That here were at the wrestling? Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners ; But that the people praise her for her virtues, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. Orl. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well. 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 is for my father's child. (28) O, how full of briers 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. 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(29) a liking with old Sir Roland'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? doth he not deserve well?(30) 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, dispatch you with your safest haste,(31) 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; Never so much as in a thought unborn Duke F Thus do all traitors: If their purgation did consist in words, Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor : Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter; there's enough. 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; Still we went coupled and inseparable. Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness, 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 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: If you outstay the time, upon mine honour, And in the greatness of my word, you die. [Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords. Cel. O my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go? Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. Cel. Thou hast not, cousin; Prithee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke Hath banish'd me, his daughter? Ros. That he hath not. Cel. No, hath not ?(32) Rosalind lacks, then, the love Which teacheth me(33) that thou and I am one: Shall we be sunder'd? shall we part, sweet girl? No: let my father seek another heir. Therefore devise with me how we may fly, Whither to go, and what to bear with us: And do not seek to take the charge upon you,' To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out; For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee. Ros. Why, whither shall we go? (34) Cel. To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden. Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, Ros. A boar-spear in my hand; and-in my heart That do outface it with their semblances. Cel. What shall I call thee when thou art a man? Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page; And therefore look you call me Ganymede. But what will you be call'd? Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state; No longer Celia, but Aliena. Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; And get our jewels and our wealth together; To hide us from pursuit that will be made [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. The Forest of Arden. Enter Duke senior, AMIENS, and other Lords, in the dress of foresters. Duke S. Now, my co-mates and brothers in exíle, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head : And this our life, exempt from public haunt, |