103Lords haue put them
selues into voluntary exile with
  104him, who
se lands and reuenues enrich the new Duke,
  105therefore he giues them good leaue to wander.
  106Oli. Can you tell if 
Rosalind the Dukes daughter bee
  107bani
shed with her Father?
  108Cha. O no; for the Dukes daughter her Co
sen 
so
  109loues her, being euer from their Cradles bred together,
  110that hee would haue followed her exile, or haue died to
  111stay behind her; 
she is at the Court, and no le
sse beloued
  112of her Vncle, then his owne daughter, and neuer two La
-  113dies loued as they doe.
  114Oli. Where will the old Duke liue?
  115Cha. They 
say hee is already in the Forre
st of 
Arden,
  116and a many merry men with him; and there they liue
  117like the old 
Robin Hood of 
England: they 
say many yong
  118Gentlemen 
flocke to him euery day, and 
fleet the time
  119carele
sly as they did in the golden world.
  120Oli. What, you wra
stle to morrow before the new
  122Cha. Marry doe I 
sir: and I came to acquaint you
  123with a matter: I am giuen 
sir 
secretly to vnder
stand, that
  124your yonger brother 
Orlando hath a di
spo
sition to come
  125in di
sguis'd again
st mee to try a fall: to morrow 
sir I
  126wra
stle for my credit, and hee that e
scapes me without
  127some broken limbe, 
shall acquit him well: your brother
  128is but young and tender, and for your loue I would bee
  129loth to foyle him, as I mu
st for my owne honour if hee
  130come in: therefore out of my loue to you, I came hither
  131to acquaint you withall, that either you might 
stay him
  132from his intendment, or brooke 
such di
sgrace well as he
  133shall runne into, in that it is a thing of his owne 
search,
  134and altogether again
st my will.
  135Oli. Charles, I thanke thee for thy loue to me, which
  136thou 
shalt 
finde I will mo
st kindly requite: I had my
  137selfe notice of my Brothers purpo
se heerein, and haue by
  138vnder-hand meanes laboured to di
sswade him from it;
  139but he is re
solute. Ile tell thee 
Charles, it is the 
stubbor
-  140ne
st yong fellow of France, full of ambition, an enuious
  141emulator of euery mans good parts, a 
secret & villanous
  142contriuer again
st mee his naturall brother: therefore v
se
  143thy di
scretion, I had as liefe thou did
st breake his necke
  144as his 
finger. And thou wert be
st looke to't; for if thou
  145do
st him any 
slight di
sgrace, or if hee doe not mightilie
  146grace him
selfe on thee, hee will pra
cti
se again
st thee by
  147poy
son, entrap thee by 
some treacherous deui
se, and ne
-  148uer leaue thee till he hath tane thy life by 
some indire
ct  149meanes or other: for I a
ssure thee, (and almo
st with
  150teares I 
speake it) there is not one 
so young, and 
so vil
-  151lanous this day liuing. I 
speake but brotherly of him,
  152but 
should I anathomize him to thee, as hee is, I mu
st  153blu
sh, and weepe, and thou mu
st looke pale and
  155Cha. I am heartily glad I came hither to you: if hee
  156come to morrow, Ile giue him his payment: if euer hee
  157goe alone againe, Ile neuer wra
stle for prize more: and
  158so God keepe your wor
ship. 
 Exit.  159 Farewell good 
Charles. Now will I 
stirre this Game
-  160ster: I hope I 
shall 
see an end of him; for my 
soule (yet
  161I know not why) hates nothing more then he: yet hee's
  162gentle, neuer 
school'd, and yet learned, full of noble
  163deui
se, of all 
sorts enchantingly beloued, and indeed
  164so much in the heart of the world, and e
specially of my
  165owne people, who be
st know him, that I am altogether
  166mi
spri
sed: but it 
shall not be 
so long, this wra
stler 
shall
  167cleare all: nothing remaines, but that I kindle the boy
  168thither, which now Ile goe about. 
 Exit.  
 
 
 
 170Enter Rosalind, and Cellia.  
 171Cel. I pray thee 
Rosalind, 
sweet my Coz, be merry.
  172Ros. Deere 
Cellia; I 
show more mirth then I am mi
-  173stre
sse of, and would you yet were merrier: vnle
sse you
  174could teach me to forget a bani
shed father, you mu
st not
  175learne mee how to remember any extraordinary plea
-  177Cel. Heerein I 
see thou lou'
st mee not with the full
  178waight that I loue thee; if my Vncle thy bani
shed father
  179had bani
shed thy Vncle the Duke my Father, 
so thou
  180had
st beene 
still with mee, I could haue taught my loue
  181to take thy father for mine; 
so would
st thou, if the truth
  182of thy loue to me were 
so righteou
sly temper'd, as mine
  184Ros. Well, I will forget the condition of my e
state,
  186Cel. You know my Father hath no childe, but I, nor
  187none is like to haue; and truely when he dies, thou 
shalt
  188be his heire; for what hee hath taken away from thy fa
-  189ther perforce, I will render thee againe in a
ffe
ction: by
  190mine honor I will, and when I breake that oath, let mee
  191turne mon
ster: therefore my 
sweet 
Rose, my deare 
 Rose,
  193Ros. From henceforth I will Coz, and deui
se 
sports:
  194let me 
see, what thinke you of falling in Loue?
  195Cel. Marry I prethee doe, to make 
sport withall: but
  196loue no man in good earne
st, nor no further in 
sport ney
-  197ther, then with 
safety of a pure blu
sh, thou mai
st in ho
-  199Ros. What 
shall be our 
sport then?
  200Cel. Let vs 
sit and mocke the good hou
swife 
For-  201tune from her wheele, that her gifts may henceforth bee
  203Ros. I would wee could doe 
so: for her bene
fits are
  204mightily mi
splaced, and the bountifull blinde woman
  205doth mo
st mi
stake in her gifts to women.
  206Cel. 'Tis true, for tho
se that 
she makes faire, 
she 
scarce
  207makes hone
st, & tho
se that 
she makes hone
st, 
she makes
  209Ros. Nay now thou goe
st from Fortunes o
ffice to Na
-  210tures: Fortune reignes in gifts of the world, not in the
  
 213Cel. No; when Nature hath made a faire creature,
  214may 
she not by Fortune fall into the 
fire? though nature
  215hath giuen vs wit to 
flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune
  216sent in this foole to cut o
ff the argument?
  217Ros. Indeed there is fortune too hard for nature, when
  218fortune makes natures naturall, the cutter o
ff of natures
  220Cel. Peraduenture this is not Fortunes work neither,
  221but Natures, who perceiueth our naturall wits too dull
  222to rea
son of 
such godde
sses, hath 
sent this Naturall for
  223our whet
stone. for alwaies the dulne
sse of the foole, is
  224the whet
stone of the wits. How now Witte, whether
  226Clow. Mi
stre
sse, you mu
st come away to your farher.
  227Cel. Were you made the me
ssenger
?  228Clo. No by mine honor, but I was bid to come for you