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Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.

No woman had it, but a civil doctor, (Gratiano and Nerissa seem to talk apart. Which did refuse three thousand ducats of me, Gra. By yonder moon, I swear, you do me wrong. And begg'd the ring; the which I did deny him, Iu faith, 1 gave it to the judge's clerk:

And suffer'd him to godispleas'd away ; Would he were gelt that had it, for my part,

Even he that had held up the very life Since you do take it, love, so much at heart.

Of my dear friend. What should I say, sweet lady? Por. A quarrel, ho, already? what's the matter? I was enforc'd to send it after liim; Gra. About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring,

I was beset with shame and courtesy; That she did give me; whose posy was,

My honour would not let ingratitude For all the world, like cutler's poetry

So much besmear it! Pardon me, good lady; Upon a knife, Love me, and leave me not.

For, by these blessed candles of the night, Ner. What talk you of the posy, or the value? Had you been there, I think, you would have begged You swore to me when I did give it you,

Thering of'me to give the worthy doctor. That you would wear it till your hour of death; Por. Let not that doctor e'er come near my house: And that it should lie with you in your grave: Since he hath got the jewel that I lov'd, Though not for me, yet for your vehement oaths, And that which you did swear to keep for me, You should have been respective, and have kept it.

I will become as liberal as you;
Gave it a judge's clerk!—but well I know,

I'll not deny him any thing I have,
The clerk will ne'er wear hair on his face, that had it. No, not my body, nor my husband's bed :
Gra. He will, an if he live to be a man.

Know him I shall, I am well sure of it:
Ner. Ay, if a woman live to be a man.

Lienot a night îrom home; watch me like Argus: Gra. Now by this hand, I gave it to a youth, If you do not, if I be left alope, A kind of boy; a little scrubbed boy,

Now, by mine honour, which is yet mine own, No higher than thyself, the judge's clerk;

I'll have that doctor for my bedfellow. A prating boy, that begg’d it as a fee;

Ner. And I his clerk; therefore be well advised, I could not for my heart deny it him.

How you to leave me to mine own protection. Por. You were to blame, I'must be plain with you, Gra. Well, do you so : let not me take him then; To part so slightly with your wife's first gift ; For, if I do, I'll mar the young clerk's pen. A thing stuck on with oaths upon your finger, Ant. I am the unhappy subject of these quarrels. And riveted so with faith unto your flesh.

Por. Sir, grieve not you; you are welcome notwithI gave my love a ring, and made him swear

standing Never to part with it; and here he stands:

Bass. Portia, forgive me this enforced wrong;
I darebe sworn for him, he would not leave it, And, in the hearing of these many friends,
Nor pluck it from his finger, for the wealth

I swear to thee, even by thine own fair eyes,
Thaithe world masters. Now, in faith, Gratiano, Wherein I see myself,
You give your wife too unkind a cause of grief; Por. Mark you bat that!
An 'twere to me, I should be mad at it.

In both my eyes he doubly sees himself:
Bass. Why, I were best to cut my left hand off, lo each eye one: -swear by your double self,
And swear I lost the ring defending it. [Aside. And there's an oath of credit.
Gra. My lord Bassanio gave his ring away

Bass. Nay, bat hear me:
Unto the judge, that begg'd it, and, indeed, Pardon this fault, and by my soul I swear,
Deserv'dit too: and then the boy, his clerk,

I never more will break an oath with thee.
That took some pains in writing, he begg'd mine: Ant. I once did lend my body for his wealth ;
And neither man, nor master, would take aught Which, but for him that had your husband's ring,
But the two rings.

[To Portra. Por. What riog gave you, my lord ?

Had quite miscarried : Idare be bound again, Not that, I hope, which you receivd of me.

My soul upon the forfeit, that your lord Bass. If I could add a lie unto a fault,

Will never more break faith advisedly. I would deny it; but you see, my finger

Por. Then you shall be his surety. Give him this, Hath not the ring upon it; it is gone.

And bid him keep it better than the other : Por. Even so void is your false heart of truth. Ant. Here, lord Bassanio, swear to keep thisring! By heaven, I will ne'es come in your bed,

Bass. By heaven, it is the same I gavethe doctor! Until I seethering.

