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Reference: Q3v - Comedies, p. 186

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As you like it.

Lords haue put themselues into voluntary exile with

him, whose lands and reuenues enrich the new Duke,

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therefore he giues them good leaue to wander.

Oli.

Can you tell if Rosalind the Dukes daughter bee

banished with her Father?

Cha.

O no; for the Dukes daughter her Cosen so

loues her, being euer from their Cradles bred together,

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that hee would haue followed her exile, or haue died to

stay behind her; she is at the Court, and no lesse beloued

of her Vncle, then his owne daughter, and neuer two La­

dies loued as they doe.

Oli.

Where will the old Duke liue?

Cha.
[110]

They say hee is already in the Forrest of Arden,

and a many merry men with him; and there they liue

like the old Robin Hood of England: they say many yong

Gentlemen flocke to him euery day, and fleet the time

carelesly as they did in the golden world.

Oli.
[115]

What, you wrastle to morrow before the new

Duke.

Cha.

Marry doe I sir: and I came to acquaint you

with a matter: I am giuen sir secretly to vnderstand, that

your yonger brother Orlando hath a disposition to come

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in disguis'd against mee to try a fall: to morrow sir I

wrastle for my credit, and hee that escapes me without

some broken limbe, shall acquit him well: your brother

is but young and tender, and for your loue I would bee

loth to foyle him, as I must for my owne honour if hee

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come in: therefore out of my loue to you, I came hither

to acquaint you withall, that either you might stay him

from his intendment, or brooke such disgrace well as he

shall runne into, in that it is a thing of his owne search,

and altogether against my will.

Oli.
[130]

Charles, I thanke thee for thy loue to me, which

thou shalt finde I will most kindly requite: I had my

selfe notice of my Brothers purpose heerein, and haue by

vnder‑hand meanes laboured to disswade him from it;

but he is resolute. Ile tell thee Charles, it is the stubbor­

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nest yong fellow of France, full of ambition, an enuious

emulator of euery mans good parts, a secret & villanous

contriuer against mee his naturall brother: therefore vse

thy discretion, I had as liefe thou didst breake his necke

as his finger. And thou wert best looke to't; for if thou A large stain slightly obscures many letters on this page.

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dost him any slight disgrace, or if hee doe not mightilie

grace himselfe on thee, hee will practise against thee by

poyson, entrap thee by some treacherous deuise, and ne­

uer leaue thee till he h th tane thy life by some indirect

meanes or other: for I assure thee, (and almost with

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teares I speake it) there is not one so young, and so vil­

lanous this day liuing. I speake but brotherly of him,

but should I anathomize him to thee, as hee is, I must

blush, and weepe, and thou must looke pale and

wonder.

Cha.
[150]

I am heartily glad I came hither to you: if hee

come to morrow, Ile giue him his payment: if euer hee

goe alone againe, Ile neuer wrastle for prize more: and

so God keepe your worship.

Exit.

Farewell good Charles. Now will I stirre this Game­

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ster: I hope I shall see an end of him; for my soule (yet

I know not why) hates nothing more then he: yet hee's

gentle, neuer school'd, and yet learned, full of noble

deuise, of all sorts enchantingly beloued, and indeed

so much in the heart of the world, and especially of my

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owne people, who best know him, that I am altogether

misprised: but it shall not be so long, this wrastler shall

cleare all: nothing remaines, but that I kindle the boy

thither, which now Ile goe about.

Exit.

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Scœna Secunda. [Act 1, Scene 2] Enter Rosalind, and Cellia. Cel.

I pray thee Rosalind, sweet my Coz, be merry.

Ros.
[165]

Deere Cellia; I show more mirth then I am mi­

stresse of, and would you yet were merrier: vnlesse you

could teach me to forget a banished father, you must not

learne mee how to remember any extraordinary plea­

sure.

Cel.
[170]

Heerein I see thou lou'st mee not with the full

waight that I loue thee; if my Vncle thy banished father

had banished thy Vncle the Duke my Father, so thou

hadst beene still with mee, I could haue taught my loue

to take thy father for mine; so wouldst thou, if the truth

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of thy loue to me were so righteously temper'd, as mine

is to thee.

Ros.

Well, I will forget the condition of my estate,

to reioyce in yours.

Cel.

You know my Father hath no childe, but I, nor

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none is like o haue; and truely when he dies, thou shalt

be his heire; for what hee hath taken away from thy fa­

ther perforce, I will render thee againe in affection: by

mine honor I will, and when I breake that oath, let mee

turne monster: therefore my sweet Rose, my deare Rose,

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be merry.

