I should have given him tears unto entreaties, Cel. Gentle cousin, But justly, as you have exceeded promise, Ros. Wear this for me; means. Shall we go, coz? Cel. Gentleman, [Giving him a chain from her neck. one out of suits with fortune; more, but that her hand lacks 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 my fortunes: I'll ask him what he would:Did you call, sir ?— Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown More than your enemies. Cel. Ros. Have with you : Will you go, coz. :-Fare you [Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA. Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my 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 That he misconstrues all that you have done. Orl. I thank you, sir: and, pray you, tell me this; Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners; But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter: But that the people praise her for her virtues, fare you well; Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. [Exit LE BEAU. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; [Exit. 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 too 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 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 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 heart. 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. 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 haste, And get you from our court. Ros. Duke F Me, uncle? You, cousin: Within these ten days if that thou be'st found Ros. I do beseech your grace, Or have acquaintance with mine own desires; Duke F. Thus do all traitors; If their purgation did consist in words, 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 enough. Ros. So was I, when your highness took his duke dom; So was I, when your highness banish'd him: Treason is not inherited, my lord; Or, if we did derive it from our friends, 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, 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; Still we went coupled, and inseparable. Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her smooth ness, 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; I cannot live out of her company. Duke F. You are a fool:-You, niece, provide yourself; |