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Will suddenly break forth.—Sir, fare you well;
[Exit Le Beau. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; From tyrant duke, unto a tyrant brother:But heavenly Rosalind !
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. Cel. But is all this for
father? Ros. No, some of it is for my child's father: O, how full of briars is this working-day world!
Cel. They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holyday 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
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.
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: Within these ten days if that thou be'st found So near our publick court as twenty miles, Thou diest for it. Ros.
I do beseech your grace,
Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me:
Thus do all traitors;
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 duke
Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak.
Duke F. Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your sake, Else had she 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, Rose at an instant, learn’d, play'd, eat together;
And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans,
virtuous, When she is gone: then open not thy lips; Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass’d upon her; she is banish’d. Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my
liege; I cannot live out of her company. Duke F. You are a fool:-You, niece, provide
yourself; If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour, And in the greatness of my word, you die.
[Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords.
Ros. I have more cause.
Thou hast not, cousin;
That he hath not. Cel. No? hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one: Shall we be sunder'd? shall we part, sweet girl? No; let my father seek another heir.
Therefore devise with me, how we may fly,
Ros. Why, whither shall we go?
To seek my uncle.
Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,
Were it not better,
Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a man? Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own
, And therefore look you call me, Ganymede. But what will you be callid?
Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state; No longer Celia, but Aliena.
Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal