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Clo. Thus men may grow wifer every day! It is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was fport for ladies.

Cel. Or I, I promise thee.

Rof. But is there any elfe longs to fet this broken mufic in his fides? is there yet another doats upon rib-breaking? fhall we fee this wrestling, Coufin? Le Beu. You muft If you f 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 ftay and fee it.

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Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando, up of Charles, and Attendants.

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treated; his own peril on his forwardness.

Rof. Is yonder the man to suff

Le Beu. Even he, Madam.

Cel. Alas, he is too young; yet he looks fuccefsfully.

Duke. How now, Daughter and Coufin; are you crept hither to fee the wrestling?

Rof. Ay, my liege, fo please you give us leave.

Duke. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is fuch odds in the men in pity of the challenger's youth, I would fain diffuade 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. Duke. Do fo; I'll not be by. [Duke goes apart. Le Beu. Monfieur the Challenger, the Princefies call for you.

Orla. I attend them with all respect and duty.

Rof.

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ds 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.

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Duke. You fhall try but one Fall. bioCha. No, I warrant your Grace, fhall not entreat him to a fecond, that have fo mightily perfuaded him from a first.

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10 Orla. You mean to mock me fhould hot have mockt me before; but come your ways. Rof. Now Hercules be thy fpeed, young man! Cel. I would I were invifible, to catch the ftrong fellow by the leg! [They wrefile.

of Rof. O excellent young man!

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

Viis Duke. No more, no more.

[Shout.

[Charles is thrown. Orla. Yes, I beseech your Grace; I am not yet well breathed.

Duke. How doft thou, Charles?

Le Beu. He cannot speak, my Lord.

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

Orla. Orlando, my liege, the youngest fon of Sir Rowland de Boys.

Duke. I would, thou hadft been fon to fome man elfe!

The world efteem'd thy Father honourable,

But I did find him ftill mine enemy :

Thou should't have better pleas'd me with this deed,
Hadft thou defcended from another House.
But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth;
I would, thou hadft told me of another father.

[Exit Duke, with his train.

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TERE I my father, coz, would I do this?
Orla. I am more proud to be Sir Row-
land's fon,

His youngest fon, and would not change that calling
To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Rof. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his foul,
And all the world was of my father's mind:
Had I before known this young man his fon,
I fhould have giv'n him tears unto entreaties,
Ere he should thus have venturd. hoodrat
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My father's rough and envious difpofition

Sticks me at heart. Sir, you have well deferv'd:

If you do keep your promifes in love, i dlač

But justly as you have exceeded all in promise,
Your miltrefs fhall be happy.com

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 fay, I thank you?

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Are all thrown down; and that, which here ftands up,
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Rof. He calls us back: my pride fell with my for-
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* Is but a quintaine, a mere lifeless block.] A Quintaine was a Poft or Bute fet up for feveral Kinds of martial Exercifes, against which they threw their Darts and exercised their Arms. The Allufion is beautiful. I am, says Orlando, only a quintaine, a lifeless Block on which Love only Exercifes his Arms in Jeft; the great Disparity of Condition between Rofalind and me, not suffering me to hope that Love will ever make a ferious Matter of it.

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I'll ask him what he would. Did you call, Sir?
Sir, you have wreftled well, and overthrown
More than your enemies.

Cel. Will you go, coz?

Rof. Have with you: fare you well.

[Exeunt Rof. and Cel. Orla. What paffion hangs these weights upon my

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I cannot speak to her; yet fhe urg'd conference.

Enter Le Beu.

O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown;

Or Charles, or fomething weaker, masters thee.
Le Beu.. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place. Albeit you have deferv'd
High commendation, true applause, and love;
Yet fuch is now the Duke's condition,

That he mifconftrues all that you have done.
The Duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,
More fuits 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 W
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Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we judge by man

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But yet, indeed, the fhorter is his daughter;0
The other's daughter to the banish'd Duke,

And here detain d by her ufurping Uncles TÁ
To keep his daughter company; whofe lovesd 1

Are dearer than the natural bond of fifters.
But I can tell you, that of late this Duke
Hath ta'en difpleasure 'gainft his gentle Neice;
Grounded upon no other argument,

But that the people praise her for her virtues,
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And pity her for her good fathers he ladys

And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the ladys
Will fuddenly break forth. Sir, fair

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