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low of France; full of ambition, an envious emu Jator of every man's good parts, a secret and vilBainous contriver against me his natural brother; therefore use thy discretion; - I had as lief thon didst break: his neck as his finger : And thou were best look to't; for if thou-dost him any slight disgrace, or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee, he will practise against thee by poison, entrap thee by some treacherous device, and never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other: for, I assure thee, and almost with tears I speak it, there is not one so young and so villainous this day living. I speak but brotherly of him; but should I anatomize him to thee as he is, I must blush and weep, and thou must look pale and wonder. it

Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you: If he come to-morrow, I'll give him his payment: If ever he go alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize more: And so, God keep your Worship!**

[Exit. 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, hatës nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle; never schoold, 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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SOENE II. és
A Lawn before the Duke's Palace.

Enter ROSALIND and CELIA.

Cel. I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, bc merry.

Ros. Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of; and would you yét 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 ful 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 would'st 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, to rejoice in yours.

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 monster: therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry.

Ros. From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports: let me see; What think you of falling in love?

Cel. Marry, I pry'thee, do, to make sport withal: but love no man in good earnest; no further in sport neither, than with safety of

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a pure blush thou may'st in honour come off again,

Rosi What shall be our sport then?

Cel. Let us sit and mock the.good housewife, Fortune, from her wheel, that her gifts may hence. forth be bestowed equally.

Ros. I would, we could do 60; for her benefits. are' migheily misplaced : and the bountiful blind woman doch mosť, mistake in her gifts to womeil.

Cel. 'Tis true : for those, that she makes fair, she scarce makes honest; and those that she makes honest, she makes very ill-favour'dly.

+Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's of. fice to naturels : fortune reigns in gifts of the world , not in the liueaments of nature.

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Cel. No? When nature hath made a fair creature, may she not by fortune fall into the fire ?

Though nature hath giveu us wit to flout at fortune, hath not fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument? Ros. Sudeed, there is fortune too hard for

when fortalLe 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 wits too doll to reason of such goddesses, hash sent this natural for our whetstone: for always the dullness of the fooi is the whetstone of the wits. How now, wit? whither wander you?

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

Col. Were you made the messenger ?

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Touch. No, by mine honour; but I was bid to come for yoth,

Ros., Where learned you that oath, fool? Touch. Of a certain knight, that swore by his

were good pancakes, and swore by his honour the mustard was naught: now, I'll stand to it, the pancakes were naught, and the mustard was good; and yet was not the knight forsworn. Cel.

How prove you that, in the great heap of your knowlerige?

Ros. Ay, marry"; now unmuzzle your wisdom.

Touch. Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knaye.

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

Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were: but if you swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn: no more was this knight, swearing by his honour, for he never had any; or if he had, he had sworn it away, before ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard. Cel. Pr’ythee, who is't that thou meanest?

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 whip'd for taxarion, one of these days.

Touch. The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely, what wise men do foolishly.

Celo. 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.

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Enter LE Bear
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 decreo.
Cel. Well said; that was laid on with a trowel.
Touch. Nay, if I keep not này rank,
kos. Thou losest thy old smell.

Le Beau. You amaze me, Ladies : I would have told you of good wrestling, which you liave lost the sight of.

Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.

Le Beau. I will tell you the beginuing, 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.

the beginning, that is dead and buried.

Le Beau. There comes an old man, and three sons,

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 is known unto all mon by these presents,

Well,

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