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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 fhall we be news-cram'd.

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

Le Beu. Fair princess, you have loft much sport.

Cel. Sport? of what colour?

Le Beu. What colour, madam? how fhall I answer you? Rof. As wit and fortune will.

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 losest thy old smell.

Le Beu. You amaze me, ladies; I would have told you

good wrestling, which you have loft the fight 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.
Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale.

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

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 serv'd the fecond, 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.


Rof. Alas!

Clo. But what is the sport, monfieur, that the ladies have lost? Le Beu. Why, this that I speak of.

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 see it.


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

Duke. Come on, fince 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 fuccessfully.

Duke. How now, daughter and coufin? 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 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 princefs calls for you. Orla. I attend her with all refpect and duty.

Rof. Young man, have you challeng'd Charles the wrestler? Orla. No, fair princefs; he is the general challenger: I come but as others do, to try with him the ftrength of my youth.



Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your years: you have feen cruel proof of this man's ftrength. If you faw 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 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 fuit 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 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 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 supply'd when I have made it empty.

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 defires be with 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. Duke. You fhall try but one fall.

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 ftrong fellow by the leg! [they wrestle.

Rof. O excellent young man!

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


[bout. Duke.

Duke. No more, no more.

[Charles is thrown.

Orla. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet well breathed. Duke. How doft 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 fon of fir Rowland de Boys. Duke. I would, thou hadft been fon to fome man else; The world efteem'd thy father honourable,

But I did find him still mine enemy:

Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this deed,

Hadft thou defcended from another house.

But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth;

I would, thou hadft told me of another father.

[Exit Duke, with his train.


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

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

Cel. Gentle coufin,

Let us go thank him, and encourage him
My father's rough and envious difpofition

Sticks at my heart. Sir, you have well deserv'd :


you do keep your promises in love

But juftly, as you've here exceeded promise,

Your mistress fhall be happy.

Rof. Gentleman,

Wear this for me, one out of fuits with fortune,

That would give more, but that her hand lacks means.

Shall we go, coz?

[giving him a chain from her neck.

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Cel. Ay; fare you well, fair gentleman.

Orla. Can I not fay, I thank you? my better parts Are all thrown down; and that which here stands up Is but a quintain, a mere lifelefs 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. Rof. and Cel. Orla. What paffion hangs these weights upon my tongue ? I cannot speak to her; yet the urg'd conference.

Enter Le Beu.

O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown ;

Or Charles, or something weaker, mafters thee.
Lee Beu. Good fir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place: albeit you have deserv'd
High commendation, true applause, and love;
Yet fuch is now the duke's condition,

That he misconstrues all that you have done.
The duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,

More fuits 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 ufurping uncle
To keep his daughter company; whofe loves
Are dearer than the natural bond of fifters.
But I can tell you, that of late this duke
Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle neice,
Grounded upon no other argument,

But that the people praise her for her virtues,


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