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!
Cha. Come, where is this young gallant that is so 180 desirous to lie with his mother earth?
[181] Orl. Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working.
Duke F. You shall try but one fall.
Cha. No, I warrant your Grace, you shall not entreat 185 him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first.
[187] Orl. You mean to mock me after; you should not have [188] mocked me before: but come your ways.
Ros. Now Hercules be thy speed, young man!
190 Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow [191] by the leg. [They wrestle.