ACT I SCENE III | A room in the palace. | |
[Enter CELIA and ROSALIND] |
CELIA | Why, cousin! why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy! not a word? |
ROSALIND | Not one to throw at a dog. |
CELIA | No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon |
| curs; throw some of them at me; come, lame me with reasons. |
ROSALIND | Then there were two cousins laid up; when the one |
| should be lamed with reasons and the other mad |
| without any. |
CELIA | But is all this for your father? | 10 |
ROSALIND | No, some of it is for my child's father. O, how |
| full of briers is this working-day world! |
CELIA | They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in |
| holiday foolery: if we walk not in the trodden |
| paths our very petticoats will catch them. |
ROSALIND | I could shake them off my coat: these burs are in my heart. |
CELIA | Hem them away. |
ROSALIND | I would try, if I could cry 'hem' and have him. | 20 |
CELIA | Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. |
ROSALIND | O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself! |
CELIA | 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? |
ROSALIND | The duke my father loved his father dearly. | 29 |
CELIA | 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. |
ROSALIND | No, faith, hate him not, for my sake. |
CELIA | Why should I not? doth he not deserve well? |
ROSALIND | Let me love him for that, and do you love him |
| because I do. Look, here comes the duke. | 37 |
CELIA | With his eyes full of anger. |
[Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords] |
DUKE FREDERICK | Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste |
| And get you from our court. |
ROSALIND | Me, uncle? |
DUKE FREDERICK | You, cousin |
| Within these ten days if that thou be'st found
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| So near our public court as twenty miles, |
| Thou diest for it. |
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: | 50 |
| 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 banish'd him: |
| Treason is not inherited, my lord; |
| Or, if we did derive it from our friends, | 60 |
| 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. |
CELIA | Dear sovereign, hear me speak. |
DUKE FREDERICK | Ay, Celia; we stay'd her for your sake, |
| Else had she with her father ranged along. |
CELIA | 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, | 70 |
| Why so am I; we still have slept together, |
| Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together, |
| And wheresoever we went, like Juno's swans, |
| Still we went coupled and inseparable. |
DUKE FREDERICK | 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: | 80 |
| Firm and irrevocable is my doom |
| Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd. |
CELIA | Pronounce that sentence then on me, my liege: |
| I cannot live out of her company. |
DUKE FREDERICK | 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] |
CELIA | O my poor Rosalind, whither wilt thou go? |
| Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. |
| I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am. | 90 |
ROSALIND | I have more cause. |
CELIA | Thou hast not, cousin; |
| Prithee be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke |
| Hath banish'd me, his daughter? |
ROSALIND | That he hath not. |
CELIA | 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, | 100 |
| 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. |
ROSALIND | Why, whither shall we go? |
CELIA | To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden. |
ROSALIND | Alas, what danger will it be to us, |
| Maids as we are, to travel forth so far! |
| Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. |
CELIA | 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. |
ROSALIND | 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, | 115 |
| 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. |
CELIA | What shall I call thee when thou art a man? |
ROSALIND | 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? |
CELIA | Something that hath a reference to my state | 125 |
| No longer Celia, but Aliena. |
ROSALIND | 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? |
CELIA | 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 | 135 |
| To liberty and not to banishment. |
[Exeunt] |