Hereafter, in a better world than this,

I shall defire more love and knowledge of you. [Exit.
Orla. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well!

Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;
From tyrant Duke, unto a tyrant brother:
But, heav'nly Rosalind!

SCENE

VIII.

Changes to an Apartment in the Palace.

Re-enter Celia and Rosalind.

Gel.

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HY, Coufin;

[Exit.

why, Rosalind; Cupid

have mercy; not a word!

Rof. Not one to throw at a dog.

Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be caft away upon curs, throw fome of them at me; come, lame me with reafons.

Rof. Then there were two Cousins laid up; when the one should be lam'd with Reasons, and the other mad without any.

Cel. But is all this for your father?

Rof. No, fome of it is for my father's Child. Oh, how full of briars is this working-day-world!

Cel. They are but burs, coufin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery; if we walk not in the trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them.

Rof. I could shake them off my coat; these burs are in my heart.

Cel. Hem them away.

Rof. I would try, if I could cry, hem, and have him.

Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.

Rof. O, they take the part of a better Wrestler than myfelf.

Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in time, in despight of a Fall ;-but turning these jefts out of fervice, let us talk in good earnest: is it poffible on fuch a fudden you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest fon?

Rof.

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Rof. The Duke my father lov'd his father dearly. Cel. Doth it therefore ensue, that you should love his fon dearly? by this kind of chase, I should hate him; for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando.

Rof. No, faith, hate him not, for my fake.
Cel. Why should I? doth he not deferve well?

Rof.

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Enter Duke, with Lords.

ET 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.
Duke. Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste,

And get you from our Court.
Rof. Me Uncle!

Duke, You, Coufin.

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

Rof. I do befeech your Grace,

Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me:
If with myself I hold intelligence,

Or have acquaintance with my own desires; a
If that I do not dream, or be not frantic,
(As I do truft, I am not,) then, dear Uncle, fos
Never so much as in a thought unborn
Did I offend your Highness.

Duke. Thus do all traitors;

If their purgation did confift in words, 10
They are as innocent as grace itself:dOMA
Let it fuffice thee, that I trust thee not.

Rof. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor;
Tell me wherein the likelihood depends.
Duke. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's enough.
Rof. So was I, when your Highness took his Duke-

So

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 fpeak.
Duke. Ay, Celia, we but ftaid her for your sake;
Else had the 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,
Rofe at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together;
And wherefoe'er we went, like Juno's Swans,

Still we went coupled, and infeparable.

[ness,

Duke. She is too fubtle for thee; and her fmooth

Her very filence and her patience;

Speak to the people, and they pity her:

Thou art a fool; the robs thee of thy name,

And thou wilt show more bright, and shine more

virtuous,

When she is gone; then open not thy lips:
Firm and irrevocable is my doom,

Which I have past upon her; the is banish'd.

Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my Liege;
I cannot live out of her company.

Duke. You are a fool: you, Neice, provide yourself;
If you out-stay the time, upon mine Honour,
And in the Greatness of my word, you die.

Gel.

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[Exeunt Duke, &c.

SCENE X.

My poor Rofatind; where wilt thou go?

Wilt thou change fathers! I will give thee

mine:

I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am.

Rof. Rof. I have more cause.

Cel. Thou haft not, coufin;

Pr'ythee, be cheerful; know'st thou not, the Duke

Has banish'd me his daughter?

Rof. That he hath not.

Cel. No? hath not? Rofalind lacks then the love,
Which teacheth me that thou and I am one:
Shall we be fundred? shall we part, sweet Girl?
No, let my father feek another heir.
Therefore devise with me, how we may fly;
Whither to go, and what to bear with us;8
And do not feek to take your charge upon you,
To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out:
For by this heav'n, now at our forrows pale,
Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee.
Rof. Why, whither shall we go?
Cel. To feek my Uncle in the foreft of Arden.
Rof. Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Maids as we are, to travel forth fo far!
Beauty provoketh thieves fooner than gold.

Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,
And with a kind of umber smirch my face;
The like do you; so shall we pass along,
And never ftir affailants.

Rof. Were't not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did fuit me all points like a man?
A gallant Curtle-ax upon my thigh,
A boar-spear in my hand, and (inmy heart
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will)
We'll have a fwashing and a martial outside, Lil
As many other mannish Cowards have,
That do outface it with their semblances.

Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a man?
Rof. I'll have no worfe a name than Jove's own

Page;

And therefore, look, you call me Ganimed;
But what will you be call'd ?

Cel.

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Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state:
No longer Celia, but Aliena.

Rof. But, Coufin, what if we affaid to steal
The clownish Fool out of your father's Court ?
Would he not be a comfort to our travel?

Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me.
Leave me alone to woo him; let's away,
And get our jewels and our wealth together;
Devise the fittest time, and fafeft way!
To hide us from pursuit that will be made
After my flight: now go we in content
To Liberty, and not to Banishment.

[Exeunt.

ACT II. SCENE I.G

theow Arden FOREST.

Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords like

Foresters.

DUKE Senior.c

co-mates and brothers in

Hath not old custom made this life more fweet
Than That of painted Pomp? are not these woods
More free from peril, than the envious Court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The Seafons' difference; as, the icy phang,
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; ki
Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even 'till I shrink with cold, I fmile, and say,
This is no Flattery: these are Counsellors,
That feelingly perfuade me what I am,
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,