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Manent Celia, Rosalind, Orlando, Cel. WER TERE I my father, coz, would I do this? Orla. I
am more proud to be Sir Row
land's son, His youngest son, and would not change that calling To be adopted heir to Frederick.
Rof. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his soul, And all the world was of
father's mind : Had I before known this young man his son, I should have giv'n 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 juftly as you have exceeded all in promise, Your mistress shall be happy.
Cel. Ay, fare you well, fair gentleman.
up, * Is but a quintaine; a mere lifeless block. Rof. He calls us back: my pride fell with my for
tunes. * Is but a quintaine, a mere li feless block.) A Quintaine was a Post or Bute set up for several kinds of martial Exercises, against which they threw their Darts and exercised their Arms. The Allufion is beautiful. I am, says Orlando, only a quintaine, a lifeless Block on which Love only Exercises his Arins in Jeft ; the great Disparity of Condition between Rosalind and me, not suffering me to hope that Love will ever make a serious Matter of it. B6
I'll ask him what he would. Did you call, Sir?
your enemies. Cel. Will you go, coz? Rof. Have with
[Exeunt Rös. and Cel. Orla. What passion hangs these weights upon my
tongue ? I cannot speak to her; yet she urg'd conference.
Enter Le Beu.
Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsel you
Orla. I thank you, Sir; and, pray you, tell me
Which of the two was Daughter of the Duke
that of late this Duke
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
well! Thus muft I from the smoke into the smother; From tyrant Duke, unto a tyrant
brother: But, heav'nly Rosalind!
[Exit. S CE N E VIII. Changes to an Apartment in the Palace.
Re-enter Celia and Rosalind. Cel. HY, Cousin; why, Rosalind; Cupid
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, lame me with reasons. Rof. Then there were two Cousins laid
when the one should be lam'd 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. 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 shake them off my coat; these burs my
heart. Cel. Hem them
away: Ros. 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 upon you! you will
in time, in despight of a Fall ;—but turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest: is it poffible on such a sudden you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest son ?
full of anger.
Rof. 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 chale, I should haie him; for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando. Rof. No, faith, hate him not, for my.
fake. Cel. Why should I ? doth he not deserve well?
Enter Duke, with Lords.
you him, because I do. Look, here comes the
Duke. Cel. With his
eyes Duke. Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste, And get you from our Court.
Rof. Me Uncle !
Duke, You, Cousin.
Duke. Thus do all traitors;
your miftrust cannot make me a traitor; Tell me wherein the likelihood depends.
Duke. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's enough. Rof. So was I, when your Highness took his Dukedom;
So was I, when your Highness banish'd him;
Cel. Dear Sovereign, hear me speak.
Duke. Ay, Celia, we but staid her for your fake; 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 ftill have slept together, Rose at an instant, learn'd, play d, eat together; And wheresoe'er we went, like funo's Swans, Still we went coupled, and inseparable. [ness,
Duke. She is too subtle for thee; and her smooth-
Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my Liege; I cannot live out of her company.
Duke. You are a fool: you, Neice, provide yourself; If you out-stay the time, upon mine Honour, And in the Greatness of
my word, you
Exeunt Duke, &c.
My poor Rosalind; where wilt thou go?
`mine: I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am.