treat him to a fecond, that have fo mightily perfuaded him from a first. Orla. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mock'd me before; but come your ways. Ref. Now Hercules be thy fpeed, young man! Cel. I would I were invifible, to catch the ftrong fellow by the leg! [They rifle. Ref. O excellent young man! Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who fhould down. Duke. No more, no more. [Shout. [Charles is thrown. Orla. Yes, I beseech your Grace; I am not yet well breathed. Duke. How doft thou, Charles? Le Beu. He cannot fpeak, my Lord. Duke. Bear him away. What is thy name, young man? Orla. Orlando, my Licge, the youngest fon of Sir Rowland de Boys. Duke. I would thou hadst been fon to fome man elfe! The world cfteem'd thy father honourable, But I did find him still mine enemy: Thou should'st have better pleas'd me with this deed, But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth; [Exit Duke, with his train. SCENE VII. Manent Celia, Rofalind, Orlando. Rof. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his foul, Cel. Gentle coufin, Let us go thank him, and encourage him; If you do keep your promifes in love, But juftly as you have exceeded all in promise, Rof. Gentleman, Wear this for me; one out of fuits with fortune, That could give more, but that her hand lacks means. Shall we go, coz ? [Giving him a chain from her neck. Cel. Ay, fare you well, fair Gentleman. Orla. Can I not fay, I thank you?——my better parts Are all thrown down; and that, which here ftands up, Is but a quintaine, a mere lifclefs block. Rof. He calls us back: my pride fell with my for tongue; I cannot speak to her; yet fhe urg'd conference. Enter Le Beu. poor Orlando! thou art overthrown ; Or Charles, or fomething weaker, masters thee, Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counfel you To leave this place. Albeit you have deferv'd High commendation, true applaufe, and love; Yet fuch is now the Duke's condition, That he mifconftrues all that you have done. The Duke is humorous; what he is indeed, More fuits 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 fhorter 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 fifters. But that the people praife her for her virtues, I fhall defire more love and knowledge of you. [Exit, From tyrant Duke, unto a tyrant brother: [Exit Changes to an apartment in the palace. Re-enter Celia and Rofalind. Cel. Why, coufin; why, Rofalind; Cupid have mercy; not a word! Ref. Not one to throw at a dog. Gel. No, thy words are too precious to be caft away upon curs, throw fome of them at me; come, lame me with reafons. Rof. Then there were two coufins laid up; when the one fhould be lam'd with reafons, and the other mad without any. Cel. But is all this for your father? Rof. No, fome of it is for my father's child. Oh, how full of briars is this working-day-world! Cel. They are but burs, coufin, 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 myself. " will try in time, Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you in defpight of a fall;-but, turning thefe jefts out of fervice, let us talk in good earneft: is it poffible on fuch a fudden you should fall into fo ftrong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest fon? Rof. The Duke my father lov'd his father dearly. Cel. Doth it therefore enfue that you should love his fon 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 fhould I? doth he not deferve well? SCENE IX. Enter Duke, with Lords. 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, dispatch you with your fafeft hafte, And get you from our court. Rof. Me, uncle ! Duke. You, coufin. Within these ten days, if that thou be'ft found Thou dieft for it. 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 consist in words, 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 Highnefs took his dukedom; So was I when your Highness banish'd him; Treafon is not inherited, my Lord; Or if we did derive it from our friends, Cel. Dear Sovereign, hear me fpeak. e; fake; Cel. I did not then intreat to have her stay; Still we went coupled, and infeparable. Duke. She is too fubtle for thee; and her fmooth Her very filence and her patience, [nefs, Speak to the people, and they pity her : Thou art a fool; fhe robs thee of thy name, And thou wilt fhow more bright, and fhine more virWhen she is gone; then open not thy lips : Firm and irrevocable is my doom, Which I have pafs'd upon her; fhe is banish'd. [tuous, Cel. Pronounce that fentence then on me, my Liege; I cannot live out of her company. Duke. You are a fool: you, niece, provide yourself; If you out-ftay the time, upon mine honour, And in the greatnefs of my word, you die. SCENE [Exeunt Duke, &c X. Cel. O my poor Rofalind, where wilt thou go? Cel. Thou haft not, coufin: Pr'ythee, be chearful; know'ft thou not, the Duke Rof. That he hath not. Cel. No hath not? Rofalind lacks then the love, Which teacheth me that thou and I am one: Shall we be funder'd ? fhall we part, sweet girl? |