Ros. Is yonder the man?
Le Beau. Even he, madam.

Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks successfully

Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin? are you crept hither to see the wrestling?

Ros. Ay, my liege; so please you give us leave.

Duke F. 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. Duke F. Do so; I'll not be by.

[Duke goes apart. Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the princesses call for you.

Orl. I attend them, with all respect and duty.

Ros. Young man, have you challenged Charles the wrestler?

Orl. 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 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

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if you saw yourself with your eyes, ar knew yourself with your judgment,] i. e. if you should use your own eyes to set, or your own judgment to know yourself, the fear of your adventure would comisel you, JOHNSOX.

to the duke, that the wrestling might noť 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 my friends no wrong, 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 inan!

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 ?
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 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 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 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 entreatics,
Ere he should thus have ventur'd.
Cel.

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 deserv’d:
If

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

Ros.

Gentleman,

[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, 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

fortunes:
I'll ask him what he would:-Did

?
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown
More than your enemies.
Cel.

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 urg'd 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 deserv’d

one out of suits with fortune;] Out of suits with fortune, I believe, means, turned out of her service, and stripped of her livery. STEEVENS.

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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;

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Which of the two was daughter of the duke
That here was at the wrestling?
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,
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!

Exit LE BEAU. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother: But heavenly Rosalind!

[Exit.

the duke's condition,] The word condition means character, temper, disposition.