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Duke F. How lost thou, Charles ? Le Beurt. He cannot speak, niy lord. Duke F. Bear him away. (Charles'is borne out.) What is thy name, young man ?
Orl. Orlando, iny liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Bois. Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to some
[Ereunt Duke, Fred. Train, and Le Beau.
Ros. My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul,
Cel. Gentle cousin,
Ros. Gentlemen, [Giving him a chain from liernesk.) Wear this for me, one out of suits with tortune; 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
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown
Cel. Will you go coz?
[Ereunt Rosalind and ('e liu. Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon iny
Re-enter LE BEAU.
Le Beau. Good Sir, I do in friendsbip counsel you
Orl. I thank you, Sir; and, pray you tell me this ;
[Exit Le Beas.
[Ex*. SCENE III.-A Room in the Palace.
Enter CELIA and ROSALIND. 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 upon curs, throw some of them at me ; come, Jame me with reasons.
Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when the one should be lamed with reasons, aud 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; it we walk not in the trod. den 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; it I could cry hem, and have bim.
Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.
Ros. 0, 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 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 bot, 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. Cél. 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.
[haste, Ros. Me, uncle !
Duke F. You, cousin :
Ros. I do beseech your grace, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me : li with myself I hold intelligence, Or have acquaintance with mine own desires ; li that I do not dream, or be not frantic, (As I do trust I am noi), then, dear ancie, Never, so much as in a thought unborn, Did I offend your highness.
Duke F. Thus do all traitors;
Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor :
(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, 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 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 I was too young that time to value her, But now I know her: if she be a traitor, Why so am 1; we still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learn’d, play'd, eat together; : And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Süll 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 ; Pirm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass'd upon her; sbe is banish'd. Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my
liege; I cannot live out of her company.
And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp
Duke s. But what said Jaques ?
I Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similies.
Duke S. Shew me the place;
2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. (Ereunt.