SCENE III. A room in the palace.
Enter CELIA and ROSALIND
Why, cousin! why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy! not a word?
Not one to throw at a dog.
No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon
curs; throw some of them at me; come, lame me with reasons.
Then there were two cousins laid up; when the one
should be lamed with reasons and the other mad
