And pity her for her good father's fake; I fhall defire more love and knowledge of you. [Exit, Orla. I reft much bounden to you: fare ye well! Thus muft I from the smoke into the fmother; From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother: But, heavenly Rofalind! [Exit, Cel. Why, coufin; why, Rofalind ;-Cupid have mercy!-not a word? Rof. Not one to throw at a dog. Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be 'caft away upon curs; throw fome of them at me; come, lame me with reafons. Rof. Then there were two coufins laid up; when the one should be lam'd with reasons, and the other mad without any. Cel. But is all this for your father? Rof. No, fome of it is for my child's father. Oh, how full of briars is this working-day world! Cel. They are but burs, coufin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery; if we walk not in the trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them. Rof. I could thake them off my coat; these burs are in my heart. 4 Cel. Hem them away. for my father's child.] The old editions have it, for my child's father, that is, as it is explained by Mr. Theobald, for my future bufband. JOHNSON. Rf Rof. I would try; if I could cry, hem, and have him. Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. Rof. O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself. Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in time, in defpight of a fall.-But turning these jefts out of fervice, let us talk in good earneft. Is it poffible on fuch a fudden you should fall into fo ftrong a liking with old fir Rowland's youngest son? 5 Roj. The Duke my father lov'd his father dearly. Cel. Doth it therefore enfue, that you fhould love his fon dearly? By this kind of chafe, I fhould hate him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando. Rof. No, faith, hate him not, for my fake. Enter Duke, with lords. Rof. 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. Duke. Miftrefs, difpatch you with And get you from our court. Duke. You, cousin : your safest hafte, Within thefe ten days if that thou be'ft found Rof. I do befeech your grace, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me: 5 by this kind of chafe,] That is, by this way of fellowing the argument. Dar is ufed by Shakespeare in a double fenfe, for beloved, and for burtful, hated, bale ul. Both fenfes are authorised, and both drawn from etymology, but properly be loved is dear, and hateful is dere. Rofalind ufes dearly in the good, and Celia in the bad fenfe, JOHNSON. If If with myself I hold intelligence, Or have acquaintance with my own defires; Duke. Thus do all traitors; If their purgation did confift in words, Rof. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor : Tell me whereon the likelihood depends. Duke. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's enough. Rof. So was I when your highness took his duke dom; So was I, when your highness banish'd him. Or if we did derive it from our friends, Cel. Dear fovereign, hear me fpeak. Still we went coupled, and infeparable. Duke. She is too fubtle for thee; and her fmoothnefs, Her very filence and her patience, Speak to the people, and they pity her. Thou Thou art a fool: fhe robs thee of thy name; When she is gone. Then open not thy lips: Which I have paft upon her :-She is banish'd. Duke. You are a fool :-You, niece, provide yourfelf; If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour, [Exeunt Duke, &c. Cel. Thou haft not, coufin; Pr'ythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the Duke Has banifh'd me his daughter? Rof. That he hath not. Cel. No? hath not? 7 Rofalind lacks then the love 6 And thou wilt fhow more bright, and SEEM more virtuous,] This implies her to be fome how remarkably defective in virtue which was not the fpeaker's thought. The poet doubtlefs wrote, -and SHINE more virtuous. i. e. her virtues would appear more fplendid, when the luftre of her coufin's was away. WARBURTON. The plain meaning of the old and true reading is, that when she was feen alone, fhe would be more noted. JOHNSON. 7 Rofalind lacks then the love Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one.] The poet certainly wrote-which teacheth ME. For if Rofalind had learnt to think Celia one part of herfelf, fhe could not lack that love which Celia complains fhe does. WARBURTON. Either reading may ftand. The fenfe of the established text is not remote or obfcure. Where would be the abfurdity of faying, You know not the law which teaches you to do right. JOHNSON. Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one. Cel. To feek my uncle in the foreft of Arden. Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, Rof. Were it not better, Because that I am more than common tall, A boar fpear in my hand; and (in my heart I As many other mannith cowards have, That do outface it with their femblances. Cel. What fhall I call thee, when thou art a man? Roft I'll have no worfe a name than Jove's own page; And therefore, look, you call me, Ganimed. 8 take your change upon you,] In all the later editions, from Mr. Rowe's to Dr. Warburton's, change is altered to charge, without any reafon. JOHNSON. 9 curtle-axe, or cutlace, a broad fword. I'll have] Sir T. Hanmer, for we'll have. JOHNSON. JOHNSON. But |