Ros.

From henceforth I will Coz, and deuise sports:

let me see, what thinke you of falling in Loue?

Cel.

Marry I prethee doe, to make sport withall: but

loue no man in good earnest, nor no further in sport ney­

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ther, then with safety of a pure blush, thou maist in ho­

nor come off againe.

Ros.

What shall be our sport then?

Cel.

Let vs sit and mocke the good houswife For­ tune from her wheele, that her gifts may henceforth bee

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bestowed equally.

Ros.

I would wee could doe so: for her benefits are

mightily misplaced, and the bountifull blinde woman

doth most mistake in her gifts to women.

Cel.

Tis true, for those that she makes faire, she scarce

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makes honest, & those that she makes honest, she makes

very illfauouredly.

Ros.

Nay now thou goest from Fortunes office to Na­

tures: Fortune reignes in gifts of the world, not in the

lineaments of Nature.

Enter Clowne. Cel.
[205]

No; when Nature hath made a faire creature,

may she not by Fortune fall into the fire? though nature

hath giuen vs wit to flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune

sent in this foole to cut off the argument?

Ros.

Indeed there is fortune too hard for nature, when

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fortune makes natures naturall, the cutter off of natures

witte.

Cel.

Peraduenture this is not Fortunes work neither,

but Natures, who perceiueth our naturall wits too dull

to reason of such goddesses, hath sent this Naturall for

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our whetstone. for alwaies the dulnesse of the foole, is

the whetstone of the wits. How now Witte, whether

wander you ?

Clow.

Mistresse, you must come away to your father.

Cel.

Were you made the messenger ?

Clo.
[220]

No by mine honor, but I was bid to come for you

Ros.

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Scœna Secunda. [Act 1, Scene 2] Enter Rosalind, and Cellia. Cel.

I pray thee Rosalind, sweet my Coz, be merry.

Ros.
[165]

Deere Cellia; I show more mirth then I am mi­

stresse of, and would you yet were merrier: vnlesse you

could teach me to forget a banished father, you must not

learne mee how to remember any extraordinary plea­

sure.

Cel.
[170]

Heerein I see thou lou'st mee not with the full

waight that I loue thee; if my Vncle thy banished father

had banished thy Vncle the Duke my Father, so thou

hadst beene still with mee, I could haue taught my loue

to take thy father for mine; so wouldst thou, if the truth

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of thy loue to me were so righteously temper'd, as mine

is to thee.

Ros.

Well, I will forget the condition of my estate,

to reioyce in yours.

Cel.

You know my Father hath no childe, but I, nor

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none is like o haue; and truely when he dies, thou shalt

be his heire; for what hee hath taken away from thy fa­

ther perforce, I will render thee againe in affection: by

mine honor I will, and when I breake that oath, let mee

turne monster: therefore my sweet Rose, my deare Rose,

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be merry.

Ros.

From henceforth I will Coz, and deuise sports:

let me see, what thinke you of falling in Loue?

Cel.

Marry I prethee doe, to make sport withall: but

loue no man in good earnest, nor no further in sport ney­

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ther, then with safety of a pure blush, thou maist in ho­

nor come off againe.

Ros.

What shall be our sport then?

Cel.

Let vs sit and mocke the good houswife For­ tune from her wheele, that her gifts may henceforth bee

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bestowed equally.

Ros.

I would wee could doe so: for her benefits are

mightily misplaced, and the bountifull blinde woman

doth most mistake in her gifts to women.

Cel.

Tis true, for those that she makes faire, she scarce

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makes honest, & those that she makes honest, she makes

very illfauouredly.

Ros.

Nay now thou goest from Fortunes office to Na­

tures: Fortune reignes in gifts of the world, not in the

lineaments of Nature.

Enter Clowne. Cel.
[205]

No; when Nature hath made a faire creature,

may she not by Fortune fall into the fire? though nature

hath giuen vs wit to flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune

sent in this foole to cut off the argument?

Ros.

Indeed there is fortune too hard for nature, when

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fortune makes natures naturall, the cutter off of natures

witte.

Cel.

Peraduenture this is not Fortunes work neither,

but Natures, who perceiueth our naturall wits too dull

to reason of such goddesses, hath sent this Naturall for

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our whetstone. for alwaies the dulnesse of the foole, is

the whetstone of the wits. How now Witte, whether

wander you ?

Clow.

