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. Orl. 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 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 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?

Orl. 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 entreat him to a second, that have so mightily pera suaded him from a first.

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

Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man! Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow 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. [CHARLES is thrown. Shout.

Duke F. No more, no more.

Orl. 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?

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

[Exeunt Duke FRED. Įrain, and Le BEAU. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this ?

Orl. I am more proud to be sir Rowland's son, His youngest son; and would not change that

calling, 8 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 entreaties,
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 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 hand lacks

means.

Shall we go, coz?
Cel.

Ay:--Fare 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. 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. [Ereunt RosALIND and CELIA.

Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my

tongue ? I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.

Re-enter LE BEAU. 0 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 desery'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.
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

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 niece;
Grounded

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;

;

upon no other

Hereafter, 'in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
Orl. 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?

Pos. Not one to throw at a dog.

Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs, throw some of them ať 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 miad without any.

Cel. But is all this for your father?

Ros. No, some of it for my child's father : 0, 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.

Cel. Hem them away,