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Ros. Is yonder the man?
Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks successfully
Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin? are you crept hither to see the wrestling?
Ros. Ay, my liege; so please you give us leave.
Duke F. 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 dissuade him, but he will not be entreated: Speak to him, ladies; see if you can move him.
Cel. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau. Duke F. Do so; I'll not be by.
[Duke goes apart. Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the princesses call for you.
Orl. I attend them, with all respect and duty.
Ros. Young man, have you challenged Charles the wrestler?
Orl. No, fair princess; 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 spirits are too bold for your years: You have seen cruel proof of this man's strength: if you saw yourself with your eyes, or knew yourself with your judgment, 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.
Ros. Do, young sir; your reputation shall not therefore be misprised: we will make it our suit
if you saw yourself with your eyes, ar knew yourself with your judgment,] i. e. if you should use your own eyes to set, or your own judgment to know yourself, the fear of your adventure would comisel you, JOHNSOX.
to the duke, that the wrestling might noť go forward.
Orl. 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 foiled, there is but one shamed that was never gracious; if killed, 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 supplied when I have made it empty.
Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it were with
you. Cel. And mine, to eke out hers. Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be deceived
Cel. Your heart's desires be with you.
Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth?
Orl. Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working
Duke F. 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.
Orl. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mocked me before: but come your ways.
Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young inan!
Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg.
[Charles and ORLANDO wrestle. Ros. O excellent young man!
Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down,
(CHARLES is thrown. Shout.
Duke F: No more, no more.
Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet
Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of sir
[Exeunt Duke Fred. Train, and LE BEAU.
. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
. I am more proud to be sir Rowland's son,
Ros. My father lov'd sir Rowland as his soul,
you do keep your promises in love,
that calling,] i. e. appellation; a very unusual, if not unprecedented sense of the word.
[Giving him a chain from her neck. Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune;? That could give more, but that her hand lacks
means. Shall we go, coz? Cel.
Ay:-Fare you well, fair gentleman, Orl. Can I not say, I thank you! My better
parts Are all thrown down; and that which here stands up, Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.) Ros. He calls us back: My pride fell with my
Will you go, coz?
[Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA. Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my
_tongue? I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.
Re-enter Le Beau. O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown; Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel
you To leave this place: Albeit you have deserv’d
one out of suits with fortune;] Out of suits with fortune, I believe, means, turned out of her service, and stripped of her livery. STEEVENS.
3 is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.) A quintain was a post or butt set up for several kinds of martial exercises, against which they threw their darts and exercised their arms. But all the commentators are at variance about this word, and have illustrated their opinions with cuts, for which we must refer the reader to the new edition, y vols. 8vo.
High commendation, true applause, and love;
Orl. I thank you, sir : and, pray you, tell me
Which of the two was daughter of the duke
Exit LE BEAU. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother: But heavenly Rosalind!
the duke's condition,] The word condition means character, temper, disposition.