Duke. No more, no more. [Charles is thro Orla. Yes, I beseech your Grace I am not yet breathed. Duke. How doft thou, Charles? Le Beu. He cannot speak, my Lord. Duke. Bear him away. What is thy name, yo man ? Orla. Orlando, my liege, the youngest fon of Rowland de Boys. Duke. I would, thou hadst been son to some man el The world éfteem'd thy Father honourable, But I did find him still mine enemy: Thou should't have better pleas'd me with this deed, But fare thee well, thou art a gallant youth; [Exit Duke, with his trai Manent Celia, Rofalind, Orlando. Cel: Were I my father, coz, would I do this? Orla. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's fon, His youngest fon, and would not change that calling To be adopted heir to Frederick. Rof. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his foul, Cel. Gentle Coufin, Let us go thank him and encourage him; If you do keep your promifes in love, But juftly as you have exceeded all in promife, Rof. Gentleman, Wear this for me; one out of fuits with fortune, That could give more, but that her hand lacks means. Shall we AS YOU LIKE IT. Orla. Can I not fay, I thank you? parts 277 my better Are all thrown down; and that, which here ftands up, Is but a quintaine, a meer lifeless block. Rof. He calls us back: my pride fell with my for tunes. I'll ask him what he would. Did you call, Sir? Sir, you have wrestled well, Cel. Will you go, coz? and overthrown Rof. Have with you: fare you well. [Exeunt Rof. and Cel. Orla. What paffion hangs these weights upon my tongue ? I cannot speak to her; yet fhe urg'd conference. poor Enter Le Beu. Orlando! thou art overthrown ; Or Charles, or fomething weaker, mafters thee. Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsel you To leave this place. Albeit you have deferv'd High commendation, true applaufe, and love; Yet fuch is now the Duke's condition, That he misconftrues all that you have done. The Duke is humorous; what he is, indeed, More fuits you to conceive, than me to speak of. Orla. 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 Beu. Neither his daughter, if we judge by man ners; But yet, indeed, the shorter is his daughter; And And pity her for her good father's fake; [Exit. I fhall defire more love and knowledge of you. [Exit. SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace. Re-enter Celia and Rofalind. Cel. Why, Coufin; why, Rofalind; 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 some of them at me; come, lame me. with reasons. Rof. Then there were two Coufins laid up; when the one fhould 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 Child's father. Oh, how full of briers 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 fhake 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 my felf. 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 earneft: is it poffible on fuch a fudden you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest son? Rof AS YOU LIKE IT.. 279 Rof. The Duke my father lov'd his father dearly. Cel. Doth it therefore enfue, that you fhould love his fon dearly? by this kind of chafe, I fhould 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 fhould I? doth he not deferve well?? Enter Duke, with Lords. Rof. 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. Duke. Miftrefs, dispatch you with your safest hafte, And get you from our Court, Rof. Me, Uncle! Duke. You, Coufin. Within these ten days if that thou be'st found Rof. I do befeech your Grace, Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me: Or have acquaintance with my own defires; Duke. Thus do all traitors; If their purgation did confift in words, Rof. Yet your miftruft cannot make me a traitor; Duke. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's enough. Rof. So was I, when your Highness took his DukeSo was I, when your Highness banish'd him ; [dom; Treafon is not inherited, my lord; Or if we did derive it from our friends, What's that to me? my father was no traitor : T To think my poverty is treacherous. Duke. Ay, Celia, we but ftaid her for your fake; Elfe had the with her father rang'd along. Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay ; Duke. She is too fubtle for thee; and her fmoothness, Her very filence and her patience, Speak to the people, and they pity her: Thou art a fool; fhe robs thee of thy name, And thou wilt fhow more bright, and feem more vir tuous, When the is gone; then open not thy lips: Firm and irrevocable is my doom, Which I have paft upon her; fhe is banifh'd. Cel. Pronounce that fentence then on me, my Liege; : I cannot live out of her company. Duke. You are a fool: you, Neice, provide your felf If you out-flay the time, upon mine Honour, And in the Greatness of my word, you die. [Exeunt Duke, &c. Cel. O my poor Rofalind; 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. I have more cause. Cel. Thou haft not, coufin; Pr'ythee, be cheerful; know'ft thou not, the Duke Rof. That he hath not. Cel. No.? hath not? (3) Rofalind lacks then the love, (3) Rofalind lacks then the Love, Which Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one] Tho' this be the Reading of all the printed Copies, 'tis evident, the Poet wrote; |