Enter LE BEAU. O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown; Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. 436 That he misconstrues all that you have done. this; Which of the two was daughter of the duke 449 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, Ciij 450 I shall I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. [Exit. Orla. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well! Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother :— But heavenly Rosalind! [Exit. SCENE III. An Apartment 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. 461 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 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 child's father: Oh, how full of briars is this working-day world! 471 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. Cel. Hem them away. Ros. I would try; if I could cry, hem, and have him. Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. 480 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 despight 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. 492 Ros. No, faith, hate him not, for my sake. Enter Duke, with Lords. 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. Duke. Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste, And get you from our court. Ros. Me, uncle? Duke. You, cousin : Within these ten days if that thou be'st found 500 Ros. Ros. I do beseech your grace, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me: Or have acquaintance with my own desires; Duke. Thus do all traitors; If their purgation did consist in words, 516 Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor : Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends. enough. Ros. 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 sovereign, hear me speak. 520 Duke. Ay, Celia; we but stay'd her for your sake, Else had she with her father rang'd along. 530 Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay, It was your pleasure, and your own remorse; But But now I know her: if she be a traitor, Duke. 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; 540 And thou wilt show more bright, and seem more vir tuous, When she is gone: then open not thy lips; Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have past upon her; she is banish'd. Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my liege; I cannot live out of her company. Duke. You are a fool;-You, niece, provide your self; If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour, 550 [Exeunt Duke, &c. Cel. O my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go? Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am. Ros. I have more cause. Cel. Thou hast not, cousin ; Pr'ythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke Hath banish'd me his daughter? Ros. |