Mistresse, you must come away to your father.

Cel.

Were you made the messenger ?

Clo.
[220]

No by mine honor, but I was bid to come for you

Ros.

Where learned you that oath foole?

Clo.

Of a certaine Knight, that swore by his Honour

they were good Pan‑cakes, and swore by his Honor the

Mustard was naught: Now Ile stand to it, the Pancakes

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were naught, and the Mustard was good, and yet was

not the Knight forsworne.

Cel.

How proue you that in the great heape of your

knowledge?

Ros.

I marry, now vnmuzzle your wisedome.

Clo.
[230]

Stand you both forth now: stroke your chinnes,

and sweare by your beards that I am a knaue.

Cel.

By our beards (if we had them) thou art.

Clo.

By my knauerie (if I had it) then I were: but if

you sweare by that that is not, you are not forsworn: no

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more was this knight swearing by his Honor, for he ne­

uer had anie; or if he had, he had sworne it away, before

euer he saw those Pancakes, or that Mustard.

Cel.

Prethee, who is't that thou means't?

Clo.

One that old Fredericke your Father loues.

Ros.
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My Fathers loue is enough to honor him enough;

speake no more of him, you'l be whipt for taxation one

of these daies.

Clo.

The more pittie that fooles may not speak wise­

ly, what Wisemen do foolishly.

Cel.
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By my troth thou saiest true: For, since the little

wit that fooles haue was silenced, the little foolerie that

wise men haue makes a great shew; Heere comes Mon­

sieur the Beu.

Enter le Beau. Ros.

With his mouth full of newes.

Cel.
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Which he vvill put on vs, as Pigeons feed their

young.

Ros.

Then shal we be newes‑cram'd.

Cel.

All the better: we shalbe the more Marketable.

Boon‑iour Monsieur le Beu, what's the newes?

Le Beu.
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Faire Princesse,

you haue lost much good sport.

Cel.

Sport: of what colour?

Le Beu.

What colour Madame? How shall I aun­

swer you?

Ros.
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As wit and fortune will.

Clo.

Or as the destinies decrees.

Cel.

Well said, that was laid on with a trowell.

Clo.

Nay, if I keepe not my ranke.

Ros.

Thou loosest thy old smell.

Le Beu.
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You amaze me Ladies: I would haue told

you of good wrastling, which you haue lost the sight of.

Ros.

Yet tell vs the manner of the Wrastling.

Le Beu.

I wil tell you the beginning: and if it please

your Ladiships, you may see the end, for the best is yet

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to doe, and heere where you are, they are comming to

performe it.

Cel.

Well, the beginning that is dead and buried.

Le Beu.

There comes an old man, and his three sons.

Cel.

I could match this beginning with an old tale.

Le Beu.
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Three proper yong men, of excellent growth

and presence.

Ros.

With bils on their neckes: Be it knowne vnto

all men by these presents.

Le Beu.

The eldest of the three, wrastled with Charles

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the Dukes Wrastler, which Charles in a moment threw

him, and broke three of his ribbes, that there is little

hope of life in him: So he seru'd the second, and so the

third: yonder they lie, the poore old man their Father,

making such pittiful dole ouer them, that all the behold­

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ders take his part with weeping.

Ros.

Alas.

Clo.

But what is the sport Monsieur, that the Ladies

haue lost?

Le Beu.

Why this that I speake of.

Clo.
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Thus men may grow wiser euery day. It is the

first time that euer I heard breaking of ribbes was sport

for Ladies.

Cel.

Or I, I promise thee.

Ros.

But is there any else longs to see this broken

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Musicke in his sides? Is there yet another doates vpon

rib‑breaking? Shall we see this wrastling Cosin?

Le Beu.

You must if you stay heere, for heere is the

place appointed for the wrastling, and they are ready to

performe it.

Cel.
[300]

Yonder sure they are comming. Let vs now stay

and see it.

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

Come on, since the youth will not be intreated

His owne perill on his forwardnesse.

Ros.

Is yonder the man ?

Le Beu.
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Euen he, Madam.

Cel.

Alas, he is too yong: yet he looks successefully

Du.

How now daughter, and Cousin:

Are you crept hither to see the wrastling?

Ros.

I my Liege, so please you giue vs leaue.

Du.
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You wil take little delight in it, I can tell you

there is such oddes in the man: In pitie of the challen­

gers youth, I would faine disswade him, but he will not

bee entreated. Speake to him Ladies, see if you can

mooue him.

