If you outstay the time, upon mine honour,
085 And in the greatness of my word, you die. [Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords.
[086] Cel. O my poor Rosalind, whither wilt thou go?
[087] Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.
I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am.
Ros. I have more cause.
Cel.
[089] Thou hast not, cousin;
090 Prithee, be cheerful: know’st thou not, the Duke
Hath banish’d me, his daughter?