy banished father, had banished thy uncle the Duke, my father, 10 thou hadtt been fill with me, I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine; so would'st thou, it the truth of thy love to me were so righteously temper'd, as mine is to thee,

Rof. Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, 10 rejoice in yours.

Cel. You know, my father hath no child but I, nor none is like to have ; and, truly, when he dies, thou shalt be his heir; for what he hath taken


from thy father perforce, I will render thee again in 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 fee, what think you of falling in love ?

Cel. Marry, I pr’ythee, do, to make sport withal ; but love no man in good earneft, nor no further in {port neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou may'st in honour come off again.

Rof. 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 beftowed equally:

Ref. I would, we could do fo; for her benefits are mightily misplaced, and the bounti! ul blind woman dolt moit mistake in her gifts to women.

Cel. "Tis true; for these, that she makes fair, the scarce makes honeft; and those, that the makes honest, the makes


ill-favoured. Ros. Nay, now thou goeft from fortune's office to nature's : fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of nature.

Enter Clown. Czl. No; when nature hath made a fair creature, may she not by fortune fall into the fire tho' nature hath given us wit to flout at fortune, hath not fortune jent in this fool to cut off this argument?

Roj. 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, whithes wander you? Clo. Mistress, you must come away to your

father. Cel. Were you made the messenger ? Clo. No, by mine honour; but I was bid to come Res. Where learned you that oath, fool? Cl. Of a certain Knight, that sivore by his honour MS


for you.

they were good pancakes, and swore by his honour the mustard was naught: now I'll fand to it, the pancakes were naught, and the mustard was good, and yet was rot the Knight forsworn.

Cel. How prove you that in the great heap of your knowledge ? Rof. Ay, marry; now unmuzzle


wisdom. Clo. Stand

both forth now;


chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave.

Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art.

Clo. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were; but if

you swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn : po 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 that thou mean'st?
Cla (3) One, that old Frederick your father loves.

Cel. My father's love is enough to honour him enough; fpeak no more of him, you'll be whipt for taxation one of these days.

Clo. The more pity, that fools may not fpeak wisely what wise men do foolishly.

Cel. By my troth, thou say'st true; for fince the little wit that fools have was filenc'd, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great fhow: here comes Monfieur Le Beu.

Enter Le Beu..
Ros. With his mouth full of news.

Cél. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young

Ref. Then shall we be news-cram'da

(3) Clo. One, that old Frederick your father lovesi

Rof. My father's love is enough to Lonour bim enough;] Thís reply to the Clown is in all the books plac'd to Rosalind; but Frederick was pot her father, but Celia's : I have therefore ventar'd to prefix the name of Celia. There is no countenance from any paffage in the play, or from the Dramatis Persona, to imagine, that both the brother-dukes were namefakes and the one calld.the old, and the other the youngeri Frederick; and, without come such authorttys, it would make confusion luppose ita


Cel. All the better, we shall be the more marketable. Bonjour, Monfieur Le Beu; what news?

Le Beu. Fair Princess, you have lost much good fport.
Cel. Sport; of what colour?
Le Beu. What colour, Madam ? how mall I answer


Rof. As wit and fortune will.
Clo. Or as the destinies decree:
Cel. Well said ; that was laid on with a trowel.
Clo. Nay, if I keep not my rank,
Rof. Thou losett thy old imell.

Le Beu. You amaze me, Ladies ; I would have told you of good wrestling, which you have loft the fight of.

Rof. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. Le Beu. I will tell you the beginning, and, if it please your Ladyships, you may see the end, for the beft 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 Beu. There comes an old man and his three sons,

Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale. Le Beu. 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 Beu. The eldest of the three wreftled 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 fecond, and for the third : yonder they lie, the poor old man their fam ther making such pitiful dole over them, that all the beholders take his part with weeping.

Rof. Alas!

Clo. But what is the sport, Monsieur, that the Ladies have lost!

Le Beu. Why this, that I speak of.

Cl. Thus men may grow wiser every day. It is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was Sport for Ladies.


Cel. Orl, I prom ise thee.

Rol: But (4) is there any else longs to see this broker musick in his fides ? is there yet another doats upon rib-breaking ? shall we see this wrestling, cousin ?

Le Bex. 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 ftay and see it.


Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando,

Charles, and Attendants.
Duke. Come on, since the youth will not be entreated
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 wrestling ?,

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 feign diffuade him, but be will not be entreated. Speak to him, Ladies; see, if you can move him.

Cel. Call himn hither, good. Monsieur Le Beu.
Duke. Do fo; I'll not be by. [Duke goes apart.
Le Beu, Monsieur the challenger, the Princesses call.
Orla. I attend them with all respect and duty.

Rof: Young man, have you challeng'd Charles, the wrestler ?

Orla. No, fair Piincess; he is the general challenger:

for you.

(4) Is tbere any else longs to see ebis broken mufick in bis fides?] This feems a stupid crror in the copies. They are talking here of some who had their ribs broke in wrestling: and the pleasantry of Rosalind's repartee must confift in the allufion he makes to composing in mufick. It necessarily follows therefore, that the poet wrote let' ibis broken sufick in bis fides.

Mr. Warburton

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