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Cel. O, a good with upon you ! you will try in time, in despight of a fall;-but, turning these jelts out of service, lat us talk in good earneft : is it poflible on such a sudden you should fall into so Itrong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest fon?
Ros. 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 thould hate him; for my
father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando.
1 Ref. No, faith, hate him not for my fake. Cel. Why should I? doth he not deserve well!:))
SCENE IX. Enter Duke, with Lords, Rof. Let me love him for that; and do you love hin because I do.. Look, here comes the Duke.
Cel. With his eyes full of anger.
Duke. Mistress, dispatch you with your fafest halte, And get you from our court.
Rof. Me, uncle !
Duke. You, cousin.
Ros. I do beseech your Grace,
Duke. Thus do all traitors;
Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor ;
Duke. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's enough.
Rós. So was I when your Highness took his dukeSo was I when your Highness banish'd him; [dom; Treaton is not inherited, my Lord;
Or if we did derive it from our friends,
Cel. Dear Sovereign, hear me fpeak.
Duke. She is too subtle for thee; and hier sinoothness, Her very filence and her patience, Speak to the people, and they pity her : Thou art a fool; she robs thee of thy name, And thou wilt show more bright and shine more virtuous, When 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.
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, Oca S CE N E X. Cel. O my poor Rosalind, where wilt thou go? Wilt thou change fathers ! I will give thee mine : I charge thee, be not thou more griev'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 banish'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 : Shail we be sunder'd ? shall we part, sweet girl?
No, let my father seek another heir.
Rof. Why, whither shall we go?
Rof. Alas, what danger will it be to us, Maids as we are, to travel forth so far! beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
Gel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire And with a kind of umber smirch
my The like do you ; so thall we pass along, And never stir assailants.
Rof. Wer't not better,
Gel. What shall I call thee when thou art a man ?
Rof. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page; And therefore look you call me Ganymede. But what will you be call’d?
Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state: No longer Celia, but Aliena.
Rof. But, cousin, what if we assaid to steal
Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me.
Arden forest. Enter Duke senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords like
Duke fenior. NOW..., co-mates, and brothers in
exile, « Hath not old custom made this life more sweet · Than that of painted pomp. are not there woods • More free from peril than the envious court? • Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The season's difference; as, the icy phang,
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; " Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, • Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,
This is no flattery: these are counsellors,
That feelingly persuade me what I am. • Sweet are the uses of adversity, • Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, • Wears yet a precious jewel in his head : • And this our life, exempt from public haunt, • Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, « Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.'
Ami. I would not change it; happy is your Grace,
Duke sen. Come, shall we go, and kill us venison !
i Lord. Indeed, my Lord,
That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,
Duke fen. But what said Jaques ? Did he not moralize this spectacle? i Lord. li
yes, into a thousand fimilies.
Duke fen. Show me the place ;
2 Lord. I'll bring you to him Itraight. [Exeunt.