Enter LE BEAU.
Bon jour, Monsieur Le Beau: what's the news?
LE BEAU: Fair princess, you have lost much good
CELIA: Sport! of what colour?
LE BEAU: What colour, madam! how shall I answer 
ROSALIND: As wit and fortune will.
TOUCHSTONE: Or as the Destinies decree.
CELIA: Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.
TOUCHSTONE: Nay, if I keep not my rank,-- 
ROSALIND: Thou losest thy old smell.
LE BEAU: You amaze me, ladies: I would have told
you of good wrestling, which you have lost the sight
ROSALIND: Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. 
LE BEAU: I will tell you the beginning; and, if it please
your ladyships, you may see the end; for the best is
yet to do; and here, where you are, they are coming
to perform it.
CELIA: Well, the beginning, that is dead and buried. 
LE BEAU: There comes an old man and his three sons,--
CELIA: I could match this beginning with an old tale.
LE BEAU: Three proper young men, of excellent
growth and presence.
ROSALIND: With bills on their necks, 'Be it known 
unto all men by these presents.'
LE BEAU: 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: so he served the second, and 
so the third. Yonder they lie; the poor old man, their
father, making such pitiful dole over them that all the
beholders take his part with weeping.
TOUCHSTONE: But what is the sport, monsieur, that 
the ladies have lost?
LE BEAU: Why, this that I speak of.
TOUCHSTONE: Thus men may grow wiser every day:
it is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was
sport for ladies. 
CELIA: Or I, I promise thee.
ROSALIND: But is there any else longs to see this
broken music in his sides? is there yet another dotes
upon rib-breaking? Shall we see this wrestling, cousin?
LE BEAU: You must, if you stay here; for here is the 
place appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready
to perform it.
CELIA: Yonder, sure, they are coming: let us now stay
and see it.
Flourish. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, ORLANDO, CHARLES, and Attendants.
DUKE FREDERICK: Come on: since the youth will not 
be entreated, his own peril on his forwardness.
ROSALIND: Is yonder the man?
LE BEAU: Even he, madam.
CELIA: Alas, he is too young! yet he looks successfully.
DUKE FREDERICK: How now, daughter and cousin! 
are you crept hither to see the wrestling?
ROSALIND: Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave.
DUKE FREDERICK: You will take little delight in it, I
can tell you; there is such odds in the man. In pity of
the challenger's youth I would fain dissuade him, but 
he will not be entreated. Speak to him, ladies; see if you
can move him.
CELIA: Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau.
DUKE FREDERICK: Do so: I'll not be by.
LE BEAU: Monsieur the challenger, the princesses call 
ORLANDO: I attend them with all respect and duty.
ROSALIND: Young man, have you challenged Charles
ORLANDO: No, fair princess; he is the general chal- 
lenger: I come but in, as others do, to try with him the
strength of my youth.
CELIA: Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for
your years. You have seen cruel proof of this man's
strength: if you saw yourself with your eyes or knew 
yourself with your judgement, the fear of your adven-
ture would counsel you to a more equal enterprise.
We pray you, for your own sake, to embrace your own
safety and give over this attempt.
ROSALIND: Do, young sir; your reputation shall not 
therefore be misprised: we will make it our suit to the
duke that the wrestling might not go forward.
ORLANDO: I beseech you, punish me not with your
hard thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to
deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your 
fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial:
wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shamed that
was never gracious; if killed, but one dead that was
willing to be so: I shall 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 supplied when I have made it
ROSALIND: The little strength that I have, I would it
were with you. 
CELIA: And mine, to eke out hers.
ROSALIND: Fare you well: pray heaven I be deceived
CELIA: Your heart's desires be with you!
CHARLES: Come, where is this young gallant that is so 
desirous to lie with his mother earth?
ORLANDO: Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more
DUKE FREDERICK: You shall try but one fall.
CHARLES: No, I warrant your grace, you shall not 
entreat him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded
him from a first.
ORLANDO: An you mean to mock me after, you should
not have mocked me before: but come your ways.
ROSALIND: Now Hercules be thy speed, young man! 
CELIA: I would I were invisible, to catch the strong
fellow by the leg.
ROSALIND: O excellent young man!
CELIA: If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell
who should down. 
[Shout. CHARLES is thrown.]
DUKE FREDERICK: No more, no more.
ORLANDO: Yes, I beseech your grace: I am not yet
DUKE FREDERICK: How dost thou, Charles?
LE BEAU: He cannot speak, my lord. 
DUKE FREDERICK: Bear him away. What is thy name,
ORLANDO: Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of
Sir Rowland de Boys.
DUKE FREDERICK: I would thou hadst been son to some man else: 
The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
But I did find him still mine enemy:
Thou shouldst have better pleased me with this deed,
Hadst thou descended from another house.
But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth: 
I would thou hadst told me of another father.
[Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK, train, and LE BEAU.]
CELIA: Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
ORLANDO: I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son,
His youngest son; and would not change that calling,
To be adopted heir to Frederick. 
ROSALIND: My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul,
And all the world was of my father's mind:
Had I before known this young man his son,
I should have given him tears unto entreaties,
Ere he should thus have ventured.