Re-enter LE BEAU. O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown: Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. That he misconstrues all that you have done. More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of. Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners; But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter: But that the people praise her for her virtues, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. SCENE III-A Room in the Palace. Enter CELIA and ROSALIND. [Exit. Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind! -Cupid have mercy!-Not a word? Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away apon curs, throw some of them at me; come, lanie ine with reasons. Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other mad without any. Cel. But is all this for your father? Ros. No, some of it for my child's father: O, how full of briers is this working-day world! Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holyday foolery; if we walk not in the trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them. Ros. I could shake them off my coat; these burs are in my heart. Cel. Hem them away. Ros. I would try; if I could ery hem, and have him. Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself. Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in time, iu despite 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? Ros. The duke my father loved 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. Ros. No, 'faith; hate him not, for my sake. Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deserve well? Ros. 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. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords. Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with your safest And get you from our court. Ros. Duke F. [haste, Me, uncle? You, cousin Within these ten days if that thon be'st found Thou diest for it. Ros. I do beseech your grace, Or have acquaintance with mine own desires; (As I do trust I am not,) then, dear uncle, Duke F. Thus do all traitors: If their purgation did consist in words, They are as innocent as grace itself.- Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor: Tell me whereon the likelihood depends. [enough. Or, if we did derive it from our friends, Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. Duke F. Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your sake, Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay, 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 F. She is too subtle for thee; and her smooth Her very silence, and her patience, Speak to the people, and they pity her. Thou art a fool: she robs thee of thy name; [uess, And thou wilt shew more bright, and seem more virWhen she is gone: then open not thy lips; Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd. [tuous, Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my lege; I cannot live out of her company. Duke F. You are a fool. You, niece, provide yourIf you out-stay the time, upon mine honour, And in the greatness of my word, you die. [self; [Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords. Cel. O my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go? Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am. Ros. I have more cause. Cel. Thou hast not, cousin; Prythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke Hath banish'd me, his daughter? Ros. That he hath not. Cel. No? hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love Which teacheth thee, that thou and I am one: Shall we be sunder'd? shall we part, sweet girl? No; let my father seek another heir. Cel. To seek my uncle. Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, Ros. Were it not better, A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my heart That do outface it with their semblances. Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a man? Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page, And therefore look you call me, Ganymede. But what will you be called? Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state; No longer Celia, but Aliena. Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal 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; And get our jewels and our wealth together; To hide us from pursuit, that will be made [Exeunt. АСТ 11. SCENE I.-The Forest of Arden. Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, and other Lords, in the dress of Foresters. Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Ami. I would not change it: Happy is your grace, Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Should, in their own confines, with forked heads 1 Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; |