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Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man!

Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg.

[Cha. and Orl. 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 ?
Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord.

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

man else. The world esteemed thy father honorable, But I did find him still mine enemy. Thou shouldst have better pleased me with this deed, Hadst thou descended from another house. But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth ; I would thou hadst told me of another father.

[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,
To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Ros. My father loved 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,
Ere he should thus have ventured.

Gentle cousin,
Let us go thank him, and encourage him.
My father's rough and envious disposition
Sticks me at heart.-Sir, you have well deserved;

Thou thou descen: thou art

i Calling here means appellation; a very unusual if not unprecedented use of the word.

If you do keep your promises in love
But justly, as you have exceeded all promise,
Your mistress shall be happy.


[Giving him a chain from her neck. Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune ; 1 That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.Shall we go, coz? Cel.

Ay.-Fare you well, fair gentleman.
Orl. Can I not say, I thank you ? My better parts
Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up,
Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.
Ros. He calls us back; my pride fell with my

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

Will you go, coz?
Ros. Have with you.—Fare you well.

[Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my

tongue ?
I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference.

Re-enter LE BEAU.
O poor Orlando! Thou art overthrown;
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.

Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place. Albeit you have deserved
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 humorous; what he is, indeed,
More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of.

Orl. I thank you, sir ; and, pray you, tell me this:

1 Out of suits appears here to signify out of favor, discarded by fortune. To suit with anciently signified to agree with.

2 His better parts, i. e. his spirits or senses. A quintain was a figure set up for tilters to run at in mock resemblance of a tournament.

3 i. e. temper, disposition. Humorous is capricious.

Which of the two was daughter of the duke,
That here was at the wrestling?
Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by

But yet, indeed, the smaller is his daughter.
The other is daughter to the banished duke,
And here detained 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,
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,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
Orl. I rest much bounden to you ; fare you well!

[Ełu Le Beau. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother.But heavenly Rosalind!


SCENE III. A Room in the Palace.



Enter Celia and ROSALIND. : Why, cousin ; why, Rosalind ;—Cupid have mercy!--Not a word ?

Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs; throw some of them at 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 mad without any.

1 The old copy reads taller, which is evidently wrong. Pope altered it to shorter. The present reading is Malone's

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