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my soul, yet I know not why, hates nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle; never school'd, and yet learn’d; full of noble device; of all sorts * 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 II.-A Lawn before the Duke's Palace.
Enter ROSALIND and Celia.
Ros. Dear Celia, I shew more mirth than I am mistress of; and would you yet I were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd father, you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure.
Cel. Herein, I see thou lovest me not with the full weight that I love thee : if my uncle, thy banish'd father, had banish'd thy uncle, the duke thy father, so thou hadst been still with me, I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine; so wouldst thou, if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously temper'd as mine is to thee.
Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, to rejoice in yours.
Cel. You know, ny father hath no child but I, nor none is like to have; and, truly, when he dies, thou shalt be his heir : for what he hath taken away from thy father perforce, I will render thee again in affection; by mine honour, I will; and when I break that oath, let me_turn monster: therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry.
Ros. Froin henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports : let me see; What think you of falling in love?
Cel. Marry, I pry’thee, do, to make sport with all : but love no man in good earnest; nor no further in sport neither, than with safety of a pure blash thou may'st in honour come off again,
Ros. What shall be our sport then ?
Cel. Let us sit and mock the good housewife, Fortune, from her wheel, that her gifts piay henceforth be bestow'd equally,
Ros. I would, we could do so ; for her benefits are mightily misplaced : and the bountiful blind woman doth mistake in her gifts to women.
Cel. 'Tis true : for those, that she makes fair, she scarce makes honest; and those that she makes ho. nest, she makes very ill-favour'dly.
Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's office to nature's : fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of nature.
Enter TouchSTONE. Cel. No? When nature hath made a fair crea. ture may she not by fortune fall into the fire ? Though nature hath given us wit to flout at fortune, hath not fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument ?
Ros. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for nature; when fortune makes nature's natural the cutter off of nature's wit.
Cel. Peradventure, wus is not fortune's work nei.
Touch. No, by mine honour; but I was bid to
Touch. Of a certain knight, that swore by his honour 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?
Ros. Ay, marry; now unmuzzle your wisdom.
Touch. 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. *Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were : but if you swear 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't that thou mean'st?
Touch. One that old Frederick, your father loves.
Cel. My father's love is enough to honour him. Enough! Speak no more of him; you'll be whipp'd fur taxation, one of these days.
Touch. The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely,
what wise men do foolishly. Cel. By my troth, thou say'st true : for since the little wit, that fools have, was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have, makes a great show. Here comes monsieur Le Beau.
Enter LE BEAU. Ros. With his mouth full of news.
Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young
Ros. Then shall we be news-cramm'd.
Cel. All the better; we shall be the more marketable. Bon jour, monsieur le Beau : What's the news?
Le Beau. Fair princess, you have lost much good sport.
Cel. Sport? Of what colour?
Le Beau. What colour, madam ? How shall I answer you?
Ros. As wit and fortune will.
Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies: I would have told you of good wrestling, which you have lost the sight of.
Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.
Le Beau. 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 Beau. There comes an old man, and his three sons,
Cet. I could match this beginning with an old tale.
Le Beau. Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence;
Ros. With bills on their necks,–Be it known unto all men by these presents,
Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles, 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 served the second, and so the third : yonder they lie; the poor old inan, their father, making such pitiful dole over thein, that all the beholders take his part with weeping,
Touch. But what is the sport, Monsieur, that the ladies have lost?
Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of.
Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every day! It is the first time that ever I heard, breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.
Cel. Or I, I promise thee.
Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken music in his sides? Is there yet another dotes upon rib-breaking ?--Shall we see this wrestling, cousin ?
Le Beau. You must, if you stay here; for here is the place appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to perform it.
Cel. Yonder sure, they are coming : let us now stay and see it. Flourish.-Enter Duke FredERICK, LORDS,ORLANDO,
CHARLES, and Attendants. Duke F. Come on ; since the youth will not be entreated, his own peril on his forwardness.
Ros. Is yonder the man ?
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 leaye.
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 Beuu. 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 chal
lenger: 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 ot your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, lo embrace your own safety, and give over this attempt.
Ros. Do, yoang. Sir; your reputation shall not therefore be misprised : we will make it our suit to the duke, that the wrestling might not go forward.
Orl. I beseech you, puvish me not with your hard thoughts; wherein I confess ine much guilty, to deny so fair and excellen ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to my trial : wherein if I be foil'd, there is but one shamed that was never gracious; if kill'd, 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 till 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 weli. 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 mock'd 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. (Charles and Orlando wrestle.
Ros. O excellent young man !
Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, 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.