Scœna Secunda.
[Act 1, Scene 2]
Enter Rosalind, and Cellia.
Cel.
I pray thee
Rosalind, sweet my Coz, be merry.
Ros.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
