I should have given him Tears unto Entreaties,
E'er he should thus have ventur'd.

Cel. Gentle Coufin,

Let us go thank him, and encourage him;
My Father's rough and envious Difpofition
Sticks me at Heart. Sir, you have well deferv'd,
If you do keep your Promifes in Love,

But juftly as you have exceeded all in Promife,
Your Mistress fhall be happy.

Rof. Gentleman,

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.

Orla. Can I not fay, I thank you? My better Parts
Are all thrown down, and that which here ftands up
Is but a Quintine, a more liveless Block.

Rof. He calls us back: my Pride fell with my Fortunes, I'll ask him what he would. Did you call Sir?

Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown

More than your Enemies.

Cel. Will you go, Coz?

Rof. Have with you: fare you well. [Ex. Rof. and Cel. Orla. What Paffion hangs thefe Weights upon my Tongue? I cannot speak to her; yet fhe urg'd Conference.

Enter Le Beu.

O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown

Or Charles, or something weaker masters thee.
Le Ben. 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 mifconfters 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 these two was Daughter to the Duke,
That here was at the Wrestling?

Le Bew. Neither his Daughter, if we judge by Manners, But yet indeed the taller is his Daughter;

The other is Daughter to the banish'd Duke,

And

And here detain'd by her ufurping Uncle
To keep his Daughter Company, whofe Loves
Are dearer than the natural Bond of Sifters:
But I can tell you, that of late this Duke
Hath ta'en Difpleasure 'gainst his gentle Neice,
Grounded upon no other Argument,

But that the People praise her for her Virtues,
And pity her for her old Father's fake;
And on my Life his Malice 'gainst the Lady
Will fuddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well,
Hereafter in a better World than this,

I fhall defire more Love and Knowledge of you. '[Exit.
Orla. I reft much bounden to you: Fare you well!

Thus may I from the Smoke into the Smother;

From Tyrant Duke, unto a Tyrant Brother:

But heav'nly Rofalind!

SCENE III.

Enter Celia and Rofalind.

[Exit.

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 fome of them at me; come, lame me with Reafons.

Rof. Then there were two Coufins laid up, when the one fhould be lam'd with Reafons, 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 Bars, Coufin, thrown upon thee in Holiday Foolery; if we walk not in the troden Paths, our very Petticoats will catch them.

Rof. I could fhake them off my Coat; thefe Burs are in my Heart.

Cel. Hem them away.

Rof. I would try, if I could cry Hem, and have him.
Cel. Come, come, wreftle with thy Affections.

Zof.

Rof. O they take the Part of a better Wrestler than my felf.

Cel. O, a good With upon you; you will try in time in defpight of a Fall; but turning thefe Jefts out of Service, let us talk in good earneft: Is it poffible on fuch 2. fudden you should fall into fo strange a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest Son?

Rof. The Duke my Father lov'd his Father dearly.

Cel. Doth it therefore enfue that you should love his Son dearly? By this kind of Chafe I should hate him, for my Father hated his Father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando. Rof. No Faith, hate him not for my Sake.

Cel. Why should I not? Doth not he 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, difpatch you with your
And get you from our Court.

Rof. Me, Uncle!

Duke. You, Coufin.

fafeft hafte,

Within these ten Days if that thou bee'ft found
So near our publick Court as twenty Miles,
Thou dieft for it.

Rof. I do befeech your Grace

Let me the Knowledge of my Fault bear with me:
If with my felf I hold Intelligence,

Or have Acquaintance with my own Defires,
If that I do not dream, or be not frantick,
As I do truft I am not, then dear Uncle,
Never fo much as in a Thought unborn
Did I offend your Highness.

Duke. Thus do all Traitors,

If their Purgation did confift in Words,
They are as innocent as Grace it felf:
Let it fuffice thee that I trust thee not.

Rof. Yet your Miftruft can not make me a Traitor;
Tell me whereon the likelihood depends.

Duke. Thou art thy Father's Daughter, there's enough. Rof. So was I when your Highness took his Dukedom, So was I when your Highness banish'd him; : VOL. II.

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Treafon

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:
Then good my Liege, miftake me not fo much,
To think my Poverty is treacherous.
Cel. Dear Soveraign hear me fpeak.

Duke. Ay Celia, we ftaid her for your fake,
Elfe had the with her Father rang'd along.
Cel. I did not then entreat to have her ftay;
I was too young that time to value her,
But now I know her; if the be a Traitor,
Why fo am I; we ftill have lept together,
Rofe at an Inftant, learn'd, plaid, eat together,
And wherefo'er we went, like Juno's Swans,
Still we went coupled and infeparable.

Duke. She is too fubtile for thee, and her Smoothness,
Her very Silence, and her Patience,

Speak to the People, and they pity her :

Thou art a Fool, fhe robs thee of thy Name,

And thou wilt show more bright, and feem more virtuous

When the is gone; then open not thy Lips,

Firm and irrevocable is my 'Doom,

Which I have past upon her; she 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 your felf, If you out-ftay the time, upon mine Honour,

And in the Greatness of my Word, you die.

[Exit Duke, &C. Cel. O my poor Rofalind, whither 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,

Prithee be cheerful; know'ft thou not the Duke
Has banish'd me his Daughter?

Rof. That he hath not.

Col. No, hath not? Refalind lacks then the Love Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one: Shall we be fundred? Shall we part, fweet Girl? No, let my Father feek another Heir.

Therefore

Therefore devife with me how we may Ay,
Whither to go, and what to bear with us,
And do not feek to take your Charge upon you,
To bear your Griefs your felf, and leave me out:
For by this Heav'n, now at our Sorrows pale,
Say what thou can'ft, I'll go along with thee.
Rof, Why, whither fhall 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 my felf in poor and mean Attire,
And with a kind of Umber fmutch my Face,
The like do you, fo fhall we pass along,
And never ftir Affailants.

Rof. Were it not better,

Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did fait me all Points like a Man;
A gallant Curtelax upon my Thigh,
A Bore-fpear in my Hand, and in my Heart
Lie there what hidden Woman's Fear there will;
We'll have a fwashing and a martial Outfide,
As many other mannish Cowards have,

That do outface it with their Semblances.

Cel. What fhall I call thee when thou art a Man'? Rof. I'll have no worse a Name than Jove's own Page, And therefore look you call me Ganimed;

But what will you be call'd?

Cel. Something that hath a Reference to my State: No longer Celia, but Aliena.

Rof. But Coufir, 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;
Devife the ficteft time, and fafeft way

To hide us from Purfuit that will be made
After my Flight: Now go we in Content
To Liberty, and not to Banishment.

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