Cel.
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Call him hether good Monsieuer Le Beu.

Duke.

Do so: Ile not be by.

Le Beu.

Monsieur the Challenger, the Princesse cals

for you.

Orl.

I attend them with all respect and dutie.

Ros.
[320]

Young man, haue you challeng'd Charles the

Wrastler?

Orl.

No faire Princesse: he is the generall challenger,

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

of my youth.

Cel.
[325]

Yong Gentleman, your spirits are too bold for

your yeares: you haue seene cruell proofe of this mans

strength, if you saw your selfe with your eies, or knew

your selfe with your iudgment, the feare of your aduen­

ture would counsel you to a more equall enterprise. We

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pray you for your owne sake to embrace your own safe­

tie, and giue ouer this attempt.

Ros.

Do yong Sir, your reputation shall not therefore

be misprised: we wil make it our suite to the Duke, that

the wrastling might not go forward.

Orl.
[335]

I beseech you, punish mee not with your harde

thoughts, wherein I confesse me much guiltie to denie

so faire and excellent Ladies anie thing. But let your

faire eies, and gentle wishes go with mee to my triall;

wherein if I bee foil'd, there is but one sham'd that vvas

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neuer gracious: if kil'd, but one dead that is willing to

be so: I shall do my friends no wrong, for I haue none to

lament me: the world no iniurie, for in it I haue nothing:

onely in the world I fil vp a place, which may bee better

supplied, when I haue made it emptie.

Ros.
[345]

The little strength that I A tear in the page partially obscures these letters. haue, I would it vvere

with you.

Cel.

And mine to eeke out hers.

Ros.

Fare you well: praie heauen I be deceiu'd in you.

Cel.

Your hearts desires be with you.

Char.
[350]

Come, where is this yong gallant, that is so

desirous to lie with his mother earth ?

Orl.

Readie Sir, but his will hath in it a more modest

working.

Duk.

You shall trie but one fall.

Cha.
[355]

No, I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat

him to a second, that haue so mightilie perswaded him

from a first.

Orl.

You meane to mocke me after: you should not

haue mockt me before: but come your waies.

Ros.
[360]

Now Hercules, be thy speede yong man.

Cel.

I would I were inuisible, to catch the strong fel­

low by the legge.

Wrastle. Ros.

Oh excellent yong man.

Cel.

If I had a thunderbolt in mine eie, I can tell who

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should downe.

Shout. Duk.

No more, no more.

Orl.

Yes I beseech your Grace, I am not yet well

breath'd.

Duk. How do'st thou Charles? Le Beu.
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He cannot speake my Lord.
Duk. Beare him awaie: What is thy name yong man? Orl.

Orlando my Liege, the yongest sonne of Sir Ro­ land de Boys .

