Ros. That he hath not. Cel. No hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love Therefore devise with me how we may fly, Cel. To seek my uncle in the Forest of Arden. Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, Ros. Were it not better, Because that I am more than common tall, 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 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; And get our jewels and our wealth together; To hide us from pursuit that will be made [Exeunt. Enter DUKE, Senior, AMIENS, and other Lords in the dress of Foresters. DUKE, Senior. TOW, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, N° 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. Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, And this our life, exempt from public haunt, I would not change it. Amiens. Happy is your Grace That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison? And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, 1 Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Duke S. But what said Jaques? Did he not moralize this spectacle? 1 Lord. O yes, into a thousand similes. First, for his weeping into th' needless stream; "Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much." Then, being there alone, Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends; ""Tis right," quoth he; "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, Duke S. And did you leave him in this contemplation? 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and comment ing Upon the sobbing deer. Duke S. Shew me the place: I love to cope him in these sullen fits, 1 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Room in the Palace. 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 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 roinish clown, at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. Confesses that she secretly o'erheard Your daughter and her cousin much commend That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles; 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; [Exeunt. |