ness.

Duke F. Come on: since the youth will not be entreated, his own peril on his forward

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

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

165 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.

169 Duke F. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is such odds in the man: 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.

176

[Duke goes apart.] Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the princess calls for you.

Orl. I attend them with all respect and duty.

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

181 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.

184 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

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.

192 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.

196 Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts, wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny so fair and excellent ladies anything. 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 ; 202 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.

208 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!

213 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? 216

Orl. Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working Duke F. You shall try but one fall.

225

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.

228 [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.

232 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. What is thy name,

[Charles is borne out.] Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys.

240 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,

244 Hadst thou descended from another house. But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth: I would thou hadst told me of another father.

236

young man?

260

Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this? 248

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, 252 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 ventur'd. Cel.

Gentle cousin, 256 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 all 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

264 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.

268 Ros. He calls us back: my pride fell with my for

tunes; I'll ask him what he would. Did you call, sir? Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown 250 calling: name

255 unto: in addition to 258 envious: spiteful

59 Sticks heart: stabs me to the heart 261 But justly: as exactly promise: i.e., in wrestling

fortune; cf. n. 264 could: i.e., could find it in her heart 266 better parts: Se., his spirit and sense

means.

263 suits

280

More than your enemies.
Cel.

Will you go, coz? 272 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.

Enter Le Beau.
O poor Orlando, thou art overthrown!

276 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 High commendation, true applause and love, Yet such is now the duke's condition That he misconsters all that you have done. The duke is humorous: what he is indeed, More suits you to conceive than I to speak of. 284 Orl. I thank you, sir; and pray you, tell me

this; 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:

288 But yet, indeed the taller 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 292 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