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told you of good wrestling, which you have lost the fight of.

Rof. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.

Le Beu. I will tell you the beginning, and, if it please your Ladyfhips, you may fee the end, for the best is yet to do; and here where you are, they are coming to perform it.

Cel. Well-the beginning that is dead and buried. Le Beu. There comes an old man and his three fons,

Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale. Le Beu. Three proper young men, of excellent growth and prefence ;

Rof. With bills on their necks: Be it known unto all men by thefe prefents,

Le Beu. The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles the Duke's Wrestler; which Charles in a moment threw him, and broke three of his ribs, that there is little hope of life in him: fo he ferv'd the Second, and fo the Third. Yonder they lie, the poor old man their father making fuch pitiful Dole over them, that all the beholders take his part with weeping. Rof. Alas!

4 With BILLS on their necks: Be it known unto all men by the'e prefents - The ladies and the fool, according to the mode of wit at that time, are at a kind of crof purposes. Where the words of one fpeaker are wrested by another, in a repartee, to a different meaning. As where the Clown fays juft before Nay, if I keep not my rank. Rofalind replies-thou lofeft thy old fmell. So here when Roflind had faid, With bills on their necks, the Clown, to be quits with her, puts in, Know all men by theje preJents. She spoke of an inftru

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Clo. But what is the Sport, Monfieur, that the ladies have loft?

Le Beu. Why this, that I speak of.

Clo. Thus men may grow wifer every day! It is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was fport for ladies.

Cel. Or I, I promise thee.

Rof. But is there any elfe longs to fee this broken mufick in his fides? is there yet another doats upon rib-breaking? Shall we fee this wrestling, Coufin?

Le Beu. You must if you stay here; for here is the place appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to perform it.

Cel. Yonder, fure, they are coming. Let us now stay and fee it.


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

Duke. Come on. Since the Youth will not be entreated, his own peril on his forwardness. Rof. Is yonder the man?

5-is there any elfe longs to SEE this broken mufick in his fides?] A ftupid error in the copies. They are talking here of fome who had their ribs broke in wrestling: and the pleafantry of Rfalind's repartee must confift in the allufion the makes to compofing in mufick. It neceffarily follows therefore, that the poet wrote- SET this broken mufick in his fides.

WARBURTON. If any change were neceffary I should write, feel this broken mufick, for fee. But fee is the colloquial term for perception or experiment. So we say every

day, fee if the water be hot; I will fee which is the beft time; fhe has tried, and fees that the cannot lift it. In this fenfe fee may be here ufed. The fufferer can, with no propriety, be faid to fet the mufick; neither is the allufion to the act of tuning an inftrument, or pricking a tune, one of which must be meant by Jetting mufick. Reflind hints at a whimfical fimilitude between the feries of ribs gradually fhortening, and fome mufical inftruments, and therefore calls broken ribs, broken mufick.

Le Beu.

Le Beu. Even he, Madam.

Cel. Alas, he is too young; yet he looks fuccefffully.

Duke. How now, Daughter and Coufin; are you crept hither to see the wrestling?

Rof. Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave.

Duke. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is fuch odds in the men in pity of the challenger's youth, I would feign diffuade him, but he will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies, fee if you can move him.

Cel. Call him hither, good Monfieur Le Beu.
Duke. Do fo. I'll not be by:

[Duke goes apart. Le Beu. Monfieur the Challenger, the Princeffes call

for you.

Orla. I attend them with all respect and duty.

Rof. Young man, have you challeng'd Charles the wrestler?

Orla. No, fair Princefs; he is the general challenger: I come but in, as others do, to try with him the strength of my youth.

Cel. Young Gentleman, your fpirits are too bold for your years. You have feen cruel proof of this man's ftrength. If you faw yourself with your own eyes, or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of your adventure would counfel you to a more equal enterprife. We We pray you, for your own fake, to embrace your own fafety, and give over this attempt.

• Sir T. Hanmer. In the old Editions, the man.

If you faw yourself with YOUR eyes, or knew yourself with YOUR judgment,] Abfurd! The fenfe requires that we fhould read, our eyes,and OUR judgment. The argument is, Your spirits are too bold, and therefore your judgment deceives you; but did you ce and know yourself with our more

impartial judgment you would for WARBURTON.


I cannot find the abfurdity of the prefent reading. If you were not blinded and intoxicated, fays the princefs, with the Spirit of enterprise, if you could use your own eyes to fee, or your own judgment to know yourself, the fear of your adventure would counJel you.


Rof. Do, young Sir; your reputation shall not therefore be mifprifed. We will make it our fuit to the Duke, that the wrestling might not go forward.

Orla. "I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts, wherein I confefs me much guilty, to deny fo fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your fair eyes and gentle wifhes go with me to my trial, wherein if I be foil'd, there is but one fham'd that was never gracious; if kill'd, but one dead that is willing to be fo. I fhall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me; the world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better fupplied when I have made it


Rof. The little ftrength that I have, I would it were with you.

Cel. And mine to eke out hers.

Rof. Fare you well. Pray heav'n, I be deceiv'd in


Cel. Your heart's defires be with you!

Cha. Come, where is this young Gallant, that is fo defirous to lie with his mother earth?

Orla. Ready, Sir. But his Will hath in it a more modeft working.

Duke. You fhall try but one Fall.

Cha. No-I warrant your Grace; you fhall not entreat him to a fecond, that have fo mightily perfuaded him from a first.

Orla. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mocked me before; but come your ways. Rof. Now Hercules be thy fpeed, young man! Cel. I would I were invifible, to catch the ftrong fellow by the leg! [they wrestle.


Rof. O excellent young man !

7 I beseech you, punish me not, I fhould wish to read, I beseech you, punish me not with bard thoughts. Therein VOL. II.



confefs myself much guilty to deny fo fair and excellent ladies any thing.


Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who fhould down.

Duke. No more, no more.

[fhout. [Charles is thrown.

Orla. Yes, I beseech your Grace. I am not yet well breathed.

Duke. How doft thou, Charles?

Le Beu. He cannot fpeak, my Lord.

. Duke. Bear him away.-What is thy name, young man?

Orla. Orlando, my liege, the youngest fon of Sir Rowland de Boys.

Duke. I would, thou hadst been fon to fome man elfe!

The world efteem'd thy Father honourable,

But I did find him ftill mine enemy:

Thou shouldft have better pleas'd me with this deed,
Hadft thou defcended from another House.

But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth;
-I would thou hadft told me of another father.

[Exit Duke, with his train.

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Manent Celia, Rofalind, Orlando.

Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
Orla. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's fon,
His youngest son, and would not change that calling
To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Rof. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his foul,
And all the world was of my father's mind:
Had I before known this young man his fon,
I fhould have giv'n him tears unto entreaties,
Ere he fhould thus have ventur'd.

Cel. Gentle Coufin,

Let us go thank him and encourage him;
My father's rough and envious difpofition

Sticks me at heart. Sir, you have well deferv'd:

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