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 should hate him; for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando. J Rof. No, faith, hate him not, for my fake. Enter Duke, with Lords. Rof. LET me love him for that; and do you love Duke. Cel. With his eyes full of anger. Duke. Miftrefs, difpatch 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'ft found Thou dieft for it. 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 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 dom; So So was I, when your Highnefs banifh'd him; Or if we did derive it from our friends, 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; [nefs, Duke. She is too fubtle for thee; and her smooth 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 fhine more virtuous, When fhe is gone; then open not thy lips: Firm and irrevocable is my doom, Which I have paft upon her; fhe is banish'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 yourself; If you out-ftay the time, upon mine Honour, And in the Greatness of my word, you die. SCENE [Exeunt Duke, &c. X. My poor Rofalind; where wilt thou go? 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? fhall we part, fweet Girl? No, let my father feek another heir. Therefore devise with me, how we may fly; Cel. To feek my Uncle in the foreft of Arden. Ref. Were't not better, Because that I am more than common tall, A boar-fpear in my hand, and (in my heart Cel. What fhall I call thee, when thou art a man? Page; And therefore, look, you call me Ganimed; But what will you be call'd? Cel. Cel. Something that hath a reference to my ftate: No longer Celia, but Aliena. Rof. But, Coufin, what if we affaid to feal 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. To hide us from pursuit that will be made [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Arden FOREST. Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords like Foreflers. DUKE Senior. Now, my co-mates a made this life more fweet O W, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Than That of painted Pomp? are not these woods The Seafons' difference; as, the icy phang, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks Sermons in ftones, and good in every thing.! Ami. I would not change it; happy is your Grace, That can tranflate the ftubbornnefs of fortune Into fo quiet and so sweet a style. Duke Sen. Come, fhall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this defart city, Should, in their Confines, with forked heads Have their round haunches goar'd. 1 Lord. Indeed, my Lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; Under an oak, whofe antique root peeps out Duke Sen. But what faid Jaques? 1 Lord. O yes, into a thousand fimilies. Firft, for his weeping in the needlefs ftream; Poor Deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do, giving thy fum of more To that which had too much. Then being alone, Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends; Tis right, quoth he, thus mifery doth part The |