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Ros. My father lov'd sir Rowland as his soul,
And all the world was of my father's mind :
Had I before known this young man his son,
I should have given him tears unto entreaties,
Ere he should thus have ventur'd.
Cel. Gentle cousin,
Let us go thank him, and encourage him :
My father's rough and envious disposition
Sticks me at heart.-Sir, you have well deserv’d:
If you do keep your promises in love,
But justly, as you have exceeded promise,
Your mistress shall be happy.
Ros. Gentleman, [Giving him a chain from her neck.
Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune;
That could give more, bụt 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
fortunes : I'll ask him what he would :-Did you call, sir?-Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown More than your enemies.
Cel. Will you go, coz ?
Ros. Have with you :-Fare you well.
[Exeunt RosaLIND and Celia. Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon iny
tongue ? I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.
Re-enter LE BEAU.
O poor Orlando ! thou art overthrown;
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.
Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place: Albeit you have deserv'd
High commendation, true applause, and love;
Yet such is now the duke's condition,
That he misconstrues all that you have done.
The duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,
More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of.
Orl. I thank you, sir : and, pray you, tell me this ;
Which of the two was daughter of the duke,
That here was at the wrestling ?
Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by man-
But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter:
The other is daughter to the banish'd duke,
And here detain’d by her usurping uncle,
To keep his daughter company; whose loves
Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters.
But I can tell you, that of late this duke
Hath ta’en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece ;
Grounded upon no other argument,
But that the people praise her for her virtues,
And pity her for her good father's sake;
And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady
Will suddenly break forth.—Sir, fare you well;
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
Orl. I rest much bounden to you:
Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;
From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother :
But heavenly Rosalind !
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 two 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
when the one should be lamed with reasons, and the other mad
Cel. But is this all for your father?
Ros. No, some of it for my child's father: O, how full of briars 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 beart.
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 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 lov'd 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 :
Within these ten days if that thou be'st found
So near our publick court as twenty miles,
Thou diest for it.
Ros. I do beseech your grace,
LO 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 frantick,
(As I do trust I am not,) then, dear uncle,
Never, so much as in a thought unborn,
Did I offend your highness.
Duke F. Thus do all traitors;
If their purgation did consist in words,
They are as innocent as grace itself:-
Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not.
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
Ros. So was I, when your highness took his duke-
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 rang'd 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 smooth-
Her very silence, and her patience,
Speak to the people, and they pity her.
Thou art a fool: she robs thee of thy name;