Else had she with her father rang'd along. Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay: [ness, Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her smooth Her very silence, and her patience, Speak to the people, and they pity her. Thou art a fool; she robs thee of thy name; [ous, And thou wilt show more bright, and seem more virtuWhen 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 your self: If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour, [Exeunt Duke FREDERICK and Lords. Cel. 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? 1 inseparable: in f. e. Cel. In the forest of Arden. To seek my uncle Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, Ros. 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? Ros. I'll have no worser2 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 essay'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; To hide us from pursuit that will be made 1 Cutlass. 2 worse a: in f. e. [Exeunt. VOL. III.-3 ACT II. SCENE I.-The Forest of Arden. Enter DUKE, Senior, AMIENS, and other Lords, like Foresters. Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Which, like the toad,2 ugly and venomous, Ami. I would not change it. Happy is your grace, Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison? Should, in their own confines, with forked heads 1 Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp 1 as in f. e. 2 Fenton, in 1569, tells us "there is found in heads of old and great toads, a stone which they call borax or steton it is most commonly found in the head of a he-toad."-Knight. arrows. 3 Barbed Did come to languish and, indeed, my lord, Duke S. But what said Jaques ? Did he not moralize this spectacle? 1 Lord. O! yes, into a thousand similes. First, for his weeping in the needless stream; "Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which hath' too much." alone, Then, being there Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends; . "T is right," quoth he; (6 thus misery doth part The flux of company." Anon, a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, And never stays to greet him: Ay," quoth Jaques, "Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens; 'Tis just the fashion: wherefore do you look In their assign'd and native dwelling place. 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, For then he 's full of matter. 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. SCENE II-A Room in the Palace. [Exeunt. 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 1 had in f. e. 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 daughter and her cousin much commend 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, SCENE III.-Before OLIVER'S House. Orl. Who's there? [Exeunt. Adam. What, my young master?—O, my gentle master! O, my sweet master! O, you memory Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. No more do yours: your virtues, gentle master, O, what a world is this, when what is comely Orl. Why, what's the matter? O, unhappy youth! Come not within these doors: beneath this roof The enemy of all your graces lives. 1 Scurvy. 2 Foolish. 3 within in f. e. |