358Cel. And mine to eeke out hers.

359Ros. Fare you well: praie heauen I be deceiu'd in you.

360Cel. Your hearts desires be with you.

361Char. Come, where is this yong gallant, that is so

362desirous to lie with his mother earth?

363Orl. Readie Sir, but his will hath in it a more modest

364working.

365Duk. You shall trie but one fall.

366Cha. No, I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat

367him to a second, that haue so mightilie perswaded him

368from a first.

369Orl. You meane to mocke me after: you should not

370haue mockt me before: but come your waies.

371Ros. Now Hercules, be thy speede yong man.

372Cel. I would I were inuisible, to catch the strong fel-

374Ros. Oh excellent yong man.

375Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eie, I can tell who

377Duk. No more, no more.

378Orl. Yes I beseech your Grace, I am not yet well

379breath'd.

380Duk. How do'st thou Charles?

381Le Beu. He cannot speake my Lord.

382Duk. Beare him awaie:

383What is thy name yong man?

384Orl. Orlando my Liege, the yongest sonne of Sir Ro-

385land de Boys.

386Duk. I would thou hadst beene son to some man else,

387The world esteem'd thy father honourable,

388But I did finde him still mine enemie:

389Thou should'st haue better pleas'd me with this deede,

390Hadst thou descended from another house:

391But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth,

392I would thou had'st told me of another Father.

394Cel. Were I my Father (Coze) would I do this?

395Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rolands sonne,

396His yongest sonne, and would not change that calling

397To be adopted heire to Fredricke.

398Ros. My Father lou'd Sir Roland as his soule,

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.

403Cel. Gentle Cosen,

404Let vs goe thanke him, and encourage him:

405My Fathers rough and enuious disposition

406Sticks me at heart: Sir, you haue well deseru'd,

407If you doe keepe your promises in loue;

408But iustly as you haue exceeded all promise,

409Your Mistris shall be happie.

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.

415Orl. Can I not say, I thanke you? My better parts

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?

424Orl. What passion hangs these waights vpō my toong?

425I cannot speake to her, yet she vrg'd conference.

427O poore Orlando! thou art ouerthrowne

428Or Charles, or something weaker masters thee.

429Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsaile you

430To leaue this place; Albeit you haue deseru'd

431High commendation, true applause, and loue;

432Yet such is now the Dukes condition,

433That he misconsters all that you haue done:

434The Duke is humorous, what he is indeede

435More suites you to conceiue, then I to speake of.

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

446Hath tane displeasure 'gainst his gentle Neece,

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,

453I shall desire more loue and knowledge of you.

454Orl. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well.

455Thus must I from the smoake into the smother,

456From tyrant Duke, vnto a tyrant Brother.

460Cel. Why Cosen, why Rosaline: Cupid haue mercie,

461Not a word?

462Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.

463Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away

464vpon curs, throw some of them at me; come lame mee

465with reasons.

466Ros. Then there were two Cosens laid vp, when the

467one should be lam'd with reasons, and the other mad

468without any.

469Cel. But is all this for your Father?

470Ros. No, some of it is for my childes Father: Oh

471how full of briers is this working day world.

472Cel. They are but burs, Cosen, throwne vpon thee

473in holiday foolerie, if we walke not in the trodden paths

474our very petty-coates will catch them.

475Ros. I could shake them off my coate, these burs are

476in my heart.

477Cel. Hem them away.

478Ros. I would try if I could cry hem, and haue him.

479Cel. Come, come, wrastle with thy affections.

480Ros. O they take the part of a better wrastler then

481my selfe.

482Cel. O, a good wish vpon you: you will trie in time