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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 is for my father's child. O, how full of briers is this working-day world !
Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday 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.
19 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 spite 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.
30 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 haste
Me, uncle ?
You, cousin :
Within these ten days if that thou be'st found
I do beseech your grace,
Thus do all traitors :
Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor :
Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter; there's enough.
Ros. So was I when your highness took his dukedom ;
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;
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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 show more bright and seem 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: 80 I cannot live out of her company.
Duke F. You are a fool. You, niece, provide yourself : If you outstay the time, upon mine honour, And in the greatness of my word, you die.
[Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords.
Ros. I have more cause.
Thou hast not, cousin ;
That he hath not. 90
100 Ros. Why, whither shall we go? Cel. To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden.
Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire
Were it not better,
110 That I did suit me all points like a man? A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh, A boar-spear in my hand ; and in my heart Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will We'll have a swashing and a martial outside, As many other mannish cowards have 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;
Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state ;
Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal
Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me ;
Happy is your grace, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style.
Indeed, my lord,