Duke F. Thou art thy father’s daughter; there’s enough.
055 Ros. So was I when your Highness took his dukedom;
So was I when your Highness banish’d him:
Treason is not inherited, my lord;
Or, if we did derive it from our friends,
What’s that to me? my father was no traitor:
060 Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much
To think my poverty is treacherous.
Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak.
Duke F. Ay, Celia; we stay’d her for your sake,