Duke F. How dost thou, Charles? Le Bean. He cannot speak, my lord. Duke F. Bear him away. [Charles is borne out.] What is thy name, young man? Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Bois. Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to some man else! The world esteem'd thy father honourable, But I did find him still mine enemy: Thou shouldst have better pleased me with this deed, Hadst thou descended from another house. [Exeunt Duke, Fred. Train, and Le Beau. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this? Orl. 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. Ros. My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul, Cel. Gentle cousin, Let us go thank him, and encourage him: Sticks me at heart.-Sir, you have well deserved: But justly, as you have exceeded promise, Ros. Gentlemen, [Giving him a chain from her neck.] Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune; That could give more, but that her hand lacks means. Shall we go, coz? Cel. Ay-Fare you well, fair gentleman. Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts Are all thrown down; and that which here stands up, Is but a quintain +, a mere lifeless block. Ros. He calls us back: my pride fell with my fortunes; I'll ask him what he would :-Did you call, Sir? • Appellation. + The object to dart at in martial exercises. Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown Cel. Will you go coz? Ros. Have with you :-Fare you well. [Exeunt Rosalind and Ce lia. Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue? I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference, O poor Orlando! Thou art overthrown; 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. Cel. Why, cousin; why, Rosalind ;-Cupid have mercy!-Not a word? • Temper. Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs, throw some of them at me; come, lame me 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: 0, how full of briars 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 cry 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, in despite of a fall.-But, turning these jests out of service let us talk in good earnest: Is it pos sible, 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. Me, uncle! Duke F. You, cousin : [haste, Within these ten days if that thou be'st found Thou diest for it. • Inveterately. Ros. 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 mine own desires; If that I do not dream, or be not frantic, Duke F. Thus do all traitors; If their purgation did consist in words, Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor : Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends. Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's enough. [dukedom; Ros. So was I, when your highness took his So was I, when your highness banish'd him: Treason is not inherited, my lord; 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, Else had she with her father ranged along. Cel. I did not then entreat 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 slept 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 F. She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness, Her very silence, and her patience, Speak to the people, and they pity her. Thou art a fool: she robs thee of thy name; And thou wilt shew more bright, and seem more virtuous, When she is gone: then open not thy lips; Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd. liege; I cannot live out of her company. And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Duke S. But what said Jaques ? 1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similies. To that which had too much-Then, being alone, Duke S. And did you leave him in this contemplation? 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting Upon the sobbing deer. Duke S. Shew me the place; I love to cope him in these sullen fits, For then he's full of matter. 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. • Encounter. [Exeunt. |