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treat him to a second, that have so 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.

Rof: Now Hercules be thy speed, young man!

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

[Tkey wrifle. Rof. O excellent young man !

Cel. If I bad a thunderbolt in nine 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. Orlardo, my Liege, the youngest son of Sir
Rowland de Boys.

Duke. I would thou hadít been fon to some man else!
The world cíteem'd thy father honourable,
But I did find him still mine enemy :
Thou should'st have better pleis’d me with this deed,
Hadít 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.

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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 ;

-my better


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.

Cel. 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-
I'll ask hiin 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.

[Exennt Ror. and Cel. Orla. What passion hangs these weights upon my

I cannot speak to her; yet the urg'd conference,

Enter Le Beu.
Orlando ! thou art overthrown;
Or Charles, or fomething weaker, masters thee,

Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place. Albeit you have deserv'd
High commendation, true applause, and love;
Yet such is now the Duke's condition,
That he misconftrues 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 usurping uncle To keep his daughter company; whose loves

O poor

Are dearer than the natural bond of Gifters.
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 delire more love and knowledge of you. [Exit;

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



Changes to an apartment in the palace.

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

Rof. Not one to throw at a dog.

Cei. 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 should be lam’d with reasons, and the other mad

without any.

Cel. But is all this for


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, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday fcolery; 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.

Gel. 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 wrefler than myself. VoL, II.



you love him

Cel. O, a good with upon you ! you will try in time, in defpight of a fall;—but, turning these jests 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 son ?

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 chafe I should hate him for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando. Rof. No, faith, hate him not, for


fake. Cel. Why should I? doth he not deserve well ? SCE NE IX. Enter Duke, with Lords.

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

Cel. With his eyes full of anger.

Duke. Mistress, dispatch you with your safeft 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 defires ;
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;

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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
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 Nept together,
Rofe 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 smoothHer very silence and her patience,

[ness, Speak to the people, and they pity her : Thou art a fool; Me robs thee of thy name, And thou wilt show more bright, and shine more virWhen 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, go
Gel. 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'st thou not, the Duke
Has banith'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 ?

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