If that I do not dream, or be not frantic, Duke F. Thus do all traitors; If their purgation did consist in words, Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor : Tell me, where on the likelihood depends. Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's enough. 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, Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak. Duke F. Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your sake, Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay; Still we went coupled, and inseparable. Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness, Her very silence, and her patience, Speak to the people, and they pity her. Thou art a fool: she robs thee of thy name And thou wilt show more bright, and seem more virtuous, When she is gone: then open not thy lips; Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have past upon her; she is banish'd. Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my liege; I cannot live out of her company. Duke F. You are a fool :-You, niece, provide yourself If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour, And in the greatness of my word, you die. [Exeunt Duke FREDERICK and Lords [2] When she was seen alone, she would be more noted. JOHNSON. Cel. O my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go! Cel. Thou hast not, cousin ; Pr'ythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke Ros. That he hath not. Cel. No? hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love Therefore devise with me, how we may fly, Cel. To seek my uncle. Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, Ros. Were it not better, Because that I am more than common tall, A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my heart That do outface it with their semblances. Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a man? And therefore look you call me Ganymede. But what will you be call'd? [3] i. e. to take your change or reverse of fortune on yourself, without any aid or partícipation. MALONE. [4] Timber-a dusky yellow-coloured earth, brought from Umbria in Italy [5] Curtle-dr-or cutlace, a broad sword. JOHNSON. MALONE. Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state; No longer Celia, but Aliena. Ros. But, cousin, what if we essay'd to steal Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me ; [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I.-The Forest of Arden. Enter Duke senior, NOW, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Ami. I would not change it: Happy is your grace, [6] It was the current opinion in Shakespeare's time, that in the head of an old toad was to be found a stone, or pearl, to which great virtues were ascribed. This stone has been often sought, but nothing has been found more than accidental or perhaps morbid indurations of the skull. JOHNSON. In a book called A Green Forest, or a Natural History, &c. by J. Maplett, 1567, is the following account of this imaginary gem: "In this stone is apparently seene verie often the verie forme of a tode, with despotted and coloured feete, but those uglye and defusedly. It is available against envenoming." STEEVENS. That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison ? 1 Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; Duke S. But what said Jaques ? Did he not moralize this spectacle? 1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similies. To that which had too much: Then, being alone, And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques, [7] "There at the foot of yonder nodding becch "That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, "His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, "And pour upon the brook that babbles by " Gray's Elegy. STEEV. [8] It is said in one of the marginal notes to a similar passage in the 13th Song of Drayton's Polyolbion, that "the harte weepeth at his dying: his tears are held to be precious in medicine." STEEVENS. Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens; Duke S. And did you leave him in this contemplation? 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting Upon the sobbing deer. Duke S. Show me the place; I love to cope him in these sullen fits, 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. SCENE II. [Exeunt. A Room in the Palace. Enter Duke FREDERICK, Lords, and Attendants. Duke F. Can it be possible, that no man saw them? It cannot be some villains of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this. 1 Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her. The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, Saw her a-bed; and, in the morning early, They found the bed untreasur'd of their mistress. 2 Lord. My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman, Confesses, that she secretly o'er-heard Your daughter and her cousin much commend The parts and graces of the wrestler That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles; And she believes, wherever they are gone, That youth is surely in their company. Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hither; If he be absent, bring his brother to me, I'll make him find him: do this suddenly; And let not search and inquisition quail9 To bring again these foolish runaways. [9] To quail is to faint, to sink into dejection. STEEVENS. [Exeunt. |