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AUTOR, LENOX TILDEN FOUNDATIONS Orl. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks her. She is at the court, and no less beloved of with thein! What prodigal portion bave I spent, her uncle tban bis own daugbter ; and never two that I sbould come to such penury ?

ladies loved as they do. Oli. Know you where you are, Sirp

Oli. Where will the old duke live? Orl. O Sir, very well : here in yonr orchard. Cha. They say, he is already in the forest of Oli. Know you before whom, Sir ?

Arden, and a mary merry men with him ; aud Orl. Ay, better than be I am before kuows there they live like the old Robin Hood of me. I know, you are my eldest brother; and, England : they say, many young gentlemen flock in the gentle condition of blood, you should so lo bim every day; and fleet the time carelessly, know me : The courtesy of nations allows you as they did in the golden world. my better, in that you are the first-born ; but the What, you wrestle to-morrow before the sarne tradition takes not away iny blood, were new duke ? there twenty brothers betwixt us : | bave as Cha. Marry, do I, Sir; and I came to acmuch of my father in me, as you ; albeit, I con- quaint you with a matter. I am given, Sir, sefess, your coming before me is nearer to his re- cretly to understand, that your younger brother verence.

Orlando, hath a disposition to come in disguis'd Oli, Wbat, boy!

against me to try a fall : To-morrow, Sir, I Orl. Comne, come, elder brother, you are too wrestle for my credit ; and be that escapes me young in this,

without some broken limb, shall acquit him Oli. Wilt thou lay bands on me, villain ? well. Your brother is but young and tender;

Orl. I am no villain : • I am the youngest son and, for your love, I would be loath to foil bim, of Sir Rowland de Bois; he was my father; and as I must for my own honour, if he come in : he is thrice a villain, that says, such a father therefore, out of my love to you, I came hither begot villains : Wert thou not my brother, to acquaint you witbal; that either you might would not take this hand from thy throat, till stay bim from his intendinent, or brook such this other had pulled out thy tongue for saying disgrace well as he shall run into ; in that it is a so; thou hast railed on thyself.

thing of his own search, and altogether agaiost Adam. Sweet masters be patient ; for your my will. father's remembrance, be at accord.

Oli. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, Oli. Let me go, I say.

which thou sbalt bud I will most kindly requite. Orl. I will not, till i please : you shall hear had myself notice of my brother's purpose me. My fatber charged you in bis will to give herein, and have by underband means taboured me good education : you have trained me like a to dissuade him from it; but he is resolute. peasant, obscuring and hiding from me all gen-1'll tell thee, Charles,- it is the stubbornest ilemau-like qualities : the spirit of my father young fellow of France ; full of ambition, an grows strong in me, and I will no longer endure envious emulator of every mau's good parts, a it : therefore allow me such exercises as may secret and villanous contriver against me bis become a gentleman, or give me the poor natural brother; therefore use thy discretion ; allottery my father left me by testament; with I had as lief thou didst break bis neck as bis tbat I will go buy my fortunes.

tinger : And thou wert best look to't! for if Oli. And wbat wilt thou do? beg, when that thou dost bim any slight disgrace, or if he do is spent? Well, Sir, get you in : I will not long not mightily grace himself on tbee, he will pracbe troubled with you : you shall have some part tise against thee by poison, entrap thee by some of your will : I pray you, leave me.

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

other : for, I assure thee, and almost with tears Oli. Get you with him, you old dog,

I speak it, there is not one so young and so Adam. Is old dog my reward ? Most true, 'villanous this day living. I speak but brotherly have lost my teeth in your service.-God be of him ; but should I anatomize him to thee as with my old master! be would not have spoke he is, I must blush and weep, and thou must such a word. (Ereunt ORLANDO and ADAM. look pale and wonder.

Oli. Is it even so ? begin you to grow upon Cha. I am heartily glad I came bither to you: me? I will physic your rankness, and yet give if he come to-inorrow, I'll give him his payDo thousand crowns neither. Holla, Dennis ! ment: If ever he go alone again, I'll never

wrestle for prize more : And so, God keep your Enter DENNIS. worship!

