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Rof. With his mouth full of news.
Cel. All the better; we shall be the more marketable. Bon
Le Beu. Fair princess, you have lost much sport.
Le Beu. You amaze me, ladies; I would have told you of
Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.
Le Beu. I will tell you the beginning, and, if it please your
Cel. Well, the beginning that is dead and buried.
Rof. With bills on their necks: Be it known unto all men by
Le Beu. 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 serv'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.
YOU LIKE IT.
Clo. Thus mén 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.
Rof. But is there any else longs to set this broken mufick in his fides? is there yet another dotes upon rib-breaking? Thall we see this wrestling, cousin ?
Le Beu. 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,
Rof. Is yonder the man?
Duke. How now, daughter and cousin ? are you crept hither to see the wrestling ?
Rof: Ay, my liege ; fo please you give us leave.
Duke. 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 diffuade him, but he will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies, see if you can move him.
Cel. Call him hither, good monsieur Le Beu.
Orla. No, fair princess; he is the general challenger : I come but 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 our eyes, or knew yourself with our jugdment, 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.
Rof: 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.
Orla. 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 foild, there is but one Tham'd 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 fill up a place, which may be better supply'd when I have
made it empty
Rof. The little strength that I have, I would it were with you,
Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so desirous 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 second, that have so mightily persuaded 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 speed, young man !
. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg!
[they wrefile. Ros. 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.
Duke. I would, thou hadft been son to some man else;
[Exit Duke, with his train.
S CE N E VII.
Orla. I am most proud to be fir Rowland's son,
Ros. My father lov’d sir Rowland as his soul;
thank him, and encourage him;
Let us go
Cel. Ay; fare you well, fair gentleman.
Orla. Can I not say, I thank my
Rof. He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes.
Cel. Will you go, coz?
Orla. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?
Enter Le Beu.
Lee Beu. Good sir, I do in friendship counfel you
Orla. I thank you, fir; and, pray you, tell me this ;
Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners;