treat him to a second, that have fo mightily persuaded him from a first.

Orla. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mock'd me before ; but come your ways.

Rif: Now Hercules be thy speed, young man!

Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg !

[They wrifile. Rof. O excellent young man !

Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down.

[Shout. Drike. No more, no more. [Charles is thrown.

Orla. Yes, I beseech your Grace; I am not yet well breathed.

Duke. How dost thou, Charles ?
Le Beu. He cannot speak, my Lord,

Duke. Bear him away. What is thy name, young man ?

Orla. Orlando, my Liege, the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys.

Duke. I would thou hadít been son to some man elle ! The world cíteem'd thy father honourable, But I did find him still mine enemy : Thou should'st have better ple is'd me with this deed, Hadst thou descended from another house. But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth; I would thou hadít told me of another father.

[Exit Duke, with his train. SCENE VII. Manent Celia, Rosalind, Orlando.

Gel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?

Orla. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son, His youngest son, and would not change that calling To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Rof. My father lov’d Sir Rowland as his soul,
And all the world was of my father's mind :
Had I before known this young man his son,
I should have giv’n him tears unto intreaties,
Ere he should thus have ventur’d.

Cel. Gentle cousin,
Let us go thank him, and encourage him;
My father's rough and envious disposition
Sticks me åt heart. Sir, you have well deserv'd ;

If you do keep your promises in love,
But juftly as you have exceeded all in promisc,
Your mistress shall be happy.

Rof. Gentleman,
Wear this for me ; one out of suits with fortune,
That could give more, but that her hand lacks means.
Shall we go, coz? [Giving him a chain from her neck.

Gel. Ay, fare you well, fair Gentleman.
Orla. Can I not say, I thank you ?-

parts Are all thrown down ; and that, which here stands up, Is but a quintaine, a mere lifeless block.

Rof. He calls us back: my pride fell with my for

-my better

tunes.

I'll ask him what he would. Did you call, Sir ?
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown
More than your enemies.

Cel. Will you go, coz ?
Rof. Have with

you:
fare
you

well.

[Exeunt Ros, and Cel. Orla. What passion hangs these weights upon my

tongue ; I cannot speak to her; yet she urg'd conference.

Enter Le Beu.
O
poor

Orlando ! thou art overthrown ;
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.

Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place. Albeit you have déserv'd
High commendation, true applause, and love;
Yet such is now the Duke's condition,
That he misconstrues all that you have done.
The Duke is humorous ; what he is indeed,
More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of.

Orla. I thank you, Sir ; and, pray you, tell me this ; Which of the two was daughter of the Duke That here was at the wrestling ?

Le Beu. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners; But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter; The other's daughter to the banish’d Duke, And here detain'd by her ufurping uncle To keep his daughter company; whose loves

Are dearer than the natural bond of lifters.
But I can tell you, that of late this Duke
Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece ;
Grounded upon no other argument,
But that the people praise her for her virtues,
And pity her for her good father's fake :
And, on my life, his malice 'gainit the lady
Will suddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. [Exit;

Orla. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well!
Thus muít I from the smoak into the smother ;
From tyrant Duke, unto a tyrant brother :
But, heav'nly Rosalind !

[Exit,

S CE N E VIII.
Changes to an apartment in the palace.

Re-enter Celia and Rosalind, Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind ; Cupid have mer. cy; not a word!

Rof. Not one to throw at a dog.

Gel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs, throw some of them at me ; come, lame me with reasons.

Rof. Then there were two cousins laid up; when the one thould be lam'd with reasons, and the other mad

without any.

Cel. But is all this for your father?

Ref. No, some of it is for my father's child. Oh, how full of briars is this working-day-world!

Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery ; if we walk not in the trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them,

Rof. I could shake them off my coat; these burs are in my heart.

Cel. Hem them away.
Rof. I would try, if I could cry, Hem, and have him,
Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections,

Rof. O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myfeif. Vol. II.

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Cel. O, a good with upon you! you will try in time, in despight of a fall;—but, turning these jefts out of service, let us talk in good earnest : is it possible on such a sudden you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest fon?

Rof. The Duke my father lov’d his father dearly.

Cel. Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his son dearly? By this kind of chase 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 should I? doth he not deserve well ?
SCENE IX. Enter Duke, with Lords.

RS. Let me love him for that; and do you love him because I do. Look, here comes the Duke.

Gel. With his eyes full of anger.

Duke. Mistress, dispatch you with your fafest hafte, And get you from our court.

Rof. Me, uncle !

Duke. You, cousin.
Within these ten days, if that thou be'st found
So near our public court as twenty miles,
Thou dieft for it.
Rof. I do beseech your Grace,

,
Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me:
If with myself I hold intelligence,
Or have acquaintance with my own desires ;
If that I do not dream, or be not frantic,
(As I do trust, I am not), then, dear uncle,
Never so much as in a thought unborn
Did I offend your Highness.

Duke. Thus do all traitors;
If their purgation did consist in words,
They are as innocent as grace

itself : Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not.

Rof. Yet your miftruft cannot make me a traitor; Tell me wherein 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; Treason is not inherited, my Lord;

a

Or if we did derive it from our friends,
What's that to me ? my father was no traitor :
Then, good my Liege, mistake me not so much,
To think my poverty is treacherous.

Cel. Dear Sovereign, hear me speak.

Duke. Ay, Celia, we but staid her for your fake ;
Else had the with her father rang'd along.

Cel. I did not then intreat to have her stay;
It was your pleasure, and your own remorse;
I was too young that time to value her ;
But now I know her ; if she be a traitor,
Why so am I; we still have sept together,
Rose at an instant, learn’d, play'd, eat together;
And wheresoe’er we went, like Juno's swans,
Still we went coupled, and inseparable.

Duke. She is too subtle for thee ; and her smooth-
Her very silence and her patience,

[ness,
Speak to the people, and they pity her :
Thou art a fool; she robs thee of thy name,
And thou wilt show more bright, and shine more vir-
When she is gone; then open not thy lips : (tuous,
Firm and irrevocable is

my

doom,
Which I have pass’d upon her; she is banish'd.

Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my Liege;
I cannot live out of her company.

Duke. You are a fool : you, niece, provide yourself;
If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour,
And in the greatness of my word, you die.

[Exeunt Duke, &c

SCEN E X.
Cel. O my poor Rosalind, where wilt thou go?
Wilt thou change fathers ! I will give thee mine :
I charge thee, be not thou more gricv'd than I am.

Rof. I have more cause.

Cel. Thou hast not, cousin :
Pr’ythee, be chearful; know'ít thou not, the Duke
Has banish'd me his daughter ?

Rof. That he hath not.

Cel. No ? hath not ? Rosalind lacks then the love,
Which teacheth me that thou and I am one :
Shall we be funder'd ? fhall we part, sweet girl?