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Do 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 supply'd when I have made it empty
Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it were with you.
Cel. And mine to eek out hers.
you. Orla, Your heart's desires be with you!
Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so desirous to lye with his mother earth?.
Orla. Ready, Sir ; but his will hath in it a more modeft working
Duke. You shall try but one fall.
Cha. No, I warrant your Grace you shall not entreat him to a second, that have fo mightily persuaded him from a first.
Orla. You mean to mock me after ; you should not have mockt before ; but come your ways. Ros
. Now Hercules be thy speed, young man! Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the frong fellow by the leg!
[Tbry wreft. Ros. O excellent young man!
Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down.
[Sbout. Duke. No more, no more. [Charles is thrown.
Orla, Yes, I beseech your Grace; I am not yet well breathed.
Duke. How dost thou, Charles ?
Orla. Orlando, my liege, the youngest son of Sir Roswland de Boys.
Duke. I would thou hadft been fon to some man elfe;
[Exis Duke wird his Train.
Rg. My father lov’d Sir Rowland as his soul,
Cel. Gentle confin,
Cel. 'Ay; fare you well, fair gentleman.
Orla. Can I not say, I thank you? my better parts
Rof. He calls us back! my pride fell with my fortunes.
Cel. wal you go, coz?
? I cannot speak to her ; yet she urgʻd conference.
Enter Le Beu.
Orlando ! thou art overthrown;
Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsel you
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(Giving bin a coair froe ber mest, Cel. 'Ay; fare you well, fair gentleman,
Orla. Can I not fay, I thank you? my better parts
Ref. He calls as back: my pride fell with my fortides.
enemies. Cel. Wií you go, coz? Rof. Have with you; fare you well. (Exz, Rol. sad Cd. Orla. What paffion hangs these weights upoe my tongue? I cannot speak to ber; yet the org conference.
Enter Le Beu. poor Orlando! thou art overthrown; of Charles, or something weaker, matters thee.
Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsel yos To leave this place : albeit you have deferr's High commendation, true applause, and love;
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That he misconftrues all that
Orla. I thank you, Sir ; and pray you, tell me this;
Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners ;
Orla. I reft much bounden to you: fare you well?
[Exit, SCENE VIII. Re-enter Celia and Rosalind.
Cel. Why, cousin, why, Rosalind; Cupid have mercy, not a word!
Ref. Not one to throw at a dog.
Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs, throw some of them at me; come, lame me with reasons. Rof. Then there were two cousíns laid
when the one should be lam’d with reasons, and the other mad with
Cel. But is all this for your father ?