(Erit. Den. Calls your worchip?

Oli. Farewell, good Charleg.--Now will I stir Oli. Was not Charles, the Duke's wrestler, bere this gamester : + I hope, I sball see an end of to speak with me?

him ; for my soul, yet I know not why, hates Den. So please you, he is here at the door, nothing more than be. Yet he's gentle ; never and importunes access to you.

schooled, and yet learned ; full of noble device : Oli. Call him in, (Exit Dennis.)-'Twill be of all sorts i enchantingly beloved ; and, indeed, a good way; and to-morrow the wrestling is. so mucb in the beart of the worid, and especially

of my own people, who best know him, that í Enter CHARLES.

am altogether misprised : but it shall not be so Cha. Good morrow to your worship.

long; this wrestler sball clear all : nothing reOli. Good monsieur Charles !--what's the new mains, but that I kindle the boy thither, which news at the new court ?

now I'll go about.

[Erit. Cha. There's no news at the court, Sir, but the old news: that is, the old duke is banished SCENE II.-A Laun before the DUKE'S by his younger brother the new duke ; and tbree

Palace. or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile with him, whose lands and re

Enter ROSALIND and CELIA. venues enrich the new duke; therefore he gives Cel. I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be then good leave to wander.

merry. Oli. Can you tell if Rosalind, the duke's Ros. Dear Celia, I show more mirth than 1 dangoter, be havished with her father.

am mistress of; and would you yet I were merCha. Oh! no ; for the duke's daughter, her rier ? Upless you could teach me to forget a cousin, so loves her,-being ever from their banished father, you must not learn me how to cradles bred together,-that she would have remember any extraordinary pleasure. followed her exile, or have died to stay bebind Cel. Herein, I see, tbou lovest me not with

the full weight that I love thee : if my uncle, • Villain is used in a double sense by Oliver for a worthless fellow, and by Orlando for a man of base ex- • Ardenne, a large forest in French Flanders. Uraction.

+ Frolicksome fellow.

of all renk

thy banish's father, bad banished thy uncle, the Cel. My father's love is enough to honour duke my tather, so thou hadst been still with me, him. Enough! speak to more of him : you'll I could have taught my love to take thy father be whipp'd for taxation, one of these days. for mine ; so woald'st thou, if the truth of tby Touch. The more pity, tbat fools may not love to me were so rigbteously tempered as mine speak wisely, what wise men do foolishly. is to thee.

Cel. By my troth, thou say'st true : for since Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my the little wit that fools bave was silenced, the estate, to rejoice in your's.

little foolery that wise men bave makes a great Cel. You know my father hath no child but 1, show. Here comes Monsieur Le Beau. nor none is like to have ; and, troly, wben be dies, thou shalt be bis beir : for what he hath

Enter L.E BEAU. taken away from thy father petforce, I will ren- Ros. With his mouth full of news. der tbee again in affection : by mine honour, I Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigecas feed will; and when I break that oath, let me turn their young. monster ; therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear Ros. Then shall we be news-cramm'd. Rose, be merry.

Cel. All the better; we shall be the more Ros. From henceforth I will, coz, and devise marketable. Bon jour, Monsieur Le Beau : sports: let me see ; Wbat think you of falling in What's the news? love?

Le Beau. Fair princess, you have lost wuch Cel. Marry, I pr’ytbee, do, to make sport good sport. witbal : but love no man in good earnest : nor Cel. Sport? of wbat colour? no further in sport neither, than with safety of Le Beau. What colour, madam ?. how shall I a pure blush thou may'st in honour come off answer you ! again.

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

Touch. Or the destinies decree. Cel. Shall we sit and mock the good house- Cel. Well said ; that was laid on with a wife, Fortune, from her wheel, that her gifts trowel. may benceforth be bestowed equally.

