You, cousin. Within these ten days

Duke Frederick
You, cousin.
Within these ten days if that thou beest found
So near our public court as twenty miles,
Thou diest for it.

Thus do all traitors.
If their purgation did consist in words,
They are as innocent as grace itself.

Rosalind
I do beseech your Grace,
Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me.
If with myself I hold intelligence
Or have acquaintance with mine own desires,
If that I do not dream or be not frantic—
As I do trust I am not—then, dear uncle,
Never so much as in a thought unborn
Did I offend your Highness.
Duke Frederick
Thus do all traitors.
If their purgation did consist in words,
They are as innocent as grace itself.
Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not.
Rosalind
Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor.
Tell me whereon the likelihood depends.
Duke Frederick
Thou art thy father's daughter. There's enough.
Rosalind
So was I when your Highness took his dukedom.
So was I when your Highness banished 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.
Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much
To think my poverty is treacherous.