ROSALIND. O excellent young man! CELIA. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down. [_Charles is thrown. Shout._] DUKE FREDERICK. No more, no more. ORLANDO. Yes, I beseech your grace. I am not yet well breathed. DUKE FREDERICK. How dost thou, Charles? LE BEAU. He cannot speak, my lord. DUKE FREDERICK. Bear him away. [_Charles is carried off by Attendants._] What is thy name, young man? 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 esteemed 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, Le Beau and Lords._] 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. CELIA. Gentle cousin, Let us go thank him and encourage him. My father’s rough and envious disposition Sticks me at heart.—Sir, you have well deserved. If you do keep your promises in love But justly, as you have exceeded promise, Your mistress shall be happy. ROSALIND. Gentleman, [_Giving him a chain from her neck_.] Wear this for me—one out of suits with Fortune, That could give more but that her hand lacks means.— Shall we go, coz? CELIA. Ay.—Fare you well, fair gentleman. ORLANDO. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block. ROSALIND. He calls us back. My pride fell with my fortunes. I’ll ask him what he would.—Did you call, sir?— Sir, you have wrestled well and overthrown More than your enemies. CELIA. Will you go, coz? ROSALIND. Have with you.—Fare you well. [_Exeunt Rosalind and Celia._] ORLANDO. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue? I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference. O poor Orlando, thou art overthrown. Or Charles or something weaker masters thee. Enter Le Beau. LE BEAU. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you To leave this place. Albeit you have deserved High commendation, true applause, and love, Yet such is now the Duke’s condition That he misconsters all that you have done. The Duke is humorous; what he is indeed More suits you to conceive than I to speak of. ORLANDO. I thank you, sir; and pray you tell me this: Which of the two was daughter of the Duke That here was at the wrestling?