Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;
From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother:
But heavenly Rosalind! [Exit.
[000] Scene III. A room in the palace.
AYLI I. 3 Enter Celia and Rosalind.
Cel. Why, cousin! why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy! not a word?
Ros. Not one to throw at a dog.
Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away 005 upon curs; throw some of them at me; come, lame me with reasons.
[007] Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when the one should be lamed with reasons and the other mad without any.
010 Cel. But is all this for your father?