Zbuch. Nay, if I keep not my rauk, Ros. I would, we could do so ; for her bene. Ros. Tbou losest thy old smell. fits are mightily misplaced : and the bonntiful Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies; I would blind woman doth most mistake in her gifts to have told you of good wrestling, which you bave women.

lost the sight of. Cel. 'Tis true; for those that she makes Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. fair, she scarce makes honest; and those that

Le Beau. I will tell you the beginning, and she makes honest, she makes very ill-favour. if it please your fadyships, you may see the edly.

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


Le Beau. There comes an old man, and his Enter TOUCHSTONE.

three sons,-Cel. No? Wheu nature hath made a fair

Cel. I could match this beginning with an old

tale. creature, may she not by fortune fall into the ffre 9-Though uature hath given us wit to flout lent growth and presence ;

Le Beau, Three proper young men, of excelat fortune, hath not fortune sent in this fool to

Ros. With bills on their necks,-Be it knoter cut off the argument ?

unto all men by these presents. Ros. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for na

Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled ture; when fortune makes nature's natural the

with Charles, tbe duke's wrestler ; which cutter off of nature's wit. Cel. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work three of bis ribs, that there is little bope of life

Charles in a moment threw him, and broke neither, but nature's; who perceiving our ua in him

; so he served the second, and so the tural wits too dull to reason of such goddesses, third : 'Yonder they lie; the poor old pian, bath sent this natural for our whetstone : for their father, making such pitiful dole over always the dulness of fool is the whetstone them, that all the beholders take bis part with of his wits.-How now, wit? wbither wander

weeping. you ?

Ros. Alas! Touch. Mistress, you must come away to your

Touch. But what is the sport, monsieur, that father.

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

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

Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every day! to come for you.

it is the first time that ever I heard, breaking of Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool ?

ribs was sport for ladies. Touch. Of a certain kuight, that swore by his

Cel. Or 1, I promise thee. bonour they were good pancakes, and swore by his honour the mustard was naught : now, I'll broken music in his sides ? is there yet another

Ros. But is there any else longs to see this stand to it, the pancakes were naught, and the dotes upou rib-breaking ?-Shall we see this mustard was good; and yet was not the knight wrestling, cousin ? forsworn. Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap here is the place appointed for the wrestling, and

Le Beau. You must, if you stay bere ; for of your knowledge 1

Ros. Ay, inarry ; now uomuzzle your wisdom. they are ready to perform it.
Touch. Stand you both forth now: stroke

Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming : Let us your chins, and swear by your beards that I am

now stay and see it. a knave.

Flourish. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art. ORLANDO, CHARLES, and Attendants.

Touch. By my knavery if I had it, then I were : but if you swear by at that is not, you are not be entreated,

his own peril on his forwardness.

Duke F. Come on; since the youth will not forsworn : no more was the knight, swearing by his honour, for he never had any: or if he had,

Ros. Is yonder the man ! be bad sworn it away, before ever he saw those

Le Beau. Even be, madam.

Cel. Alas i he is too young : yet be looks sucpancakes or that mustard.

cessfully. Cel. Pr'ythee, who is't thou mean'st? Touch. One that old Frederick, your father, Satire.

+ Amuze here means to perplex loves.

01 confuse.


Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin ? | But I did find bin still mine enemy : are you crept bither to see the wrestling? Thou should'st have better pleas'd me with this Ros. Ay, my liege; so please you give us

deed, leave.

Hadst thou descended from another house. Duke. F. You will take little delight in it, I But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth ; can tell you, three is such odds in the inen : In I would thou hadst told me of another father. pity of the challenger's youth, I would fair dis

(Exeunt DUKE, FRED. Truin, and Le syade him, but he will not be entreated :

BEAU. Speak to him, ladies ; see if you can move Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do him.

this 3 Cel. Call him bither, good Monsieur Le Beau. Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's Duke F. Do so: I'll not be by.

son, (DUKE goes apart. His youngest son ;-and would not change that Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the prin

calling, cesses call for you.