Por. I had it of him: pardon me, Bassanio; Ner. Nor Lin yours,

For by this ring the doctor lay with me. Till I again see mine.

Ner. And pardon me, my gentle Gratiano; Bass. Sweet Portia,

For that same scrubbed boy, the doctor's clerk, If you did know, to whom I gave the ring,

In lieu of this, last night did lie with me. If you did know, for whom I gave the ring

Gra. Why, this is like the mending of high-ways And would conceive, for what I gave the ring, (a summer, where the ways are fair enough: And how unwillingly I left the ring,

What! are we cuckolds, ere we have deserv'd it? When naught would be accepted but the ring, Por. Speak not so grossly!—You are all amaz’d: You would abate the strength of your displeasure. Here is a letter, read it at your leisure;

Por. If you had known the virtue of the ring, It comes from Padua, from Bellario :
Or half her worthiness that gave the ring,

There you shall find, that Portia was the doctor; Or your own honour to contain the ring,

Nerissa there, her clerk: Lorenzo here You would not then have parted with the ring. Shall witness, I set forth as soon as you, What man is there so much unreasonable,

And but even now return'd; I have not yet If you had pleas' to have defended it

Enter'd’my house. ---Antonio, you are welcome; With any terms of zeal, wanted the modesty And I have better news in store for you, To urge the thing held as a ceremony?

Than you expect: unseal this letter soon; Nerissa teaches me what to believe;

There you shall find, three of your argosies
I'll die for't but some woman had the ring.

Are richly come to harbour suddenly:
Bass. No, by mine honour, madam, by my soul, You shall not know, by what strange accident


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After his death, of all he dies possess'd of.
Ant. I am dumb.

Lor. Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way
Bass. Were yon the doctor, and I knew you not? Of starved people.
Gra. Were you the clerk, that is to make me cuckold? Por. It is almost morning,
Ner. Ay; but the clerk that never means to do it, And yet, I am sure, you are not satisfied
Unless he live until he be a man.

Of these events at full. Let us go in;
Bass. Sweet doctor, you shall be my bedfellow; And charge us there upon intergatories,
When I am absent, then lie with my wife.

And we will answer all things faithfully.
Ant. Sweet lady, you have given me life and living; Gra. Let it be so. The first inter'gatory
For here I read for certain, that my ships

That my Nerissa shall be sworn on, is,
Are safely come to road.

Whether till the next night she liad rather stay;
Por. How now, Lorenzo ?

Or go to bed now, being two hours to day:
My clerk hath some good comforts too for you. But were the day come, I should wish it dark,
Ner. Ay, and I'll give them him without a fee.-- That I were couching with the doctor's clerk.
There do I give to you, and Jessica,

Well, while I live, I'll fear no other thing
From the rich Jew, a special deed of gift,

So sore, as keeping safe Nerissa's ring. (Exeunt,

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of the Drama. Duke, living in exile.

| TOUCHSTONE, a clown.
Frederick, brother to the Duke, and usurper of his Sir Oliver Man-Text, a vicar.

AMIENS, Lords attending upon the Duke in his ba- Sylvius,
JAQUES, nishment.

William, a country fellow, in love with Audrey.
Le Beau, a courtier attending upon Frederick. 4 person representing Hymen.
CHARLES, his wrestler.

Rosalind, daughter to the banished Duke.

Celia, daughter to Frederick.
JAQUES, sons of Sir Rowland de Bois.

PHeBe, a shepherdess.

AUDREY, a country wench.
Servants to Oliver.

Lords belonging to the two Dukes; Pages, Pores-

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Adam. Yonder comes my master, your brother.
SCENEI.-An orchard, near Oliver's house.

