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Enter Le Beu.
Rof. With his mouth full of news.
Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young.
Cel. All the better; we shall be the more marketable. Bon jour, monfieur le Beu; what news?
Le Beu. Fair princess, you have lost much sport.
Le Beu. What colour, madam? how fhall I answer you?
Clo. Or as the deftinies decree.
Cel. Well faid; that was lay'd on with a trowel.
Clo. Nay, if I keep not my rank
Rof. Thou loseft thy old smell.
Le Beu. You amaze me, ladies; I would have told you good wrestling, which you have loft the sight of.
Rof. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.
Le Beu. I will tell you the beginning, and, if it please your ladyfhips, you may fee the end, for the beft 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.
Rof. With bills on their necks: Be it known unto all men by thefe prefents.
Le Beu. The eldeft of the three wreftled 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: fo he ferv'd the second, and fo the third: yonder they lie; the poor old man, their father, making fuch pitiful dole over them, that all the beholders take his part, with weeping.
Clo. But what is the sport, monfieur, that the ladies have loft?
Clo. Thus men grow wifer every day. It is the first time that ever I heard, breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.
Cel. Or I, I promise thee.
Rof. But is there any elfe longs to fet this broken mufick in his fides? Is there yet another dotes upon rib-breaking? shall we fee this wrestling, coufin?
Le Beu. You muft, if you stay here, for here is the place appointed for the wrestling; and they are ready to perform it. Cel. Yonder, fure, they are coming: let us now ftay and fee it.
Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando, Charles,
Duke. Come on, fince the youth will not be entreated; his
Rof. Is yonder the man?
Le Beu. Even he, madam.
Cel. Alas, he is too young; yet he looks fuccefsfully.
Duke. How now, daughter and coufin? are you crept hither to see the wrestling?
Rof. Ay, my liege; fo pleafe you give us leave.
Duke. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is fuch odds in the men: in pity of the challenger's youth, I would fain diffuade him, but he will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies, fee if you can move him.
Cel. Call him hither, good monfieur Le Beu.
Duke. Do fo; I'll not be by.
Le Beu. Monfieur the challenger, the princess calls for you.
Rof. Young man, have you challeng'd Charles the wrestler?
AS YOU LIKE IT.
Cel. Young gentleman, your fpirits are too bold for your years: you have seen cruel proof of this man's strength. If you faw yourself with our eyes, or knew yourself with our jugdment, the fear of your adventure would counfel you to a more equal enterprise. We pray you, for your own fake, to embrace your own fafety, and give over this attempt.
Rof. Do, young fir; your reputation fhall not therefore be misprised; we will make it our suit to the duke that the wrestling might not go forward.
Orla. I befeech 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 foil'd, there is but one fham'd that was never gracious; if kill'd, but one dead that is willing to be fo: I fhall 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 fupply'd when I have made it empty.
Rof. The little ftrength that I have, I would it were with you.
Rof. Fare you well; pray heav'n, I be deceiv'd in you!
Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so defirous to lie with his mother earth?
Orla. Ready, fir; but his will hath in it a more modest working.
Cha. No, I warrant your grace, you shall not entreat him to a fecond, that have fo mightily perfuaded him from a first.
Orla. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mock'd before; but come your ways.
Rof. Now Hercules be thy fpeed, young man !
Cel. I would I were invifible, to catch the strong fellow by the [they wrefile.
Rof. O excellent young man!
Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should
Duke. No more, no more.
[Charles is thrown.
Orla. Yes, I befeech your grace; I am not yet well breathed.
Le Beu. He cannot speak, my lord.
Duke. Bear him away. What is thy name, young man?
But I did find him still mine enemy:
Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed,
I would, thou hadft told me of another father.
[Exit Duke, with his train.
Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
Rof. My father lov'd fir Rowland as his foul;
Cel. Gentle coufin,
Let us go thank him, and encourage him;
But juftly, as you've here exceeded promise,
Wear this for me, one out of fuits with fortune,
[giving him a chain from her neck.
Cel. Ay; fare you well, fair gentleman.
Orla. Can I not fay, I thank you? my better parts
Rof. He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes.
Cel. Will you go, coz?
Rof. Have with you: fare you well. [Exe. Rof. and Cel.
Enter Le Beu.
O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown;
That he misconftrues all that you have done.
Orla. I thank you, fir; and, pray you, tell me this;
Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners;