Cha. No, I warrant your Grace, you shall not
entreat him to a second, that have so mightily
persuaded him from a first.
Orl. You mean to mock me after; you should
not have mocked me before: but come your
ways. 225
Ros. Now Hercules be thy speed, young man!
Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the
strong fellow by the leg. 228
Ros. O excellent young man!
Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can
tell who should down.
Duke F. No more, no more. 232
Orl. Yes, I beseech your Grace: I am not yet
well breathed.
Duke F. How dost thou, Charles?
Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord. 236
Duke F. Bear him away. What is thy name,
young man? [Charles is borne out.]
Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of
Sir Rowland de Boys. 240
Duke F. 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 pleas'd me with this deed, 244
Hadst thou descended from another house.
But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth:
I would thou hadst told me of another father.
226 Hercules . . . speed; cf. n.
234 well breathed: fully exercised
243 still: constantly
245 house: family