Orl. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear, how he
Enter Orlando and Adam.

will shake me up. Orl. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion Oli. Now, sir! what make you here? boqueathed me: By will, but a poor thousand crowns; Orl. Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing. and, as thoa say'st, charged my brother, on his bless- Oli. What mar you then, sir? ing, to breed me well : and there begins my sadness. Orl. Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which My brother Jaques he keeps at school, and report God made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with speaks goldenly of his profit: for my part, he keeps idleness. me rastically at home, or, to speak more properly, Oli. Marry, sir, be better employed, and be nought stays me here at home unkept; for call you that awhile! keeping for a gentleman of my birth, that differs not Orl. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat hasks with them? from the stalling of anox ? His horses are bred better; What prodigal portion have I spent, that I should for, besides that they are fair with their feeding, they come to such penury? are taught their manage, and to that end riders dearly oli. Know you, where you are, sir? hired: but I, his brother, gain nothing under him but Orl. O, sir, very well : here in your orchard. growth; for the which his animals on his dunghills are Oli. Know you,

before whom, sir? as much bound to him as l. Besides this nothing, that Orl. Ay, better than he I am before, knows me. I . he so plentifully gives me, the something, that nature know, you are my eldest brother; and, in the gentle gave me, his countenance seems to take from me: he condition of blood, you should so know me. The lets me feed with his hinds, bars me the place of a bro- courtesy of nations allows you my better, in that you ther, and, as much as in him lies, mines my gentility are the first born; but the same tradition takes not with my education. This it is, Adam, that grieves me: away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us: and the spirit of my father, which I think is within me, I have as much of my father in me, as yon: albeit, I begins to matiny against this servitude: I will no long- confess, your coming before me is nearer to his reveer endare it, though yet I know no wise remedy, how rence. to avoid it.

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Orl. Come, come, elder brother, you are too young tion to come in disguis'd against me to try a fall. Toin this.

morrow, sir, I wrestle for my credit; and he that Oli. Wilt thon lay hands on me, villain ?

escapes me without some broken limb,shall acquit him Orl. I am no villain: I am the youngest son of sir well. Your brother is but young, and tender; and, Rowland de Bois; he was my father; and he is thrice for your love, I would be loth to foil kim, as I must, a villain, that says such a father begot villains. Wert for my own honour, if he come in: therefore, ont of thou not my brother, I would not take this hand from my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you withal; thy throat, till this other had pulled out thy tongue that either you might stay him from his intendment, for saying so; thou hast railed on thyself.

or brook such disgrace well as he shall run into; in Adam. Sweet asters, be patient; for your father's that it is thing of his own search, and altogether remembrance, beat accord!

against my will. Oli. Let me go, I say !

Oli. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which Orl. I will not, till I please: you shall hear me. My thou shalt find I will most kindly requite. I had myfather charged you in his will to give me good educa- self notice of my brother's purpose herein, and have tion: you have trained me like a peasant, obscuring by onderhand means laboured to dissuade him from it; and hiding from me all gentleman-like qualities : the but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, Charles, --it is the spirit of my father grows strong in me, and I will no stubbornost young fellow of France; full of ambition, longer endure it: therefore allow me such exercises an envious emulator of every man's good parts, a seas may become a gentleman, or give me the poor allot-cret and villainous contriver against me, his natural tery my father left me by testament; with that I will brother; therefore use thy discretion; I had as.Jief thou go buy my fortunes.

didst break his neck as his finger, and thou wert best Oli. And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is spent? look to't; for if thou dost him any slight disgrace, or Well, sir, get you in: I will not long be troubled with if he do not mightily grace himself on thee, he will yon: you shall have some part of your will: I pray practise against thee by poison, entrap thee by some

treacherous device, and never leave thee, till he hath Orl. I will no further offend you than becomes me ta’en thy life by some indirect means or other: for, for my good.

{ assure thee, and almost with tears I speak it, there is Oli. Get you with him, you old dog !

not one so young and so villainous this day living. I Adam. Iš old dog my reward? Most true, I have speak but brotherly of him; but should I anatomize lost my teeth in your service.--God be with my old him to thee as he is, I must blush and weep, and thou master! he would not have spoke such a word. must look pale and wonder. [Exeunt Orlando and Adam. Cha. I am heartily glad, I came hither to you:

if Oli. Is it even so? begin yon to grow upon me? I he come to-morrow, I'll give him his payment. If ever will physic your rankness, and yet give no thousand he go alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize more: crowns neither. Holla, Dennis!

and so, God keep your worship!

