CELIA
Why, cousin, why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy! Not a word?
ROSALIND
Not one to throw at a dog.
CELIA
No, 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?
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 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.
CELIA
Come, come, wrestle with 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.
CELIA
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? he not deserve well?
ROSALIND
Let me love him for that, and do you love him because I do.—Look, here comes the Duke.
CELIA
With his eyes full of anger.
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 be’st found
So near our public court as twenty miles,
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.
If their purgation did consist in words,
They are as innocent as grace itself.
Let it suffice that I trust not.
ROSALIND
Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor.
Tell me whereon the likelihood depends.
DUKE FREDERICK
art father’s daughter, there’s enough.
ROSALIND
So was I when your highness took his dukedom;
So was I when your highness banished 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.
CELIA
Dear sovereign, hear me speak.
DUKE FREDERICK
Ay, Celia, we stayed 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,
Why, so am I. We still have slept together,
Rose at an instant, learned, played, ate together,
And wheresoe’er we went, like Juno’s swans,
Still we went coupled and inseparable.
DUKE FREDERICK
She is too subtle for , and her smoothness,
Her very silence, and her patience
Speak to the people, and they pity her.
art a fool. She robs of name,
And wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous
When she is gone. Then open not lips.
Firm and irrevocable is my doom
Which I have passed upon her. She is banished.
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.
CELIA
O my poor Rosalind, wilt go?
Wilt change fathers? I will give mine.
I charge , be not more grieved than I am.
ROSALIND
I have more cause.
CELIA
not, cousin.
be cheerful. Know’st not the Duke
banished me, his daughter?
ROSALIND
That he not.
CELIA
No, not? Rosalind lacks then the love
Which teacheth that and I am one.
Shall we be sundered? Shall we part, sweet girl?
No, let my father seek another heir.
Therefore devise with me how we may fly,
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 canst, I’ll go along with .
ROSALIND
Why, 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 curtal-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.
CELIA
What shall I call when 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 called?
CELIA
Something that a reference to my state:
No longer Celia, but Aliena.
ROSALIND
But, cousin, what if we assayed 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 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.