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almost with tears I speak it, there is not one so young

row, 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 teuder; and, for your love, I would be loth to foil him, as I must, for my own and villainous contriver man's good parts, a secret to't ; for if thou dost him any slight disgraci practise break his neck as his finger. And thou wert best look against thee by poison, entrap thee by some treacherous device, and never leave thee, till he hath ta'en thy life AS YOU LIKE IT.

Cha. Ono; for the new duke's daughter, her cousin, so loves her,-being ever from their cradles bred together, - that she would have followed her exile, or have died to stay behind her. She is at the court, and no less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter; and never two ladies loved as they do.

Oli. Where will the old duke live?

Cha. They say, he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England: they say, many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and let the time carelessly, 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 tou a matter.

I am given, sir, secretly to understand that your younger brother, Orlando, hath a disposition to come in disguised against me to try a fall. To mora honour, if he conie in: therefore, out of my love to you,

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 altogether against my will. thou shall find i will most kindls requite. I had notice of my brother's purpose herein, and have by underhand means laboured to dissuade liim from it ; but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, Charles, it bornest young fellow of France ; full of ambition, an envious emulator of therefore use thy discretion; I had as lief thou didst

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come to-morrow, I'll give him his payment il ever he go alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize more : And 10, God keep your worship !

Bait. Oli. Farewell, good Charles.- Now will I stir this gamester: I hope, I shall see an end of him; for my soul, 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 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.

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SCENB II.- A Lawn before the Duke's Palace.

Enter ROSALIND and CELIA.
Cel. I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.

Ros. Dear Celia, I shew more th than I am mistress of; and would you yet I were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished 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 banished father, had banished thy uncle, the duke my 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,

Cel. You know, my 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. From henceforth, I will, coz, and devise sports : et me see,-What think you of falling in love? Cel. Marry, I prythee, do, to make sport withal : but Ore no man in good earnest; nor no farther in sport neither, than with

safety of a pure blush thou may'st in honour come off again.

Nos. What shall be our sport then ?
Cel. Let us sit and mock the good h vusewife, Fortune

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AS YOU LIKE IT. from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally.

Ros. I would we could do so; for her benefits are mightily misplaced : and the bountiful blind woman doth most mistake in her gifts to women.

Cel. 'Tis true : for those that she makes fair, she scarce makes honest; and those that she makes bonest, 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 creature, 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, this is not fortune's work neither, but nature's; who, perceiving our natural uits too dull to reason of such goddesses, hath sent this natural for our whetstone: for always the dulness of the fool is the whetstone of his wits - How now, wit ? whither wander yon?

Touch. Mistress, you must come away to your father.

Cel. Were you made the messenger?
Touch. No, by mine honour; but I was bid to come

Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool! honour they were good pancakes, and swore by his

Touch. or a certain knight, that swore by his honour the mustard was naught: now, I'll stand to it: the pancakes were naught, and the mustasul was good;

Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap of your
Ros. Ay, marry; now unmuzzle your wisdom.

Touch. Stand you both forth now; stroke your ching, and swear by your beards that I am a knave.

Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou arl.

Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were : buf if you swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn no more was this knight, swearing hy his houour, for he never had any; or, if he had, he had sworn before ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard

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Cel. Pr's thee, 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 for 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.
Touch. Or as the destinies decree.
Cel. Well said ; that was laid on with a trowel.
Touch. Nay, if I keep not my rank,
Ros. Thou losest thy old smell.

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 Bcau. 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 Bons,

Cel. 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

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Duke. R. DO ; I'll not be by. (Duke goes

I come but in, as others do, to try with him the strength

third : Yonder they lie; the poor old man, their father's making such pitiful dole over them, that all the beholders take his part with weeping.

Ros. Alas!

Touch. But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies have lost ?

Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of.

Touch. Thus men mag 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. music in his sides ? is there yet another dotes upon rib

Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken 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 ?
Le Beau. Even he, madam.
Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin ? are you

Send Alas, he is too young: yet he looks successfulls. crept hither to see the wrestling?

Ros. Ay, my liege : so please you give us leave.

Duke . You will take little delight in it, I can tell challenger's youth, I would lain dissuade him, but be will not be entreated : Speak to him, ladies ; see if you can move him.

Cel. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau. apart.)

Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the princesses Orl. I attend them, with all respect and daty:

Ror. Young man, have you challenged Charles the wrestler ?

Orl. No, fair princess ; he is the general challenger:

call for you.

of my youth. Four years: You have seen cruel proof of this mad's. ocel, Young, gentleman, your spirits are too bold for

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