Ros. O excellent young man!
Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who [194] should down. [Shout. Charles is thrown.
195 Duke F. No more, no more.
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.
Duke F. Bear him away. What is thy name, young 200 man?
Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys.
Duke F. I would thou hadst been son to some man else:
The world esteem’d thy father honourable,