From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother.
But heavenly Rosalind!
Exit
SCENE 3 The DUKE's 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 lam'd with reasons and the other mad without any.