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Why, cousin, why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy! 461Not a word?
Not one to throw at a dog.
No, thy words are too precious to be cast away 464upon curs. Throw some of them at me. Come, lame me 465with reasons.
Then there were two cousins laid up, when the 467one should be lamed with reasons and the other 468mad without any.
But is all this for your father?
No, some of it is for my child's father. Oh, 471how full of briers is this working-day world!
They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee 473in holiday foolery. If we walk not in the trodden paths, 474our very petticoats will catch them.
I could shake them off my coat. These burs are 476in my heart.
Hem them away.
I would try, if I could cry "hem" and have him.
Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.
Oh, they take the part of a better wrestler than 481myself.
Oh, a good wish upon you! You will try in time, 483in despite of a fall. But, turning these jests out of service, 484let us talk in good earnest. Is it possible, on such a sudden, 485you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir 486Rowland's youngest son?
The Duke my father loved his father dearly.
Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his 489son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate 490him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate 491not Orlando.
No, faith, hate him not, for my sake.
Why should I not? Doth he not deserve well?
494Enter Duke [Frederick], with Lords.
Let me love him for that, and do you love him 496because I do. Look, here comes the Duke.
With his eyes full of anger.
[To Rosalind]
Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste,
500Rosalind
Me, uncle?
501Duke Frederick
You, cousin.
505Rosalind
I do beseech Your Grace,
513Duke Frederick
Thus do all traitors.
Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor.
Thou art thy father's daughter; there's enough.
So was I when Your Highness took his dukedom;
Dear sovereign, hear me speak.
Ay, Celia, we stayed her for your sake,
I did not then entreat to have her stay;
She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness,
Pronounce that sentence, then, on me, my liege!
You are a fool. -- You, niece, provide yourself.
551Exit Duke, &c. [with Lords].
O my poor Rosalind, whither wilt thou go?
I have more cause.
556Celia
Thou hast not, cousin.
559Rosalind
That he hath not.
No? "Hath not"? Rosalind lacks, then, the love
Why, whither shall we go?
To seek my uncle in the Forest of Arden.
Alas, what danger will it be to us,
I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,
579Rosalind
Were it not better,
What shall I call thee when thou art a man?
I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page,
Something that hath a reference to my state:
But, cousin, what if we assayed to steal
He'll go along o'er the wide world with me.
Exeunt.