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Ros. I would try; if I could cry hem, and have him.
Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.
Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself.
Cel. O, a good wish upon you! you will try in time, in despite of a fall.-But, turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest: Is it possible, on such a sudden, you should fall into so strong a liking with old sir Rowland's youngest son?
Ros. The duke my father lov’d his father dearly.
should love his son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate him, for my father hated his father dearly ;; yet I hate not Orlando.
Ros. No 'faith, hate him not, for my sake.
love him, because I do: Look, here comes the duke. Cel. With his
Me, uncle ?
I do beseech your grace,
Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me:
Thus do all traitors;
itself :Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not.
Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor : Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends. Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's
enough. Ros. So was I, when your highness took his
Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak.
Duke F. Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your sake, Else had she with her father rang'd along.
Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay,
Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together;
virtuous, When she is gone : then open not thy lips; Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass'd 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 und Lords.
Ros. I have more cause.
Thou hast not, cousin; Pr’ythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke Hath banish'd me his daughter?
That he hath not. Cel. No? hath not: Rosalind lacks then the love Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one : Shall we be sunder'd ? shall we part, sweet girl?
No; let my father seek another heir.
Ros. Why, whither shall we go?
Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,
Were it not better,
other mannish cowards have, That do outface it with their semblances.
Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a man? Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own
page, And therefore look you call me, Ganymede. But what will
you be call'd ?
§ A dusky, yellow-coloured earth.
Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state; No longer Celia, but Aliena.
Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal The clownish fool out of
father's court? Would he not be a comfort to our travel?
Cel. He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; Leave me alone to woo him: Let's away, And get our jewels and our wealth together; Devise the fittest time, and safest way To hide us from pursuit that will be made After my flight: Now go we in content, To liberty, and not to banishment. [Exeunt.
SCENE I. The Forest of Arden.
Enter Duke senior, AMIENS, and other Lords, in the
dress of Foresters. Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,