(Exit. Enter Dennis.

Oli. Farewell, good Charles !-Now will I stir this Den. Calls your worship?

gamester: I hope, I shall see an end of him; for my Oli, Was not Charles, the duke's wrestler, here to soul, yet I know not why, hates nothing more than he. speak with me?

Yet he's gentle; never school'd, and yet learned; full Den. So please you, he is here at the door, and im- of noble device; of all sorts enchantingly beloved ;

and, indeed, so much in the heart of the world, and portunes access to you. Oli. Call him in. (Exit Dennis.]—'Twill be a good especially of my own people, who best know him, that way; and to-morrow the wrestling is.

I am altogether misprised: but it shall not be so long;

this wrestler shall clear all: nothing remains, but Enter CHARLES.

that I kiudle the boy thither, which now I'll go about. Cha. Good morrow to your worship Oli. Good monsieur Charles ! --what's the new news at the new court?

SCENE II.- A lawn before the Duke's palace. Cha, There's no news at the court, sir, but the old

Enter ROSALIND and Celia. news : that is, the old duke is banished by his yonnger Cel. I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry! brother the new duke; and three or four loving lords Ros. Dear Celia, I show more mirth, than I am mishave put themselves into voluntary exile with him, tress of; and would you yet I were merrier? Unless whose lands and revenues enrich the new duke; there- you could teach me to forget a banished father, you fore he gives them good leave to wander.

must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary Oli. Can you tell, Rosalind, the duke's daughter, pleasure. be banished with her father?

Cel. Herein, I see, thou lovest me not with the full Cha. 0, no; for the duke's daughter, her cousin, so weight,that I love thee:if my uncle,thy banished father, loves her,--being ever from their cradles bred toge- had banished thy le, the duke my father, so thou ther,--that she would have followed her exile, or have hadst been still with me, I could have taught my love died to stay behind her. She is at the court, and no to take thy father for mine; so would'st thou, if the less beloved of her uncle, than his owo daughter; and truth of thy love to me were so righteously temper'd, never two ladies loved as they do.

as mine is to thee. Oli. Where will the old duke live?

Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, Cha. They say, he is already in the forest of Arden, to rejoice in your's. and a many merry men with him; and there they live Cel. You know, my father hath no child but I, nor like the old Robin Hood of England: they say, many none is like to have; and, truly, when he dies, thou young gentlemen floek to him every day; and fleet the shalt be his heir: for what he hath taken away from time carelessly, as they did in the golden world. thy father perforce, I will render thee again in affeOli. What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new etion; by mine honour, I will; and when i break that duke?

oath, let meturn monster :

erefore, my sweet Rose, Cha. Marry, do I, sir; and I came to acquaint yoa my dear Rose, be merry! with a matter. I am given, sir, secretly to understand, Řos. From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports : that your younger brother, Orlando, hath a disposi- let me see, what think you of falling in love?

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Cel. Marry, I pr’ythee, do, to make sport withal :| Cel. Sport? Of what colour?
but love no man in good earnest; nor no further Le Beau. What colour, madam? How shall I answer
in sport neither, than with safety of a pure blush trou you?
may'st in honour come off again.

Ros. As wit and fortune will.
Ros. What shall be our sport then?

Touch. Or as the destinies decree.
Cel. Let us sit and mock the good housewife, For- Cel. Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.
tane, from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be Touch. Nay, if I keep not my rank,
bestowed equally

Ros. Thou losest thy old smell.
Ros. I would we could do so; for her benefits are Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies: I would have told
mightily misplaced: and the bountiful blind woman you of good wrestling, which you have lost the sight of.
doth most mistake in her gifts to women.

Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. Cel. 'Tis true: for those that she makes fair, she Le Beau. I will tell you the beginning, and, if it please scarce makes honest ; and those that she makes honest, your ladyships, you may see the end; for the best is she makes very ill-favour’dly.

yet to do; and here, where you are, they are coming Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's office to to perform it. nature's: fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in Cel. Well,—the beginning, that is dead and buried. the lineaments of nature.