To be adopted heir to Frederick. Orl. I attend them, with all respect and Ros. My father loved Sir Rowland as his duty.

soul, Ros. Young man, have you challenged Charles And all the world was of my father's mind : the wrestler 1

Had I before kuown this young man his son, Orl. No, fair princess; he is the general chal- ! should have given him tears unto entreaties, lenger: I come but in, as others do, to try with Ere he should ihus bave ventur'd. him the strength of my youth.

Cel. Gentle cousin, Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too Let us go thank him, and encourage him : bold for your years : You have seen cruel proof My fatber's rough and envious disposition of tbis nau's strength : if you saw yourself Sticks me at heart.--Sir, you have well deserv'd : with your eyes, or knew yourself with your If you do keep your promises in love, judgment, the fear of your adventure would But justly, as you have exceeded promise, counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We Your mistress shall be happy. pray you, for your own sake, to embrace Ros. Gentleman, your own safety, and give over ibis attempt.

(Giving him a chain from her neck. Ros. Do, young Sir; your reputation shall not Wear this for me ; one out of suils with fortherefore be misprized : we will make it our suit

tune ; + to the duke, that the wrestling miglit not go That could give more, but that her hand lacks forward.

means. Orl. I beseecb you, punish me not with your Shall we go, coz ? hard thougbls ; wherein I confess me much Cel. Ay ;-fare you well, fair gentleman. guilty, to deny so fair and excellent ladies any Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better ibing. But let your fair eyes, and gentle wishes,

parts go with me to my trial : wherein if I be foiled, Are all thrown down ; and that which bere there is but one sbained that was never gracious :

stands up, if killed, but one dead, that is willing to be so : Is but a quintain, I a mere lifeless block. I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have noue Ros. He calls us back : My pride fell with to lament me; the world no injury, for in it I

my fortunes : bave nothing ; only in the world | All up a l'll ask bim what he would :-Did you call, place, which may be better supplied wben i bave

Sir made it empty.

Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown Ros. The little strength that I have, I would More than your enemies. it were with you.

Cel. Will you go, coz? Cel. And mine, to eke out her's.

Ros. Have with you :-Fare you well. Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be de

(Exeunt RosALIND and CELIA. ceived in you !

Orl. What passion bangs these weigbts upou Cel. Your heart's desires be with you.

my tongue ? Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd confereuce. is so desirous to lie with bis mother earth?

Re-enter LE BEAU. Orl. Ready, Sir; but his will bath in it a more modest working.

O poor Orlando ! thou art overtbrown ; Duke F. You sball try but one fall.

Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. Cha. No, I warrant your grace ; you shall not Le Beau. Good Sir, I do in friendship couna entreat him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first.

To leave this place : Albeit, you have descrv'd Ort. You mean lo mock me after ; you should High commendation, true applause, and love ; not have mocked me before : but come your Yet such is now tbe duke's condition, ways.

Tbat be misconstrues all that you bave done. Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young The duke is humorous; wbat he is, indeed, man !

More suits you to conceive, than me to speak Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg.

Orl. I thank you, Sir; and, pray you, teil (CHARLES and ORLANDO wrestle.

me this ; Ros. O excellent youug man!

Which of the two was daughter of the duke Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, 1That bere was at the wrestling ? can tell who should down.

Le Beau. Neither bis daugbter, if we judge (CHARLES is thrown. Shout.

by manners ; Duke F. No more, no more.

But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter : Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet The other is daughter to the banish'a duke, well breathed.

And here detain'd by her usurping uncle, Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ?

To keep his daughter company; whose loves Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord.

Are dearer than the patural bond of sisters. Duke F. Bear bim away. (CHARLES is borne But I can tell you, that of late this duke out.) What is thy name, young man ?

Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece Orl. Orlando, my liege ; the youngest son of Grounded upon no other argument, Sir Rowland de Boís. Duke F. I wonld, thou badst been son to some man else.

• Appellation. + Turned out of ber service.

The object to dart at iu martin exercises. The world estrein'd iby father honourable,


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