And pity her for her good father's fake; you well! I fhall defire more love and knowledge of you. [Exit. [Exit. SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace. Enter CELIA and ROSALIND. 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 some of them at me! come, lame me with reasons. Rof Then there were two coufins laid up; when the one fhould be lam'd with reafons, and the other mad without any. Cel But is all this for your father? Rof No, fome 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 are in my heart. Cel. Hem them away. 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 myfelf. Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in time, in defpite of a fall;but turning thefe 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 Sir Rowland's younger fon? Rof. Rof. The Duke my father lov'd his father dearly. Cel. Doth it therefore enfue, that you should love his fon dearly; by this kind of chase, 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. Cel. Why fhould I? doth he not deserve well? 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 your safest hafte, And get you from our court. Rof. Me, uncle! Duke. You, coufin. Within thefe ten days if that thou be'st found Rof. I do befeech your Grace, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me : Or have acquaintance with my own defires; Duke. Thus do all traitors; If their purgation did consist in words, Rof. Yet your mistrust 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; Treason is not inherited, my lord; Or if we did derive it from our friends, Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much, Cel. Dear Sovereign, hear me fpeak. Duke. Ay, Celia, we but ftaid her for your fake; Elfe had the with her father rang'd along. Cel. Cel. I did not then entreat to have her flay; Duke. She is too fubtle for thee; and her smoothness, Her very filence and her patience, Speak to the people, and they pity her: Thou art a fool; fhe robs thee of thy name, And thou wilt fhow more bright, and seem more virtuous, When fhe is gone; then open not thy lips: Firm and irrevocable is my doom, Which I have pafs'd upon her; fhe is banish'd. Cel. Pronounce that fentence then on me, my liege; I cannot live out of her company. Duke. You are a fool: you, neice, provide yourself; If you out-ftay the time, upon mine honour, And in the greatnefs of my word, you die. [Exeunt DUKE, &c. Cel. O my poor Rofalind; where wilt thou go? Wilt thou change fathers! I will give thee mine: I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am. Rof. I have more cause. Cel. Thou hast not, cousin; Pr'ythee, be cheerful; know'ft thou not, the Duke Rof. That he hath not. Cel. No? hath not? Rofalind lacks then the love, Therefore devife with me, how we may fly; Cel. To feek my uncle in the foreft of Arden. Maids as we are, to travel forth fo far! Rof. Were't not better, Because that I am more than common tall, A boar-fpear in my hand, (and in my heart That do outface it with their semblances. Cel. What fhall I call thee, when thou art a man? Rof. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page: And therefore, look, you call me Ganimed; But what will you be call'd? Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state: No longer Celia, but Aliena. Rof. But, coufin, what if we affaid to steal The clownish fool out of your father's court? Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me, And get our jewels and our wealth together; To hide us from purfuit that will be made [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE, ARDEN FOREST. Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, and two or three Lords like Foresters. DUKE Jenior. OW, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, NOW Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Ami. I would not change it; happy is your Grace, Into fo quiet and fo fweet a ftyle. Duke Sen. Come, fhall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this defert city, Should in their own confines, with forked heads 1 Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; you; To |