[Exit.]
SCENE III. A Room in the Palace
Enter Celia and Rosalind.
CELIA.
Why, cousin, why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy! Not a word?
ROSALIND.
Not one to throw at a dog.
CELIA.
No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs. Throw some of them at me. Come, lame me with reasons.
ROSALIND.
Then there were two cousins laid up, when the one should be lamed with reasons and the other mad without any.
CELIA.
But is all this for your father?
ROSALIND.
No, some of it is for my child’s father. O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
CELIA.
They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery. If we walk not in the trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them.