Cel. Thou hast not, cousin ; Pr'ythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke Ros. That he hath not. Cel. No, hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love Cel. To seek Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, Maids as we are, to travel forth so far? Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. my uncle. 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; [Exeunt. SCENE I-The Forest of Arden. Enter Duke senior, AMIENS, and other Lords, in the dress Duke S. Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head : Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, I would not change it.2 Ami. Happy is your grace, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style! Duke S. Come, shall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks me, the poor dappled foolsBeing native burghers of this desert city— Should, in their own confines, with forked heads 3 Have their round haunches gor'd. 1 Lord. Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you. To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Duke S. But what said Jaques ? Did he not moralise this spectacle? 1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes. First, for his weeping in the needless stream; To that which had too much.' Then, being alone, "Tis right,' quoth he; this misery doth part And never stays to greet him: 'Ay,' quoth Jaques, 'Tis just the fashion: wherefore do you look Duke S. And did you leave him in this contemplation ? 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and commenting Upon the sobbing deer. 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. |