That could give more, but that her hand lacks And pity her for her good father's sake; Fare you well, fair gentleman. Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts Are all thrown down; and that which here stands It is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block. fortunes: And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady you: fare you well! [Exit LE BEAU. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; From tyrant Duke, unto a tyrant brother: My pride fell with my But heavenly Rosalind ! [Exit. 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 your father? Ros. No, some of it for my father's child.—0, how full of briars is this working-day world! Ros. I would try; if I could cry "Hem," and Tell me whereon the likelihood depends. have him. Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. 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 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 not? doth he not deserve well? Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love him because I do. Look, here comes the Duke. full of anger. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords. Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter; there's enough. Ros. So was I when your highness took his So was I when your highness banished him. Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. Duke F. Ay, Celia; we stayed her for your sake, Else had she with her father ranged 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, learned, played, eat together; And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable. Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness, Her very silence, and her patience, Duke F. Mistress, despatch you with your saf- Speak to the people, and they pity her. Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. Thou hast not, cousin : Because that I am more than common tall, A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my heart Pr'y thee, be cheerful: know'st thou not the Duke Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will) Hath banished me, his daughter? We'll have a swashing and a martial outside; Cel. No? hath not! Rosalind lacks, then, the That do outface it with their semblances. love Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one. Ros. Why, whither shall we go? Cel. To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden. Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, ACT II. SCENE I. The Forest of Arden. Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say,- Enter DUKE Senior, AMIENS, and other Lords, in That feelingly persuade me what I am!— the dress of Foresters. Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in Wears yet a precious jewel in his head; exíle, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. Ami. I would not change it. Happy is your grace, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; Duke S. But what said Jaques? Did he not moralize this spectacle? 1st Lord. O yes, into a thousand similes. First, for his weeping in the needless stream: "Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more Enter DUKE FREDERICK, Lords, and Attendants. Duke F. Can it be possible that no man saw them? It cannot be some villains of my court 1st Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her. The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early, They found the bed untreasured of their mistress. 2nd Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. Your daughter and her cousin much commend To that which had too much." Then, being there And she believes, wherever they are gone, alone, Left and abandoned of his velvet friends; ""T is right," quoth he; "thus misery doth part The flux of company." Anon, a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, That youth is surely in their company. Duke F. Send to his brother: fetch that gallant hither; If he be absent, bring his brother to me; I'll make him find him. Do this suddenly; And never stays to greet him: "Ay," quoth And let not search and inquisition quail Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? Orl. Why, what's the matter? O, unhappy youth, Come not within these doors; within this roof I overheard him, and his practices. This is no place, this house is but a butchery; Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: Orl. O good old man; how well in thee appears Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; me go? But at fourscore it is too late a week: Adam. No matter whither, so you come not Yet fortune cannot recompense me better, here. Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg Or with a base and boisterous sword, enforce I rather will subject me to the malice Of a diverted blood, and bloody brother. Adam. But do not so. I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I saved under your father, Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. - The Forest of Arden. Enter ROSALIND, in boy's clothes; CELIA, dressed Ros. I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel, and to cry like a woman: but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to shew itself courageous to petticoat: therefore, courage, good Aliena. Cel. I pray you, bear with me; I cannot go no further. Touch. For my part, I had rather bear with you |