Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece; Grounded upon no other argument,

you

well;

But that the people praise her for her virtues,
And pity her for her good father's sake;
And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady
Will suddenly break forth.-Sir, fare
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.
ORL. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well!
[Exit LE BEAU.
Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;
From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother:-
But heavenly Rosalind!

[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!

my child's father] The father of my children, if ever I have any for him, who has my affections.

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 loved his father dearly.

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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 not? doth he not deserve well?

C

By this kind of chase] By this hunting of consequences. hated dearly] Extremely. See " dearest foe," Haml. I. 2. Haml.

hate him not, for my sake.

Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deserve well] Meaning to be understood by reference to that which had preceded, i. e. upon a principle stated by yourself; " because my father hated his father, does he not well deserve by me to be hated?" while Rosalind, taking the words simply, and without any reference, replies, "Let me love him for that;" i. e. for that he well de

serves.

love

Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you him, because I do:-Look, here comes the duke.

CEL. With his eyes full of

anger.

Within these ten days if that thou be'st found
So near our publick court as twenty miles,
Thou diest for it.

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Ros.
I do beseech your grace,
Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me:
If with myself I hold intelligence,

Or have acquaintance with mine own desires;
If that I do not dream, or be not frantick,
(As I do trust I am not,) then, dear uncle,
Never, so much as in a thought unborn,
Did I offend your highness.

DUKE F.

Thus do all traitors;

If their purgation did consist in words,
They are as innocent as grace itself:-
Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not.

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
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,

What's that to me? my father was no traitor:
Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much,
To think my poverty is treacherous.

CEL. Dear sovereign, hear me speak.

DUKE F. Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your sake,

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 still have slept together, Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together; And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, 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,

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

DUKE F. You are a fool :-You, niece, provide
yourself;

If you out-stay 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?

remorse] Compassion. See Temp. V. 1. Prosp.

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.

That he hath not.

CEL. No? hath not? Rosalind lacks then the

love

Which teacheth thee 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 your change 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?

CEL.

To seek

my uncle. Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, Maids as we are, to travel forth so far? Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

CEL. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,

• Which teacheth thee, &c.] That warmth of feeling, which cannot do less than instruct thee, that, &c. Dr. Johnson offers, as a similar phraseology: you know not the law, which

teaches you to do right."

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take your change upon you]

Encounter this reverse.

For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale] This passage may be interpreted either "by this heaven, or the light of heaven, with its lustre faded in sympathy with our feelings:" or, "for, by this heaven, now we have reached, now we are at the utmost verge or point, in this extremity or crisis of our fate," &c. (for such it was) as this word is used in the Wint. T. IV. 2. Autol.

"For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale."