Clo. But what is the Sport, Monfieur, that the ladies have loft?

Le Beu. Why this, that I fpeak of.

Clo. Thus men may grow wifer every day! It is

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Cel. Or I, I promise thee.

Rof. But is there any elfe longs to fee this broken mufick in is there yet another doats upon his f rib-breaking? Shall we fee this wrestling, Coufin? Le Beu. You must if you ftay 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 stay and fee it.

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Duke. Come on. Since the Youth will not be entreated, his own peril cn'his forwardness. Rof. Is yonder the man?

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darn sea tone. WARBURTON. If any change were neceffary Ifhould write, feel this broken mufick, for fee. But fee is the colloquial term for perception or experiment. So we say every

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day, fee if the water be hot; I will fee which is the best time; fhe has tried, and fees that the cannot lift it. In this fenfe fee may be here used. The fufferer can, with no propriety, be faid to fet the mufick; neither is the allufion to the act of tuning an inftrument, or pricking a tune, one of which must be meant by fetting mufick. Rofalind hints at a whimfical fimilitude between the series of ribs gradually fhortening, and fome mufical inftruments, and therefore calls broken ribs, broken mufick.

Le Beu

Le Beu. Even he, Mádam.

Cel. Alas, he is too young; yet he looks fuccefffully.

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Duke. How now, Daughter and Coufin; are you crept hither to fee 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 fuch odds in the men: in pity of the challenger's youth, I would feign 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. [Duke goes apart.
Le Beu. Monfieur the Challenger, the Princeffes
call for you.

Orla. I attend them with all respect and duty.
Rof. Young man, have you challeng'd Charles the
wrestler?

Orla. No, fair Princefs; he is the general challenger: I come but in, as others do, to try with him the strength of my youth.

-Cel. Young Gentleman, your fpirits are too bold for your years. You have feen cruel proof of this man's ftrength. If you faw yourself with your own eyes, or knew yourfelf with your judgment, the fear of your adventure would counfel you to a more equal enterprize. We pray you, for your own fake, to embrace your own fafety, and give over this attempt.

Rof. Do, young Sir; your reputation fhall not therefore be mifprifed. We will make it our fuit to the Duke, that the wrestling might not go forward.

Orla. 'I befeech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts, wherein I confefs me much guilty, to deny fo 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 afham'd that was never gracious; if kill'd, but one dead that is willing to be fo. I fhall do 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 fupplied when I have made it. empty.

Rof. The little ftrength that I have, I would it were with you.

Cel. And mine to eke out hers.

Rof. Fare you well. Pray heav'n, I be deceiv'd in

you.

Cel. Your heart's defire be with you!

Cha. Come, where is this young Gallant, that is fo defirous to lie with his mother earth?

Orla. Ready, Sir. But his Will hath in it a more modeft working.

Duke. You fhall try but one Fall.

Cha. No-I warrant your Grace; you fhall not entreat him to a fecond, that have fo mightily perfuaded him from a firft.

Orla. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mocked me 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 leg! [they wrestle.

Rof. O excellent young man!

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Cel.

Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who fhould down.

Duke. No more, no more.

[Shout. [Charles is thrown. Orla. Yes, I befeech your Grace. I am not yet well breathed.

Duke. How doft thou, Charles?

Le Beu. He cannot fpeak, my Lord. Duke. Bear him away.-What is thy name, young man?

The world efteem'd thy Father honourable,
But I did find him ftill mine enemy:

Orla. Orlando, my liege, the youngest fon of Sir Rowland de Boys.

Duke. I would, thou hadst been fon to fome man elfe!

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Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed, Hadft thou defcended from another House.

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But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth;' --I would thou hadft told me of another father. [Exit Duke, with his train.

SCENE

Manent Celia, Rofalind, Orlando.

Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this? Orla. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's fon, His youngest son, and would not change that calling To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Rof. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his foul, And all the world was of my father's mind: Had I before known this young man his fon, I fhould have giv'n him tears unto entreaties, Ere he should thus have ventur'd.

Cel. Gentle Coufin,

Let us go thank him and encourage him;

My father's rough and envious difpofition
Sticks me at heart. Sir, you have well deferv'd:

If you do keep your promises in love,
But juftly as you have exceeded all promise,
Your miftrefs fhall be happy.

Rof. Gentleman,

Wear this for me; one out of fuits with fortune 3,
That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.
-Shall we go, coz? [Giving him a Chain from her Neck.
Cel. Ay-Fare you well, fair gentleman.
Orla. Can I not fay, I thank you?-

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Are all thrown down; and that, which here ftands up,
Is but a quintaine, a meer lifeless block.

Rof. 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
More than your enemies.

Cel. Will you go, coz?.

Rof. Have with you-Fare you well.

[Exeunt Rofalind and Celia. Orla. What paffion hangs thefe weights upon my tongue?

I cannot speak to her; yet fhe urg'd conference.