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Duke F. How dost thou, Charles ?
Duke F. Bear him away. (Charles'is borne out.) What is thy name, young man ?
Orl. Orlando, iny liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Bois. Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to some
(Exeunt Duke, Fred. Train, and Le Beau. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this? Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son, His youngest son ;-and would not change that call.
Ros. My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul,
Cel. Gentle cousin,
Ros. Gentlemen, [Giving him a chain from herncrk.) Wear this for me, one out of suits with tortune; That could give more, but that her hand lacks
means. Shall we go, coz? 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 t, a mere lifeless block. Ros. He calls us back : my pride fell with my
fortunes ; P'll ask him what he would :-Did you call, Sir ?
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown
Cel. Will you go coz?
(Ereunt Rosalind and Celia, Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon iny
Re-enter LE BEAU.
Le Beau. Good Sir, I do in friendsbip 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 ?
(manners : Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by 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 yon well!
[Exit Le Beox. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother :Bat heavenly Rosalind !
[£a*. 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.
(el. But is all this 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 holyday foolery ; it 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 mot, 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. Cél. With his eyes full of anger.
Enter Duke FREDERICK, uith Lords. Duke 7". Mistress, despatch you with your safest And get you from our court.
[haste, Ros. Me, uncle ! Duke F. You, cousin : Within these ten days if that thou be'st found So near our public court as twenty miles, Thou diest for it,
Ros. I do beseech your grace,
Duke F. Thus do all traitors;
Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor :
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,
And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp
Duke s. But what said Jaques ?
I Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similies. First, for his weeping in the needless stream; Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak'st u testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much :-Then, being alone, Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends; 'Tis right, quoth he ; thus misery doth part The flux of company :- Anon, a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques, Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ; 'T'is just the fashion :- Wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there? Thus most invectively he pierceth through The body of the country, city, court, Yea, and of this our life : swearing, that we Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse, To fright the animals, and to kill them up, In their assign'd and native dwelling place, Duke S. And did you leave him in this contem
plation? 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and com
menting Upon the sobbing deer.
Duke S. Shew me the place; I love to cope * him in these sullen fits, For then he's full of matter. 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. Ereunt.