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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
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 persuaded him from a first.
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 ?
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
The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
[Exeunt Duke FRED. Train, 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
father's mind :
[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
Shall we go, coz?
Ay:--Fare you well, fair gentleman,
Will you go, coz? Ros. Have with you :
well. [Ereunt RosALIND and CELIA.
9 Turned out of her service.
Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my
tongue? I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.
Re-enter LE BEAU.
O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown;
Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
Orl. I thank you, sir: and, pray you, tell me this;
upon no other
2 Temper, disposition,
Hereafter, 'in a better world than this,
[Exit LE BEAU.
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,