Le Beau. There comes an old man and his three

Cel. No? When nature hath made a fair creature,

Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale.

Le Beau. Three proper young men, of excellent may she not by fortune fall into the fire?—Though nature hath given us wit to flout as fortune, hath not growth and presenee; --

Ros. With bills on their necks,- Be it known unto fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument?

all men by these presents, Ros. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for nature; when fortune makes nature's natural the cutter off ofl, Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled with Char

les, the duke's wrestler; which Charles in a moment nature's wit.

threw him, and broke three of his ribs, that there is Cel. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work neither, little hope of life in him: so he served the second, and but nature's ; who perceiving our natural wits too dull

so the third. Yonder they lie; the poor old man, their to reason of such goddesses, hath sent this natural for father, making such pitiful dole over them, that all our whetstone: for always the dulness of the fool is the beholders take his part with weeping, the whetstone of his wits.-How now, wit? whither

Kos. Alas! wander you?

Touch. But what is the sport, monsieur, that the Touch. Mistress, you must come away to your


ladies have lost?
Cel. Were you made the messenger?

Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of.
Touch. No, by mine honour; but I was bid to come

Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every day! it is

the first time that ever I heard, breaking of ribs was Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool? Touch. Of a certain knight, that swore by his honour,

Cel. Or I, I promise thee. they were good pancakes,and swore by his honour, the mustard was naught: now, I'll stand to it, the pan- music in his sides? is there yet another dotes upon

Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken cakes were naught, and the mustard was good ; and yet rib-breaking?-Shall we see this wrestling, cousin? was not the knight forsworn.

Le Beau. You must, if you stay here : for here is Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap of your the place appointed for the wrestling, and they are knowledge?

ready to perform it.
Ros. Ay, marry; now anmuzzle your wisdom!
Touch. Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, and see it!

Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming: let us now stay
and swear by your beards, that I am a knave.
Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art. Flourish. Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lords, ORLANDO,
Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were: but,

CHARLES, and Attendants.
if you swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn :

DukeF.Come on ; since the youth will not be entreatno more was this knight, swearing by his honour, for ed, his own peril on his forwardness! he never had any; or, if he had, he had sworn it away,

Ros. Is yonder the man?
before ever he saw those pancakes, or that mustard.

Le Beau. Even he, madam.
Cel. Pr'ythee, who is't that thou mean’st?

Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks successfully.
Touch. One that old Frederick, your father, loves.

Duke F. How now, danghter, and cousin? are you Cel. My father's love is enough to honour him. Enough! crept hither to see the wrestling? speak no more of him; you'll be whipp'd for taxation, Ros. Ay, my liege; so please you give us leave. one of these days.

Duke F. You will take little delight in it, I can tell Touch. The more pity, that fools may not speak

you, there is such odds in the men. In pity of the wisely, what wise men do foolishly. Cel. By my troth, thou say'st true: for since the little challenger's youth, I would fain dissuade him, but he

will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies; see if wit, that fools have, was silenced, the little foolery,

you can move him !
that wise men have, makes a great show. Here comes
Monsieur Le Beau.

Cel. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau !

Duke F. Do so; I'll not be by. (Duke goes apart.
Enter LE BEAU.

Le Beau. Monsieur, the challenger, the princesses
Ros. With his mouth full of news.
Cel. Which he will put orus, as pigeons feed their Orl. I attend them, with all respect and duty.

Ros. Young man, have yon challenged Charles the
Ros. Then shall we be news-cramm'd.

wrestler ? Cel. All the better; we shall be the more marketable. Orl. No, fair princess; he is the general challenger: -Bon jour, Monsieur Le Beau: what's the news ? I come but in, as others do, to try with him the strength Le Beau. Fair princess, you have lost much good of my youth. sport.

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your years. You have seen cruel proof of this man’s | Your mistress shall be happy.
strength: if you saw yourself with your eyes, or knew Ros. Gentleman, (Giving him a chain from her neck.
yourself with your judgement, the fear of your adven-Wear this for me, one out of suits with fortune;
ture would counsel you to a more equal enterprize. That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.-
We pray you, for your own sake, to embrace your Shall we go, coz?
own safety, and give over this attempt.

