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Duke. How now, daughter, and cousin ? are you crept hither to see the wrestling ?
321 Ros. 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; see if you can move him.
Cel. Call him hither, good monsieur Le Beau.
Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the princesses call for you.
331 Orla. I attend them with all respect and duty.
Ros. 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 strength of my youth.
Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your years : You have seen cruel proof of this man's strength: if you saw yourself with your eyes, or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enter
prise. We pray you, for your own sake, to embrace 6 your own safety, and give over this attempt. 344
Ros. Do, young sir; your reputation shall not there. fore be misprised : we will make it onr 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 с
deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your
fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to my triał: 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 so : I shall do my friends no wrongt 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.
360 Cel. And mine to eke out hers. Ros.. Fare you well. Pray heaven I be deceiv'd in
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?
Orla. Ready, sir : but his will hath in it a more modest working. Duke. You shall try but one fall.
369 Cha, No, I warrant your grace; you shall not entreat him to a second, that have so mightily persuad. ed him from a first.
Orla. 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 !
[They wrestle. Ros. O excellent young man!
Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down.
Skout. Duke. No more, no more. [CHARLES is thrown. Orla. Yes, I beseech your grace ; I am not yet
883 Duke. How dost thou, Charles ? Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord.
Duke. Bear him away. What is thy name, young man?
Orla. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys. Duke. I would, thou hadst been son to some man else.
390 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 a gallant youth; I would, thou hadist told me of another father.
[Exit Duke, with his Train.
Manent C£LIA, ROSALIND, and ORLANDO, Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this ?
Orla. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son, His youngest son ;-and would not change that calle
ing, 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,
Cel. Gentle cousin,
[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.
Orla. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts Are all thrown down; and that which here stands up, Is but a quintaine, a mere lifeless block.
420 Ros. He calls us back : My pride fell with my
Cel. Will you go, coz?
[ Exeunt ROSALIND, and CELIA. Orla. What passion hangs these weights upon my
tongue ? I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.
Enter Le BEAU.
poor Orlando! thou art overthrown; Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. 436
Le Beau. 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 mne
this; Which of the two was daughter of the duke That here was at the wrestling ?
449 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 upon no other argument, But that the people praise her for her virtues, 45° 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; Hereafter, in a better world than this, ciij