Duk.
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I would thou hadst beene son to some man else, The world esteem'd thy father honourable, But I did finde him still mine enemie: Thou should'st haue better pleas'd me with this deede, Hadst thou descended from another house:
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But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth, I would thou had'st told me of another Father.
Exit Duke. Cel. Were I my Father (Coze) would I do this? Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rolands sonne, His yongest sonne, and would not change that calling
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To be adopted heire to Fredricke.
Ros. My Father lou'd Sir Roland as his soule, And all the world was of my Fathers minde, Had I before knowne this yong man his sonne, I should haue giuen him teares vnto entreaties,
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Ere he should thus haue venture'd.
Cel. Gentle Cosen, Let vs goe thanke him, and encourage him: My Fathers rough and enuious disposition Sticks me at heart: Sir, you haue well deseru'd,
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If you doe keepe your promises in loue; But iustly as you haue exceeded all promise, Your Mistris shall be happie.
Ros. Gentleman, Weare this for me: one out of suites with fortune
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That could giue more, but that her hand lacks meanes. Shall we goe Coze?
Cel. I: fare you well faire Gentleman. Orl. Can I not say, I thanke you? My better parts Are all throwne downe, and that which here stands vp
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Is but a quintine, a meere liuelesse blocke.
Ros. He cals vs back: my pride fell with my fortunes, Ile aske him what e would: Did you call Sir? Sir, you haue wrastle well, and ouerthrowne More then your enemi s. Cel.
[410]
Will you goe Coze ?
Ros. Haue with you fare you well. Exit. Orl. What passion hangs these waights vpōvpon my toong? I cannot speake to her, yet she vrg'd conference. Enter Le Beu. O poore Orlando! thou art ouerthrowne An inkblot partially obscures the middle of this word.
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Or Charles, or something weaker masters thee.
Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsaile you Te To leaue this place; Albeit you haue deseru'd High commendation, true applause, and loue; Yet such is now the Dukes condition,
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That he misconsters all that you haue done: The Duke is humorous, what he is indeede More suites you to conceiue, then I to speake of.
Orl. I thanke you Sir; and pray you tell me this, Which of the two was daughter of the Duke,
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That here was at the Wrastling?
Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we iudge by manners, But yet indeede the taller is his daughter, The other is daughter to the banish'd Duke, And here detain'd by her vsurping Vncle
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To keepe his daughter companie, whose loues Are deerer then the naturall bond of Sisters: But I can tell you, that of late this Duke Hath tane displeasure 'gainst his gentle Neece, Ground vpon no other argument,
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But that the people praise her for her vertues, And pittie her, for her good Fathers sake; And on my life his malice 'gainst the Lady Will sodainly breake forth: Sir, fare you well, Hereafter in a better world then this,
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I shall desire more loue and knowledge of you.
Orl. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well. Thus must I from the smoake into the smother, From tyrant Duke, vnto a tyrant Brother. But heauenly Rosaline. Exit.
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="199">Tis true, for those that she makes faire, she scarce
      <lb n="200"/>makes honest, &amp; those that she makes honest, she makes
      <lb n="201"/>very illfauouredly.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="202">Nay now thou goest from Fortunes office to Na­
      <lb n="203"/>tures: Fortune reignes in gifts of the world, not in the
      <lb n="204"/>lineaments of Nature.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Clowne.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="205">No; when Nature hath made a faire creature,
      <lb n="206"/>may she not by Fortune fall into the fire? though nature
      <lb n="207"/>hath giuen vs wit to flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune
      <lb n="208"/>sent in this foole to cut off the argument?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="209">Indeed there is fortune too hard for nature, when
      <lb n="210"/>fortune makes natures naturall, the cutter off of natures
      <lb n="211"/>witte.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="212">Peraduenture this is not Fortunes work neither,
      <lb n="213"/>but Natures, who perceiueth our naturall wits too dull
      <lb n="214"/>to reason of such goddesses, hath sent this Naturall for
      <lb n="215"/>our whetstone. for alwaies the dulnesse of the foole, is
      <lb n="216"/>the whetstone of the wits. How now Witte, whether
      <lb n="217"/>wander you<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clow.</speaker>
