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Ref. No, faith, hate him not, for my fake. .
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.
. Rof. Me, uncle ?
Duke. You, cousin :
Roj. I do beseech your grace,
Duke. Thus do all traitors;
. Yet your miftruft cannot 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 : Treason is not inherited, my lord; Or, if we did derive it from our friends,
I not?]-love him.
What's that to me? my father was no traitor :
Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak.
Duke. Ay, Celia ; we but stay'd her for
Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay,
Duke. She is too subtle for thee ; and her smoothness,
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, niece, provide yourself ; If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour, And in the greatness of my word, you die.
[Exeunt Duke, &c. Cel. O my poor Rosalind! 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.
your own remorse ; ]-the result of your own feelings. n virtuous, -excellent.
Cel. Thou hast not, cousin;
Ref. That he hath not.
Cel. No? hath not ? Rosalind lacks then the love
Rof. Why, whither shall we go ?
Ref. Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Cel. l'll put myself in poor and mean attire, And with a kind of Pumber fmirch
my The like do you; fo shall we pass along, And never stir assailants.
Rof. Were it not better,
many other mannish cowards have,
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That do outface it with their semblances.
Cel. What shall 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 callid ?
Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state; No longer Celia, but Aliena.
Ref. But, cousin, what if we assay'd 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;
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SCE N E I.
The Forest of Arden.
Enter Duke senior, Amiens, and two or three lords like
forefters. Duke Sen. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even 'till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, This is no flattery: these are counfellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Ami. I would not change it ; Happy is your grace,
Duke Sen. Come, shall we go and kill us venison ?
i Lord. Indeed, my lord,
forked heads]-barbed arrows.
u brawls]-purls, murmurs.