Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune; Cel. Ay.-Fare you well, fair gentleman. Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts Are all thrown down, and that which here stands up, Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block. Ros. He calls us back; my pride fell with my fortunes; I'll ask him what he would. - Did you call, sir?— Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown Cel. Ros. Have with you. Will you go, coz? Fare you well. [Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA.. Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue? I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference. Re-enter LE BEAU. O poor Orlando! Thou art overthrown; Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of. 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! [Exit LE BEAU. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother.- SCENE III. A Room in the Palace. Enter CELIA and ROSALIND. [Exit. 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 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. 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. 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? 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. Ro8. Duke F. Me, uncle? You, cousin; Within these ten days if that thou be'st found Ros. I do beseech your grace, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me. Or have acquaintance with mine own desires; Duke F. Thus do all traitors; If their purgation did consist in words, 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 banished 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. Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. Duke F. Ay, Celia; we stayed her for your sake, Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay; Rose at an instant, learned, played, ate 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, Which I have passed upon her; she is banished. I cannot live out of her company. Duke F. You are a fool.-You, niece, provide yourself; If you outstay the time, upon mine honor, And in the greatness of my word, you die. [Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK and Lords. Cel. Ros. That he hath not. Cel. No? Hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love Therefore devise with me how we may fly, Cel. To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden. Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, Ros. VOL. I. — 38 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 called? Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state; No longer Celia, but Aliena. Ros. But, cousin, what if we assayed to steal Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; 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 dres of Foresters. Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exíle, Here feel we not the penalty of Adam, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,- Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Ami. I would not change it. Happy is your grace, |