      <p n="218">Mistresse, you must come away to your father.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="219">Were you made the messenger<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="220">No by mine honor, but I was bid to come for you</p>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0207-0.jpg" n="187"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="221">Where learned you that oath foole?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="222">Of a certaine Knight, that swore by his Honour
      <lb n="223"/>they were good Pan‑cakes, and swore by his Honor the
      <lb n="224"/>Mustard was naught: Now Ile stand to it, the Pancakes
      <lb n="225"/>were naught, and the Mustard was good, and yet was
      <lb n="226"/>not the Knight forsworne.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="227">How proue you that in the great heape of your
      <lb n="228"/>knowledge?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="229">I marry, now vnmuzzle your wisedome.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="230">Stand you both forth now: stroke your chinnes,
      <lb n="231"/>and sweare by your beards that I am a knaue.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="232">By our beards (if we had them) thou art.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="233">By my knauerie (if I had it) then I were: but if
      <lb n="234"/>you sweare by that that is not, you are not forsworn: no
      <lb n="235"/>more was this knight swearing by his Honor, for he ne­
      <lb n="236"/>uer had anie; or if he had, he had sworne it away, before
      <lb n="237"/>euer he saw those Pancakes, or that Mustard.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="238">Prethee, who is't that thou means't?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="239">One that old<hi rend="italic">Fredericke</hi>your Father loues.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="240">My Fathers loue is enough to honor him enough;
      <lb n="241"/>speake no more of him, you'l be whipt for taxation one
      <lb n="242"/>of these daies.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="243">The more pittie that fooles may not speak wise­
      <lb n="244"/>ly, what Wisemen do foolishly.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="245">By my troth thou saiest true: For, since the little
      <lb n="246"/>wit that fooles haue was silenced, the little foolerie that
      <lb n="247"/>wise men haue makes a great shew; Heere comes Mon­
      <lb n="248"/>sieur the<hi rend="italic">Beu</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="exit">Enter le Beau.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="249">With his mouth full of newes.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="250">Which he vvill put on vs, as Pigeons feed their
      <lb n="251"/>young.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="252">Then shal we be newes‑cram'd.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="253">All the better: we shalbe the more Marketable.
      <lb n="254"/>
         <hi rend="italic">Boon‑iour Monsieur le Beu</hi>, what's the newes?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-leb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Le Beu.</speaker>
      <p n="255">Faire Princesse,
      <lb n="256"/>you haue lost much good sport.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="257">Sport: of what colour?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-leb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Le Beu.</speaker>
      <p n="258">What colour Madame? How shall I aun­
      <lb n="259"/>swer you?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="260">As wit and fortune will.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="261">Or as the destinies decrees.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="262">Well said, that was laid on with a trowell.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="263">Nay, if I keepe not my ranke.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="264">Thou loosest thy old smell.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-leb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Le Beu.</speaker>
      <p n="265">You amaze me Ladies: I would haue told
      <lb n="266"/>you of good wrastling, which you haue lost the sight of.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="267">Yet tell vs the manner of the Wrastling.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-leb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Le Beu.</speaker>
      <p n="268">I wil tell you the beginning: and if it please
      <lb n="269"/>your Ladiships, you may see the end, for the best is yet
      <lb n="270"/>to doe, and heere where you are, they are comming to
      <lb n="271"/>performe it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="272">Well, the beginning that is dead and buried.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-leb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Le Beu.</speaker>
      <p n="273">There comes an old man, and his three sons.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="274">I could match this beginning with an old tale.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-leb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Le Beu.</speaker>
      <p n="275">Three proper yong men, of excellent growth
      <lb n="276"/>and presence.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="277">With bils on their neckes: Be it knowne vnto
      <lb n="278"/>all men by these presents.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-leb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Le Beu.</speaker>
      <p n="279">The eldest of the three, wrastled with<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>
         
