Act 1 - Scene 2
Lawn before the Duke's palace.
Enter CELIA and ROSALIND
I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.
Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of;
and would you yet I were merrier? Unless you
teach me to forget a banished father, you must not
learn me how to remember any extraordinary
Herein I see thou lovest me not with the full weight
that I love thee. If my uncle, thy banished father,
banished thy uncle, the duke my father, so thou
hadst been still with me, I could have taught my
take thy father for mine: so wouldst thou,
if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously
mine is to thee.
Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, to
rejoice in yours.
You know my father hath no child but I, nor none is
like to have: and, truly, when he dies, thou shalt
his heir, for what he hath taken away from thy
father perforce, I will render thee again in
affection; by mine
honour, I will; and when I break
that oath, let me turn monster: therefore, my
sweet Rose, my dear Rose,
From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports. Let
me see; what think you of falling in love?
Marry, I prithee, do, to make sport withal: but
love no man in good earnest; nor no further in sport
than with safety of a pure blush thou mayst
in honour come off again.
What shall be our sport, then?
Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from
her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed
I would we could do so, for her benefits are
mightily misplaced, and the bountiful blind woman
mistake in her gifts to women.
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