Act I.
An open place (with goal-posts at each end).
Enter from opposite turnstiles Duke Frederick and Rosalind (with Celia).
Duke. How now, daughter and cousin? Are you crept hither to see the football?
Rosalind. Ay, my lord, so please you give us leave.
Duke. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you. I only came myself from—er—duty. It's disgraceful to think that our able-bodied young men should waste their time kicking a ball about in this crisis. I would enlist myself if only I were ten years younger.
Celia (thoughtfully). I know a man just about your age who——
Duke (hastily). Besides, I have a weak heart.
[Shout. Orlando kicks a goal.
Rosalind. Who is that excellent young man?