But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go
with me to my trial; wherein if I be foil'd there is but one
sham'd that was never gracious; if kill'd, 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 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.
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 deceiv'd in you!
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 modest
working.
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. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mock'd
me
before; but come your ways.
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