Cel. Ay. - Fare you well, fair gentleman !
Ros. Do, young sir; your reputation shall not there- Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts
fore be misprised: we will make it onr suit to the duke, Are all thrown down; and that, which here stands up,
that the wrestling might not go forward.

Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.
Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your hard Ros.He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes:
thoughts; wherein I confess me mueh guilty, to deny I'll ask him what he would. — Did you call, sir?-
so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown
fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to my trial: More than your enemies.
wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shamed, that Cel. Will you go, coz ?
was never gracions; if killed, but one dead, that is Ros. Have with you. --Fare you well!
willing to be so : I shall do my friends no wrong, for I

(Exeunt Rosalind and Celia.
have none to lament me; the world no injury, for in Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my ton-
it I have nothing; only in the world I fill up a place,
which may be better supplied, when I have made I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.
it empty.

Re-enter Le Bear.
Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it were O poor Orlando! thon art overthrown;

Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.
Cel. And mine, to eke out her’s.

Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
Ros.Fare you well! Pray heaven, I be deceived in you! To leave this place. Albeit you have deserv’d
Cel. Your heart's desires be with you!

High commendation, true applause, and love,
Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so de- Yet such is now the duke's condition,
sirous to lie with his mother earth?

That he misconstrues all that you have done.
Orl. Ready, sir"; but his will hath in it a more modest The duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,

More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of.
Duke F. You shall try but one fall.

Orl. Ithauk you, sir; and, pray you, tell me this:
Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall not entreat Which of the two was daughter of the duke,
him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him that here was at the wrestling?
from a first.

Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by man-
Orl. You mean to mock meafter; you should not have
mocked me before: but come your ways!

But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter:
Rus. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man! The other is daughter to the banish'd duke,
Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fel- And here detain'd by her usurping uncle,
low by the leg. [Charles and Orlando wrestle. To keep his daughter company; whose loves
Ros. O excellent young man!

Are dearer, than the natural bond of sisters.
Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who But I can tell you, that of late this duke
strould down.

(Charles is thrown. Shout. Hath ta’en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece;
Duke F. No more, no more!

Grounded upon no other argument,
Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet well But that the people praise her for her virtues,

And pity her for hergood father's sake;
Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ?

And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady
Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord.

Will suddenly break forth.-Sir, fare you well;
Duke F. Bear him away! Charles is borne out. Hereafter, in a better world than this
What is thy name, young man?

I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of sir Row- Orl. I rest much bounden to you; fare you well!
land de Bois.

[Erit Le Beau.
DukeF.I would, thou hadst been son to some man else. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;
The world esteem'd thy father honourable,

From tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother :
But I did find him still mine enemy :

But heavenly Rosalind !

Thou shouldst have better pleas'à me with this deed,
Hadst thon descended from another house.

SCENE III.- A room in the palace.
But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth;

Enter Celia and Rosalin”.
I would, thou hadst told me of another father. Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid have mer-

(Lxeunt Duke Fred. Train, and Le Beau. cy!-- Not a word?
Cel. Were my father, coz, would I do this ? Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.
Orl. Iain more proud to be sir Rowland's son, Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away
Ilis youngest son;-and would not change that calling, upon curs, throw some of them at me; come, lame me
To be adopted heir to Frederick.

with reasons !
Ros. My father lov'd sir Rowland as his soul, Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up'; when the
And all the world was of my father's mind:

one should be lamed with reasons, and the other mad
Had I before known this young man his son,
I should have given him tcars unto entreaties,

Cel. But is all this for your father?
Ere he should thus kave ventur'd.

Ros. No, some of it for my child's father. O, how full
Cel. Gentle cousin,

of briars is this working-day world!
Lets go thank him, and encourage him!

Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in
My father's rough and envious disposition

holiday foolery; if we walk not in the trodden paths,
Sticks me at heart. --Sir, you have well deserv'd: our very petticoats will catch them.
If you do keep your promises in love,

Ros. I could shake them off my coat; these burs are
But justly, as you have exceeded promise,

in my heart.

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