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 could teach me to
forget a banished father, you must not learn me how to
remember any extraordinary pleasure.
Herein I see thou lov’st me not with the full weight that I
love thee. If my uncle, thy banished father, had banished
thy uncle, the duke my father, so thou hadst been still with
me, I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine.
So wouldst thou, if the truth of thy love to me were so
righteously tempered as mine is to thee.
Well, I will forget the condition of my estate to rejoice in
You know my father hath no child but I, nor none is like to
have, and, truly, when he dies, thou shalt be his heir, for
what he hath taken away from thy father perforce, I will
render thee again in affection. By mine honor I will, and
when I break that oath, let me turn monster. Therefore, my
sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry.
20From 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 neither than with
safety of a pure blush thou mayst in honor come off again.