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As you like it.
358Cel. And mine to eeke out hers.
359Ros. Fare you well: praie heauen I be deceiu'd in you.
362desirous to lie with his mother earth?
364working.
370haue mockt me before: but come your waies.
373low by the legge. Wrastle.
374Ros. Oh excellent yong man.
375Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eie, I can tell who
377Duk. No more, no more.
379breath'd.
382Duk. Beare him awaie:
383What is thy name yong man?
385land de Boys.
387The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
391But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth,
392I would thou had'st told me of another Father.
393 Exit Duke.
394Cel. Were I my Father (Coze) would I do this?
397To be adopted heire to Fredricke.
399And all the world was of my Fathers minde,
400Had I before knowne this yong man his sonne,
401I should haue giuen him teares vnto entreaties,
402Ere he should thus haue ventur'd.
404Let vs goe thanke him, and encourage him:
406Sticks me at heart: Sir, you haue well deseru'd,
407If you doe keepe your promises in loue;
410Ros. Gentleman,
411Weare this for me: one out of suites with fortune
412That could giue more, but that her hand lacks meanes.
413Shall we goe Coze?
414Cel. I: fare you well faire Gentleman.
416Are all throwne downe, and that which here stands vp
417Is but a quintine, a meere liuelesse blocke.
418Ros. He cals vs back: my pride fell with my fortunes,
419Ile aske him what he would: Did you call Sir?
420Sir, you haue wrastled well, and ouerthrowne
421More then your enemies.
422Cel. Will you goe Coze?
426Enter Le Beu.
427O poore Orlando! thou art ouerthrowne
430To leaue this place; Albeit you haue deseru'd
431High commendation, true applause, and loue;
432Yet such is now the Dukes condition,
434The Duke is humorous, what he is indeede
436Orl. I thanke you Sir; and pray you tell me this,
437Which of the two was daughter of the Duke,
438That here was at the Wrastling?
439Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we iudge by manners,
440But yet indeede the taller is his daughter,
441The other is daughter to the banish'd Duke,
442And here detain'd by her vsurping Vncle
443To keepe his daughter companie, whose loues
444Are deerer then the naturall bond of Sisters:
445But I can tell you, that of late this Duke
447Grounded vpon no other argument,
448But that the people praise her for her vertues,
449And pittie her, for her good Fathers sake;
450And on my life his malice 'gainst the Lady
451Will sodainly breake forth: Sir, fare you well,
452Hereafter in a better world then this,
456From tyrant Duke, vnto a tyrant Brother.
458Scena Tertius.
459Enter Celia and Rosaline.
461Not a word?
462Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.
464vpon curs, throw some of them at me; come lame mee
465with reasons.
468without any.
469Cel. But is all this for your Father?
471how full of briers is this working day world.
473in holiday foolerie, if we walke not in the trodden paths
474our very petty-coates will catch them.
476in my heart.
477Cel. Hem them away.
478Ros. I would try if I could cry hem, and haue him.
481my selfe.
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