_Ros._ But is there any else longs to see this broken music 125 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. 130 _Cel._ Yonder, sure, they are coming: let us now stay and see it. _Flourish._ _Enter_ DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, ORLANDO, CHARLES, _and_ Attendants. _Duke F._ Come on: since the youth will not be entreated, his own peril on his forwardness. _Ros._ Is yonder the man? 135 _Le Beau._ Even he, madam. _Cel._ Alas, he is too young! yet he looks successfully. _Duke F._ How now, daughter and cousin! are you crept hither to see the wrestling? _Ros._ Ay, my liege, so please you give us leave. 140 _Duke F._ 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. _Cel._ Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau. 145 _Duke F._ Do so: I’ll not be by. _Le Beau._ Monsieur the challenger, the princess calls for you. _Orl._ I attend them with all respect and duty. _Ros._ Young man, have you challenged Charles the 150 wrestler? _Orl._ No, fair princess; 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 spirits are too bold for your 155 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 adventure 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. 160 _Ros._ 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. _Orl._ I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny so 165 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 is willing to be so: I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me, the world 170 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 empty. _Ros._ The little strength that I have, I would it were with you. 175 _Cel._ And mine, to eke out hers. _Ros._ Fare you well: pray heaven I be deceived in you! _Cel._ Your heart’s desires be with you!