Duke. [Advancing, c.] No more, no mɔre. Orl. (c.) Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not well breathed. Duke. How dost thou, Charles? Touch. He cannot speak, my lord. Duke. Bear him away.-What is thy name, young man? Orl. Orlando, my liege: the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys. Duke. I would thou hadst been son to some man else! The world esteemed thy father honourable, But I did find him still mine enemy: I would thou hadst told me of another father! [Rosalind and Celia stand, R.-Exit Duke, with his Train, L. Orl. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son, His youngest son -and would not change that calling, To be adopted heir to Frederick. [Retires back, L. c. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this? Ros. My father loved Sir Rowland as his soul, And all the world was of my father's mind: Had I before known this young man his son, I should have given tears unto entreaties. Ere he should thus have ventured. Cel. Gentle cousin, Let us go thank him, and encourage him; well deserved: If you do keep your promises in love, But justly, as you have exceeded promise, Your mistress shall be happy. Ros. Gentleman, [Giving him a Chain from her Neck. Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune; That could give more, but that her hand lacks means. Shall we go, coz ? Cel. Ay-Fare you well, fair gentleman! [Going. Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts Are all thrown down; and that, which here stands up, Is but a quaintaine, a mere lifeless block. Ros. [Going, R.] He calls us back. [Stops.] My pride fell with my fortunes; I'll ask him what he would. [Returning.] Did you call, sir? Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown More than your enemies. Cel. (R. S. E.) Will you go, coz? Ros. (R.) Have with you.-Fare you well! [Exeunt Rosalind and Celia, R. Orl. [Advances, c.] What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue! I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference. Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee. Enter LE BEau, L. Le Beau. (L.) Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you That he misconstrues all that you have done. More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of. Orl. (R. C.) 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: But that the people praise her for her virtues, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. Thus must I, from the smoke into the smother; [Exit, L. SCENE IV.-An Apartment in the Palace. Enter CELIA and ROSALIND, r. Cel. (R. C.) Why, cousin; why, Rosalind; Cupid have mercy!-Not a word? Ros. (L. c.) 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.-But is all this for your father? Ros. No, some of it is for my father's child. Oh, how full of briars is this working-day world! Cel. They are but burrs, 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 burrs are in my heart. Cel. Hem them away. Ros. I would try, if I could cry hem, and have him. Ros. Oh, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself. [Crosses, R. Cel. (L.) Oh, a good wish upon you!-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 for 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? doth he not deserve well? Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love him, because I do. Cel. Ha! here comes the duke, anger. with his eyes full of [Crosses to Rosalind. 19 Enter DUKE FREDERICK, EUSTACE, LOUIS, and GENTLE MEN, L. Duke. (c.) Mistress, despatch you with your safest haste, And get you from our court! Ros. Me, uncle? Duke. You, cousin : Within these ten days, if that thou be'st found Thou diest for it! Ros. [Advances and kneels.] I do beseech your grace, Let the knowledge of my fault bear with me! If with myself I hold intelligence, Or have acquaintance with my own desires; Duke. Thus do all traitors; If their purgation did consist in words, Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor. Duke. (L. c.) Thou art thy father's daughter, there's enough. Ros. [Rising.] So was I, when your highness took his dukedom; So was I, when your highness banished him. Or, if we did derive it from our friends, Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak! [Advances to Duke. Duke. Ay, Celia; we but stayed her for your sake; Else had she with her father ranged along. Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay,- Why, so am I; we still have slept together, Still we went coupled, and inseparable. Duke. She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness, Her very silence, and her patience, Speak to the people, and they pity her: Then open not thy lips; Firm, and irrevocable, in my doom Which I have passed upon her-she is banished. Cel. Pronounce that sentence, then, on me, my liege; I cannot live out of her company. Duke. You are a fool !-You, niece, provide yourself; If you outstay the time, upon mine honour, And in the greatness of my word, you die! [Exeunt Duke, &c., L. Cel. (R.) Oh, my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go? Wilt thou change fathers?—I will give thee mine. I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am. Ros. (R.) I have more cause. Cel. Thou hast not, cousin ; Pr'ythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke Ros. That he hath not. Cel. No! hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love Therefore devise with me, how we may fly, [Crossing, L. Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire: Ros. Were it not better, Because that I am more than common tall, |