Ros. Oh excellent yong man

Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eie, I can tell who
should downe.

Shout.

Duk. No more, no more

Orl. Yes I beseech your Grace, I am not yet well
breath'd

Duk. How do'st thou Charles?
Le Beu. He cannot speake my Lord

Duk. Beare him awaie:
What is thy name yong man?
Orl. Orlando my Liege, the yongest sonne of Sir Roland
de Boys

Duk. I would thou hadst beene son to some man else,
The world esteem'd thy father honourable,
But I did finde him still mine enemie:
Thou should'st haue better pleas'd me with this deede,
Hadst thou descended from another house:
But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth,
I would thou had'st told me of another Father.

Exit Duke.