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young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelesly, as they did in the golden world.
Oli. What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new Duke?
Cha. Marry, do I, Sir; and I came to acquaint you with a matter. I am given, Sir, secretly to understand, that your younger brother Orlando hath a disposition to come in disguis’d against me to try a fall; to-morrow, Sir, I wrestle for my credit; and he, that escapes me without some broken limb, shall acquit him well. Your brother is but young and tender, and for your love I would be loth to foil him ; as I must for mine own honour, if he come in; therefore out of my
love to you, I came hither to acquaint you withal; that either you might stay him from his intendment, or brook such disgrace well as he shall run into; in that it is a thing of his own search and altegether againit
Oli. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which thou shalt find, I will most kindly requite. I had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein, and have by under-hand means laboured to dissuade him from it ; but he is resolute. . I tell thee, Charles, he is the stubborneft young fellow of France; full of ambition, an envious emulator of every man's good parts, a fecret and villanous contriver against me his natural brother ; therefore use thy discretion; I had as lief thou didft break his neck, as his finger. And thou wert best look to't; for if thou doft him any fighe disgrace, or if he do not mightily grace himselt on thee, he will practise against thee by poison ; entrap thee by fome treacherous device; and never leave thee 'till he hath ta'en thy life by fome indirect means or other; for I affure thee, (and almoit with tears I-fpeak it) there is not one fo young and fo villanous this day hiving. I speak but brotherly of him ; but should I anatomize him to thee as he is, I must blush and weep, and thou must look pale and wonder.
Cha. I am heartily glad, I came hither to you: if he come to-morrow, I'll give him his payment; if ever
he go alone agair, I'll never wrestle for prize more : and lo, God keep your worship.
(Exit, Oli. Farewel, good Charles. Now will I fir this gamefter: I hope, I shall see an end of him ; for my loul, yet I know not why, hates nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle; never school'd, and yet learned; full of noble device, of all forts enchantingly beloved; and, indeed, so much in the heart of the world, and especially of my own people who, best know him, that I am altogether misprised. But it shall not be so, long; this wrestler shall clear all; nothing remains, but that I kindle the boy thither, which now I'll go about.[Exit.
SCENE changes to an Open Walk, before the
Entër Rofalind and Celia. Cel. Pray thee, Rofalind, sweet my coz, be merry.
Roj. Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of; and would you yet I were merrier ? unless you could teach me to forget a banill'd father, you must not learn me how to remember any, extraordinary pleasure.
Cel. Herein, I see, thou lov's me not with the full weight that I love thee. If my uncle, thy banished father, had banished thy uncle the Duke, my father, fo thou hadft been till with me, I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine; so would'it thoug if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously: tem, per’d, as mine is to thee.
Rol. Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, to rejoice in yours.
CélYou know, my father hath no child but I, nor none is like to have; and, truly, when he dies, thou Thalt be his heir; for what he hath taken away from thy father perforce, I will render theę again in affection ; by mine honour, I will; and when I break that oath, let me turn monster : therefore,, my fiveet Rose, my dear Rok, be merry.
* Rof. From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports : let me see, what think you of falling in love ?
Cel. Marry, I pr’ythee, do, to make sport withal; bat love no man in good earneft, nor no further in fport neither, than, with safety of, a pure blush chou, may'st in honour come off again. Rof. What shall be our sport then ?
Cel. Let us fit and mock the good housewife, forture: from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be beftowed equally.
Ref. I would, we could do fo; for her benefits are: mightily misplaced, and the bountiful blind waman. doth moft miitake in her gifts to women.
Cel. 'Tis true; for those, that the makes fair, the scarce makes honest; and those, that the makes honest, she makes
very ill-favoured. Rof. Nay, now thou goeft from fortune's office to nature's : fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in, the lineaments of nature.
Enter Clown Cel. No ;- when nature hath made a fair créature, may the not by fortune fall into the fire ? tho' nature hath given us wit to flout at fortune, hath not fortune: sent in this fool to cut off this argument ?
Rof. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for nature; when fortune makes nature's natural the cutter off of nature's wit.
Cel. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work neither, but nature's; who, perceiving our natural wits too dulle to reason of such goddesses, hath sent this natural for our whetstone : for, always the dulness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits. How now, wit, whither wander you?
Clo. Mistress,, you must come away to your father.
Rol. Where learned you that oath, fool ?
they were good pancakes, and swore by his honour the mustard was naught: now I'll stand to it, the pancakes were naught, and the mustard was good; and yet was not the Knight forsworn.
Cel. How prove you that in the great heap of your knowledge ?
Rof. Ay, marry; now unmuzzle your wisdom.
Clo. Stand you both forth now; stroke your chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave.
Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art.
Clo. By my knavery, if I had it, then l-were ; but if you fwear by that that is not, you are not forsworn; no more was this Knight swearing by his honour, for he never had any; or if he had, he had sworn it away, before ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard.
Cel. Pr'ythee, who is that thou mean'ft?
Cel. My father's love is enough to honour him enougl”; speak no more of him, you'll be whipt for taxation one of these days.
Cle. The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolithly.
Cel. By nis troth, thou fay'st true; for since the little wit that fools have was filenc'd, the little foolery that wile men have makes a great show: here comes Monfieur Le Beu.
Enter Le Beu.
Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed theis. young.
kif. Then shall we be news-cram'd.
(3) Clo. Ore, that old Frederick your fatber loves.
Pol. My father's live is enough to honour bim enough;] This reply to the Clozur is in all the books plac'd to Rosalind; but Frederick was aof her father, but Celia's : I have therefore ventur’d to prefix the game cf Celia. There is no countenance from any passage in the play, or from the Dramatis Perfond, to imagine, that both the brother-dukes were namesakes; and the one callid the old, ani the other the younger Federick; and, without some fuch authority, it would make confusion to fuppole ir,
Cel. All the better, we shall be the more marketable. Bonjour, Monfieur Le Beu; what news?
Le Beu. Fair Princess, you have loft much good sport.
Rof. As wit and fortune will.
Le Beu. You amaze me, Ladies ; I would have told you of good wrestling, which you have lost the fight of.
Rof. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.
Le Beu. I will tell you the beginning, and, if it please your. Ladyships, you may see the end, for the best is yet to do ; and here where you are, they are coming to perform it.
Cel. Well, the beginning that is dead and buried.
Le Beu. There comes an old man and his three fons,
Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale.
of excellent grow and presence ;
Rof. With bills on their necks : Be it known anto all. men by these presents,
Le Beu. The eldeit of the three wrestled with Charlis the Duke's wrestler; which Charles in a moment threw him, and broke three of his ribs, that there is little hope of life in him: so he ferv’d the second, and so the third: yonder they lie, the poor old man their father making such pitiful dole over them, that all the beholders take his part with weeping..,
Cio. But what is the sport, Monsieur, that the Ladies have lost?
Le Beu. Why this, that I speak of.
Clo. Thus men may grow wiser every day. the first time that ever I heard breaking of sibs ivas Sport for Ladies.