      <lb n="280"/>the Dukes Wrastler, which<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>in a moment threw
      <lb n="281"/>him, and broke three of his ribbes, that there is little
      <lb n="282"/>hope of life in him: So he seru'd the second, and so the
      <lb n="283"/>third: yonder they lie, the poore old man their Father,
      <lb n="284"/>making such pittiful dole ouer them, that all the behold­<cb n="2"/>
         
      <lb n="285"/>ders take his part with weeping.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="286">Alas.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="287">But what is the sport Monsieur, that the Ladies
      <lb n="288"/>haue lost?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-leb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Le Beu.</speaker>
      <p n="289">Why this that I speake of.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-tou">
      <speaker rend="italic">Clo.</speaker>
      <p n="290">Thus men may grow wiser euery day. It is the
      <lb n="291"/>first time that euer I heard breaking of ribbes was sport
      <lb n="292"/>for Ladies.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="293">Or I, I promise thee.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="294">But is there any else longs to see this broken
      <lb n="295"/>Musicke in his sides? Is there yet another doates vpon
      <lb n="296"/>rib‑breaking? Shall we see this wrastling Cosin?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-leb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Le Beu.</speaker>
      <p n="297">You must if you stay heere, for heere is the
      <lb n="298"/>place appointed for the wrastling, and they are ready to
      <lb n="299"/>performe it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="300">Yonder sure they are comming. Let vs now stay
      <lb n="301"/>and see it.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic centre" type="mixed">Flourish. Enter Duke, Lords, Orlando, Charles,
      <lb/>and Attendants.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-dkf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <p n="302">Come on, since the youth will not be intreated
      <lb n="303"/>His owne perill on his forwardnesse.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="304">Is yonder the man<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-leb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Le Beu.</speaker>
      <p n="305">Euen he, Madam.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="306">Alas, he is too yong: yet he looks successefully</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-dkf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Du.</speaker>
      <p n="307">How now daughter, and Cousin:</p>
      <p n="308">Are you crept hither to see the wrastling?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="309">I my Liege, so please you giue vs leaue.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-dkf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Du.</speaker>
      <p n="310">You wil take little delight in it, I can tell you
      <lb n="311"/>there is such oddes in the man: In pitie of the challen­
      <lb n="312"/>gers youth, I would faine disswade him, but he will not
      <lb n="313"/>bee entreated. Speake to him Ladies, see if you can
      <lb n="314"/>mooue him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="315">Call him hether good Monsieuer<hi rend="italic">Le Beu</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-dkf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <p n="316">Do so: Ile not be by.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-leb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Le Beu.</speaker>
      <p n="317">Monsieur the Challenger, the Princesse cals
      <lb n="318"/>for you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="319">I attend them with all respect and dutie.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="320">Young man, haue you challeng'd<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>the
      <lb n="321"/>Wrastler?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="322">No faire Princesse: he is the generall challenger,
      <lb n="323"/>I come but in as others do, to try with him the strength
      <lb n="324"/>of my youth.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="325">Yong Gentleman, your spirits are too bold for
      <lb n="326"/>your yeares: you haue seene cruell proofe of this mans
      <lb n="327"/>strength, if you saw your selfe with your eies, or knew
      <lb n="328"/>your selfe with your iudgment, the feare of your aduen­
      <lb n="329"/>ture would counsel you to a more equall enterprise. We
      <lb n="330"/>pray you for your owne sake to embrace your own safe­
      <lb n="331"/>tie, and giue ouer this attempt.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="332">Do yong Sir, your reputation shall not therefore
      <lb n="333"/>be misprised: we wil make it our suite to the Duke, that
      <lb n="334"/>the wrastling might not go forward.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="335">I beseech you, punish mee not with your harde
      <lb n="336"/>thoughts, wherein I confesse me much guiltie to denie
      <lb n="337"/>so faire and excellent Ladies anie thing. But let your
      <lb n="338"/>faire eies, and gentle wishes go with mee to my triall;
      <lb n="339"/>wherein if I bee foil'd, there is but one sham'd that vvas
      <lb n="340"/>neuer gracious: if kil'd, but one dead that is willing to
      <lb n="341"/>be so: I shall do my friends no wrong, for I haue none to
      <lb n="342"/>lament me: the world no iniurie, for in it I haue nothing:
      <lb n="343"/>onely in the world I fil vp a place, which may bee better
      <lb n="344"/>supplied, when I haue made it emptie.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="345">The little strength that I<note resp="#ES">A tear in the page partially obscures these letters.</note>haue, I would it vvere
      <lb n="346"/>with you.</p>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0208-0.jpg" n="188"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="347">And mine to eeke out hers.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="348">Fare you well: praie heauen I be deceiu'd in you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="349">Your hearts desires be with you.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cha">
      <speaker rend="italic">Char.</speaker>
      <p n="350">Come, where is this yong gallant, that is so
      <lb n="351"/>desirous to lie with his mother earth<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="352">Readie Sir, but his will hath in it a more modest
      <lb n="353"/>working.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-dkf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duk.</speaker>
      <p n="354">You shall trie but one fall.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cha">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cha.</speaker>
      <p n="355">No, I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat
      <lb n="356"/>him to a second, that haue so mightilie perswaded him
      <lb n="357"/>from a first.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="358">You meane to mocke me after: you should not
      <lb n="359"/>haue mockt me before: but come your waies.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="360">Now Hercules, be thy speede yong man.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="361">I would I were inuisible, to catch the strong fel­
