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If you do keep your promises in love

But justly as you have exceeded all promise,

Your mistress shall be happy.

Ros.

Gentleman,

[Giving him a chain from her neck.]

Wear this for me: one out of suits with Fortune,

That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.

Shall we go, coz?

Cel.

Ay. Fare you well, fair gentleman.

Orl.

Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts

Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up

Is but a quintain, a mere liveless block.

Ros.

He calls us back. My pride fell with my fortunes,

I’ll ask him what he would. Did you call, sir?

Sir, you have wrastled well, and overthrown

More than your enemies.

Cel.

Will you go, coz?

Ros.

Have with you.—Fare you well.

Exit [with Celia].

Orl.

What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?

I cannot speak to her, yet she urg’d conference.

Enter Le Beau.

O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown,

Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.

Le Beau.

Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you

To leave this place. Albeit you have deserv’d