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Ros. My father lov'd sir Rowland as his soul,
Cel. Gentle cousin,
Ros. Gentleman, [Giving him a chain from her neck.
Cel. Ay :-Fare you well, fair gentleman.
Orl. Can I not say, I thank you! My better parts
Cel. Will you go, coz?
[Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon iny
tongue? I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.
Re-enter Le Beau.
Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
Orl. I thank you, sir : and, pray you, tell me this ; Which of the two was daughter of the duke, That here was at the wrestling? Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by man
ners ; But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter: The other is daughter to the banish'd duke, And here detain’d by her usurping uncle, To keep his daughter company; whose loves Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters. But I can tell you, that of late this duke Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece; Grounded upon no other argument, 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 you well; 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;
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 two 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 this all for your father?
Ros. No, some of it for my child's father: 0, 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 beart.
Cel. Hem them away.
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.
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.
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. Me, uncle ?
Duke F. You, cousin :
Ros. I do beseech your grace,
Duke F. Thus do all traitors;
If their purgation did consist in words,
Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor :
enough. .. Ros. So was I, when your highness took his duke
Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak.
Duke F. Ay, Celia ; we stay'd her for your sake, Else bad she with her father rang’d along.
Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay,