Le Beu. Why this, that I speak of. call to Clo. Thus men may grow wiser every day! It is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies. Cel. Or I, I promise thee. 試) Rof. But is there any elfe longs to set this broken music in his fides? is there yet another doats upon rib-breaking? shall we see this wrestling, Cousfin? 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, fure, they are coming; let us now flay and fee it. Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando, Charles, and Attendants. Duke. OME on, fince the Youth will not be en COME OF his own peril on his forwardness. Rof. Is yonder the man?la Le Beu. Even he, Madamsaico sul Cel. Alas, he is too young; yet he looks fuccefs fully.am Duke. How now, Daughter and Coufin; are you crept hither to fee 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 fain dissuade him, but he will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies, fee if you can move him. Cel. Call him hither, good Monfieur Le Beu. call for you. Orla. I attend them with all respect and duty. Rof. en 01 he S. Rof. Young man, have you challeng'd Charles the wrestler?s carbon zidative oil or angelsh of 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.o Cel. Young Gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your years: you have seen cruel proof of this man's strength. * 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 safety, and give over this attempt. Rof. Do, young Sir; your reputation shall not therefore be misprised; we will make it our fuit 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, wherein 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 fo: 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. Rof. The little fstrength that I have, I would it were with you. Cel. And mine to eek out hers. Rof. Fare you well; pray heav'n, I be deceiv'd in you. Orla. Your hearts defires be with you! * If you faw yourself with your eyes, or knew yourself with your judgment, The Sense requires that we should read, our eyes, and our judgment. The Argument is, Your Spirits are too bold, and therefore your Judgment deceives you; Fudoment but did you fee and know yourself with our more impartial Judgment you would forbear. Cha. Come, where is this young Gallant, that is fo defirous to lie with his mother earth? Orla. Ready, Sir; but his Will hath in it a more modeft working. Duke. You shall try but one Fall. Cha. No, I warrant your Grace, you shall not entreat him to a second, that have fo mightily perfuaded him from a first. To Orla. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mockt me before; but come your ways. Rof. Now Hercules be thy speed, young man! Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg! [They wrestle. Rof. O excellent young man! who should down. Duke. No more, no more. Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell [Shout. [Charles is thrown. Orla. Yes, I heseech your Grace; I am not yet well breathed. 3 Duke. How doft thou, Charles? Le Beu. He cannot speak, my Lord. 10 Duke. Bear him away. What is thy name, young man? Orla. Orlando, my liege, the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys. 31 Duke. I would, thou hadst been fon to some man elfe! [Exit Duke, with his train. SCENE SCENE VII. Manent Celia, Rofalind, Orlando. Cel. WERE I my father, coz, would I do this? Orla. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's fon, His youngest fon, and would not change that calling Rof. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his foul, Cel. Gentle Cousin, Let us go thank him and encourage him: My father's rough and envious difpofition But justly as you have exceeded all in promife, Rof. Gentleman, Wear this for me; one out of fuits with fortune, Orla. Can I not say, I thank you? - my better Are all thrown down; and that, which here stands up, * Is but a quintaine, a mere lifeless block. Rof. He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes. Lettorskito * Is but a quintaine, a mere lifeless block.] A Quintaine was a Post or Bute fet up for several Kinds of martial Exercises, against which they threw their Darts and exercised their Arms. The Allusion is beautiful. I am, fays Orlando, only a quintaine, a lifeless Block on which Love only Exercises his Arms in Jeft; the great Difparity of Condition between Röfalind and me, not suffering me to hope that Love will ever make & ferious Matter of it. B6 I'll I'll ask him what he would. Did you call, Sir? More than your enemies. Cel. Will you go, coz? Rof. Have with you: fare you well. [Exeunt Rof. and Gel. Oria. What paffion hangs these weights upon my tongue? I cannot speak to her; yet she urg'd conference. Enter Le Beu. O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown; Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsel you Orla. I thank you, Sir; and, pray you, tell me Which of the two was Daughter of the Duke Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we judge by man mers; But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter; Here |