Ros. That he hath not. 560 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? Cel. To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden. 570 Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, Maids as we are, to travel forth so far? Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. Cel. 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. Ros. Were it not better, Because that I am more than common tall, A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my heart 580 Cel. What shall I call thee, when thou art a man?' Ros. Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page; And therefore look you call me, Ganimed. But what will you be call'd? 590 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; To hide us from pursuit that will be made 600 [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE 1. The Forest of Arden. Enter Duke senior, AMIENS, and two or three Lords like Foresters. Duke Sen. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in Hath not old custom made this life more sweet And And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head : 10 And this our life, exempt from publick haunt, Ami. I would not change it: Happy is your grace, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a stile. 20 Duke Sen. 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; Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out 30 Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord, Duke Sen. But what said Jaques ? 1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similies. To that which had too much: Then, being alone, 'Tis right, quoth he; thus misery doth part And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques, 'Tis just the fashion: Wherefore do you look D 40 50 60 Duke Duke Sen. And did you leave him in this contem plation? 2 Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and comment ing Upon the sobbing deer. Duke Sen. Show me the place; I love to cope him in these sullen fits. 2 Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. 70 [Exeunt. SCENE II. The Palace. Enter Duke FREDERICK with Lords. Duke. 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 roynish clown, at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. 80 And |