A Room in the Palace. |
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Enter CELIA and ROSALIND. |
Cel. Why, cousin! why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy! Not a word? |
Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. |
Cel. No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs; throw some of them at me; come, lame me with reasons. |
Ros. Then there were two cousins laid up; when the one should be lamed with reasons and the other mad without any. |
Cel. But is all this for your father? |
Ros. No, some of it is for my child's father: O, how full of briers is this working-day world! |
Cel. They are but burrs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery: if we walk not in the trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them. |
Ros. I could shake them off my coat: these burrs are in my heart. |
Cel. Hem them away. |
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 dearly. |
Cel. Doth it therefore ensue that you 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. |
Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deserve well? |
Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love him, because I do. Look, here comes the duke. |
Cel. With his eyes full of anger. |
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Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords. |
Duke F. Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste, |
And get you from our court. |
Ros. Me, uncle? |
Duke F. You, cousin: |
Within these ten days if that thou be'st found |
So near our public court as twenty miles, |
Thou diest for it. |
Ros. 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 F. 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. |
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 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, |
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. |
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: |
It was your pleasure and your own remorse. |
I was too young that time to value her; |
But now I know her: if she be a traitor, |
Why so am I; we still have slept together, |
Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together; |
And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans, |
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 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 outstay the time, upon mine honour, |
And in the greatness of my word, you die. [Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK and Lords. |
Cel. O my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go? |
Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. |
I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am. |
Ros. I have more cause. |
Cel. Thou hast not, cousin; |
Prithee, be cheerful; know'st thou not, the duke |
Hath banish'd me, his daughter? |
Ros. 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. |
Therefore devise with me how we may fly, |
Whither to go, and what to bear with us: |
And do not seek to take your change upon you, |
To bear your griefs yourself and leave me out; |
For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, |
Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee. |
Ros. Why, whither shall we go? |
Cel. To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden. |
Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, |
Maids as we are, to travel forth so far! |
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. |
Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, |
And with a kind of umber smirch my face; |
The like do you: so shall we pass along |
And never stir assailants. |
Ros. Were it not better, |
Because that I am more than common tall, |
That I did suit me all points like a man? |
A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh, |
A boar-spear in my hand; and,—in my heart |
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will,— |
We'll have a swashing and a martial outside, |
As many 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? |
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 your 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. |
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