      <lb n="362"/>low by the legge.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="rightJustified" type="business">Wrastle.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <p n="363">Oh excellent yong man.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <p n="364">If I had a thunderbolt in mine eie, I can tell who
      <lb n="365"/>should downe.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="rightJustified" type="entrance">Shout.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-dkf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duk.</speaker>
      <p n="366">No more, no more.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="367">Yes I beseech your Grace, I am not yet well
      <lb n="368"/>breath'd.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-dkf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duk.</speaker>
      <l n="369">How do'st thou<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-leb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Le Beu.</speaker>
      <l n="370">He cannot speake my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-dkf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duk.</speaker>
      <l n="371">Beare him awaie:</l>
      <l n="372">What is thy name yong man?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <p n="373">
         <hi rend="italic">Orlando</hi>my Liege, the yongest sonne of Sir<hi rend="italic">Ro­
      <lb n="374"/>land de Boys</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-dkf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duk.</speaker>
      <l n="375">I would thou hadst beene son to some man else,</l>
      <l n="376">The world esteem'd thy father honourable,</l>
      <l n="377">But I did finde him still mine enemie:</l>
      <l n="378">Thou should'st haue better pleas'd me with this deede,</l>
      <l n="379">Hadst thou descended from another house:</l>
      <l n="380">But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth,</l>
      <l n="381">I would thou had'st told me of another Father.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Duke.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <l n="382">Were I my Father (Coze) would I do this?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <l n="383">I am more proud to be Sir<hi rend="italic">Rolands</hi>sonne,</l>
      <l n="384">His yongest sonne, and would not change that calling</l>
      <l n="385">To be adopted heire to<hi rend="italic">Fredricke</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <l n="386">My Father lou'd Sir<hi rend="italic">Roland</hi>as his soule,</l>
      <l n="387">And all the world was of my Fathers minde,</l>
      <l n="388">Had I before knowne this yong man his sonne,</l>
      <l n="389">I should haue giuen him teares vnto entreaties,</l>
      <l n="390">Ere he should thus haue venture'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <l n="391">Gentle Cosen,</l>
      <l n="392">Let vs goe thanke him, and encourage him:</l>
      <l n="393">My Fathers rough and enuious disposition</l>
      <l n="394">Sticks me at heart: Sir, you haue well deseru'd,</l>
      <l n="395">If you doe keepe your promises in loue;</l>
      <l n="396">But iustly as you haue exceeded all promise,</l>
      <l n="397">Your Mistris shall be happie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <l n="398">Gentleman,</l>
      <l n="399">Weare this for me: one out of suites with fortune</l>
      <l n="400">That could giue more, but that her hand lacks meanes.</l>
      <l n="401">Shall we goe Coze?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <l n="402">I: fare you well faire Gentleman.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <l n="403">Can I not say, I thanke you? My better parts</l>
      <l n="404">Are all throwne downe, and that which here stands vp</l>
      <l n="405">Is but a quintine, a meere liuelesse blocke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <l n="406">He cals vs back: my pride fell with my fortunes,</l>
      <l n="407">Ile aske him what<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#ES"/>e would: Did you call Sir?</l>
      <l n="408">Sir, you haue wrastle<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#ES"/>well, and ouerthrowne</l>
      <l n="409">More then your enemi<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#ES"/>s.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-cel">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cel.</speaker>
      <l n="410">Will you goe Coze<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-ros">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ros.</speaker>
      <l n="411">Haue with you<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="torn"
              resp="#ES"/>fare you well.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <l n="412">What passion hangs these waights<choice>
            <abbr>vpō</abbr>
            <expan>vpon</expan>
         </choice>my toong?</l>
      <l n="413">I cannot speake to her, yet she vrg'd conference.</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Le Beu.</stage>
      <l n="414">O poore<hi rend="italic">Orlando</hi>! thou art ouerthrowne<note resp="#ES">An inkblot partially obscures the middle of this word.</note>
      </l>
      <l n="415">Or Charles, or something weaker masters thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-leb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Le Beu.</speaker>
      <l n="416">Good Sir, I do in friendship counsaile you</l>
      <l n="417">
         <choice>
            <orig>Te</orig>
            <corr>To</corr>
         </choice>leaue this place; Albeit you haue deseru'd</l>
      <l n="418">High commendation, true applause, and loue;</l>
      <l n="419">Yet such is now the Dukes condition,</l>
      <l n="420">That he misconsters all that you haue done:</l>
      <l n="421">The Duke is humorous, what he is indeede</l>
      <l n="422">More suites you to conceiue, then I to speake of.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <l n="423">I thanke you Sir; and pray you tell me this,</l>
      <l n="424">Which of the two was daughter of the Duke,</l>
      <l n="425">That here was at the Wrastling?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-leb">
      <speaker rend="italic">Le Beu.</speaker>
      <l n="426">Neither his daughter, if we iudge by manners,</l>
      <l n="427">But yet indeede the taller is his daughter,</l>
      <l n="428">The other is daughter to the banish'd Duke,</l>
      <l n="429">And here detain'd by her vsurping Vncle</l>
      <l n="430">To keepe his daughter companie, whose loues</l>
      <l n="431">Are deerer then the naturall bond of Sisters:</l>
      <l n="432">But I can tell you, that of late this Duke</l>
      <l n="433">Hath tane displeasure 'gainst his gentle Neece,</l>
      <l n="434">Ground vpon no other argument,</l>
      <l n="435">But that the people praise her for her vertues,</l>
      <l n="436">And pittie her, for her good Fathers sake;</l>
      <l n="437">And on my life his malice 'gainst the Lady</l>
      <l n="438">Will sodainly breake forth: Sir, fare you well,</l>
      <l n="439">Hereafter in a better world then this,</l>
      <l n="440">I shall desire more loue and knowledge of you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-ayl-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Orl.</speaker>
      <l n="441">I rest much bounden to you: fare you well.</l>
      <l n="442">Thus must I from the smoake into the smother,</l>
      <l n="443">From tyrant Duke, vnto a tyrant Brother.</l>
      <l n="444">But heauenly<hi rend="italic">Rosaline</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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