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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.
Rof. Then shall we be news-cram’d.

Cel. All the better; we shall be the more marketable. Bon
jour, monsieur le Beu; what news ?

Le Beu. Fair princess, you have lost much sport.
Cel. Sport? of what colour ?
Le Beu. What colour, madam? how shall I answer you?
Rof. As wit and fortune will.
Clo. Or as the destinies decree.
Cel. Well said; that was lay'd on with a trowel.
Clo. Nay, if I keep not my rank
Rof. Thou losest thy old smell.

Le Beu. You amaze me, ladies; I would have told you of
good wrestling, which you have lost the fight of.

Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.

Le Beu. 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 Beu. There comes an old man and his three fons.
Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale.

Le Beu. Three proper young men, of excellent growth and
presence

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Rof. With bills on their necks: Be it known unto all men by
these presents.

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.

Ref:

YOU LIKE IT.
Rof. Alas!
Clo. But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies have lost?
Le Beu. Why, this that I speak of.

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.

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Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando, Charles,

and Attendants.
Duke. Come on, since the youth will not be entreated; his
own peril on his forwardness.

Rof. Is yonder the man?
Le Beu. Even he, madam.
Cel. Alas, he is too young; yet he looks successfully.

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.
Duke. Do fo; I'll not be by.
Le Beu. Monsieur the challenger, the princess calls for you,
Orle. I attend her with all respect and duty.
Ros; Young man, have you challeng’d Charles the wrestler ?

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

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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

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Rof. The little strength 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!
Orla. Your heart's desires be 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.
Duke. 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.

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 !
Cel

. 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 down.

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Duke. No more, no more.

[Charles is thrown.
Orla. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet well breathed.
Duke. How dost thou, Charles?
Le Beu. He cannot speak, my lord.
Duke. Bear him away. What is thy name, young man?
Orla. Orlando, my liege, the youngest son of fir Rowland de Boys.

Duke. I would, thou hadft been son to some man else;
The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
But I did find him still mine enemy:
Thou shouldst have better pleas’d me with this deed,
Hadst thou descended from another house.
But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth;
I would, thou hadst told me of another father.

[Exit Duke, with his train.

S CE N E VII.
Cel. Were I my father, coz; would I do this ?

Orla. I am most proud to be fir Rowland's son,
His youngest son; and would not change that calling
To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Ros. My father lov’d sir Rowland as his soul;
And all the world was of my father's mind:
Had I before known this young man his son,
I should have giv’n him tears unto entreaties,
Ere he should thus have ventur’d.
Cel. Gentle cousin,

thank him, and encourage him;
My father's rough and envious disposition
Sticks at my heart. Sir, you have well deserv’d:
If you do keep your promises in love
But justly, as you've here exceeded promise,
Your mistress shall be happy.

Rof. Gentleman,
Wear this for me, one out of suits with fortune,
That would give more, but that her hand lacks means.
Shall we go, coz?
[giving him a chain from her neck.

Cel.

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Cel. Ay; fare you well, fair gentleman.

Orla. Can I not say, I thank my
Are all thrown down; and that which here stands up
Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.

Rof. He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes.
I'll ask him what he would. Did you call, fir?
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown
More than your enemies.

Cel. Will you go, coz?
Rof. Have with you: fare you well, [Exe. Ros. and Cel.

Orla. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?
I cannot speak to her ; yet she urg'd conference.

Enter Le Beu.
O poor Orlando ! thou art overthrown;
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.

Lee Beu. Good sir, I do in friendship counfel you
To leave this place: albeit

you

have deferv'd
High commendation, true applause, and love;
Yet such is now the duke's condition,
That he misconstrues all that you have done.
The duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,
More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of.

Orla. I thank you, fir; and, pray you, tell me this ;
Which of the two was daughter of the duke,
That here were at the wrestling?

Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners;
But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter;
The other's daughter to the banish'd duke,
And here detain'd by her usurping uncle
To keep his daughter company; whose loves
Are dearer than the natural bond of fifters.
But I can tell you, that of late this duke
Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainft his gentle neice,
Grounded upon no other argument,
But that the people praise her for her virtues,

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