Cel. Doth it therefore enfue, that you fhould love his fon dearly? by this kind of chafe 3, I should hate him; for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando. Rof. No, faith, hate him not, for my fake. Cel. Why fhould I? doth he not deferve well? Rof. Let me love him for that; and do you love him, because I do. Look, here comes the Duke. Cel. With his eyes full of anger. Duke. Miftrefs, difpatch you with your safest hafte, And get you from our Court, Rof. Me, Uncle! Duke. You, coufin. Within these ten days if that thou be'ft found Rof. I do befeech your Grace, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me: Or have acquaintance with my own defires; Duke. Thus do all traitors ; If their purgation did confift in words, Ro 3 by this kind of chafe.] rifed, and both drawn from etyThat is, by this way of follow-mology, but properly beloved is ing the argument. Dear is ufed by Shakespeare in a double fenfe, for beloved, and for hurtful, hated, baleful. Both fenfes are autho dear, and hateful is dere. Rof. Rof. Yet your mistruft cannot make me a traitor; Tell me whereon the likelihood depends. Duke. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's enough. Rof. So was I, when your Highness took his Dukedom; So was I, when your Highness banish'd him. Or if we did derive it from our friends, Cel. Dear Sovereign, hear me speak. Duke. Ay, Celia, we but ftaid her for your Elfe had the with her father rang'd along. fake; Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay; Duke. She is too fubtle for thee; and her smoothness, Her very filence and her patience, Speak to the people, and they pity her. Thou art a fool; the robs thee of thy name, And thou wilt fhow more bright, and feem more virtuous 4, When fhe is gone. Then open not thy lips : Which I have paft upon her. She is banish'd. 4 And thou wilt fhew more bright, and SEEM more virtuous,] This implies her to be fome-how remarkably defective in virtue; which was not the speaker's thought. The poet doubtless wrote, and SHINE more virtuous. i. e. her virtues would appear more fplendid when the luftre of her coufin's was away. WARBURTON. The plain meaning of the old and true reading is, that when she was seen alone, she would be more noted. C4 Cele Cel. Pronounce that fentence then on me, my Liege; I cannot live out of her company. Duke. You are a fool-you, Niece, provide yourfelf; If you out-stay the time, upon mine Honour, [Exeunt Duke, &c. SCENE X. Cel. O my poor Rofalind; where wilt thou go? Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine: I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am. Rof. I have more cause. Cel. Thou haft not, coufin; Pr'ythee, be cheerful: knoweft thou not, the Duke Has banifh'd me, his daughter? Ref. That he hath not. Cel. No? hath not? Refalind lacks then the love, Which teacheth thee that thou and I are one. Shall we be fundred? fhall we part, fweet Girl? No, let my father feek another heir. Therefore devife with me, how we may fly; Whither to go, and what to bear with us; And do not feek to take your change upon you, To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out : For by this heav'n, now at our forrow's pale, Say what thou canft, I'll go along with thee. ME. 6 Rofalind lacks then the fenfe of the established text is not remote or obfcure. Where would be the abfurdity of faying, You know not the law which teaches you to do right. love, Which teacheth thee that thou and I are one.] The poet certainly wrote-which teacheth For if Rofalind had learnt to think Celia one part of herfelf, fhe could not lack that love which Celia complains the does. WARBURTON. Either reading may ftand. The 6 take your change upon you.] In all the later editions, from Mr. Rowe's to Dr. Warburton's, change is altered to charge, without any reason. Rof. Rof. Why, whither shall we go? Cel. To feek my uncle in the forest of Arden. Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, Rof. Wer't not better, Because that I am more than common tall, That do outface it with their femblances. Cel. What fhall I call thee, when thou art a man? Rof. I'll have no worfe a name than Jove's own Page; And therefore, look, you call me Ganimed. But what will you be call'd? Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state: No longer Celia, but Aliena. Rof. But, Coufin, what if we affaid to fteal The clownish fool out of your father's Court? Would he not be a comfort to our travel? Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me, Leave me alone to woo him. Let's away, And get our jewels and our wealth together; Devife the fitteft time, and safest way To hide us from pursuit that will be made After my flight: now go we in content To liberty, and not to banishment. 7-curtle-ax, or cutlace, a broad-fword. [Exeunt. I'll have] Sir T. Hanmer, for we'll have. ACT ACT II. SCENE I. Arden FOREST. . Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords like Forefters. N DUKE Senior. OW, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old cuftom made this life more fweet Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, |