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    Act 1, Scene III

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    SCENE III. A room in the palace.

    Enter CELIA and ROSALIND
    CELIA
    Why, cousin! why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy! not a word?

    ROSALIND
    Not one to throw at a dog.

    CELIA
    No, thy 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 thee 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 thy 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
    Doth 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? doth 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.

    Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords

    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 thou be'st found
    So near our public court as twenty miles,
    Thou 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 thee that I trust thee not.

    ROSALIND
    Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor:
    Tell me whereon the likelihood depends.

    DUKE FREDERICK
    Thou art thy father's daughter; there's enough.

    ROSALIND
    So was I when your highness took his dukedom;
    So was I when your highness banish'd 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 stay'd 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, learn'd, play'd, eat together,
    And wheresoever we went, like Juno's swans,
    Still we went coupled and inseparable.

    DUKE FREDERICK
    She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness,
    Her very silence and her patience
    Speak to the people, and they pity her.
    Thou art a fool: she robs thee of thy name;
    And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous
    When 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.

    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.

    Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK and Lords

    CELIA
    O my poor Rosalind, whither wilt thou go?
    Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.
    I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am.

    ROSALIND
    I have more cause.

    CELIA
    Thou hast not, cousin;
    Prithee be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke
    Hath banish'd me, his daughter?

    ROSALIND
    That he hath not.

    CELIA
    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.

    ROSALIND
    Why, whither 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 curtle-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 thee when thou 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 call'd?

    CELIA
    Something that hath a reference to my state
    No longer Celia, but Aliena.

    ROSALIND
    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?

    CELIA
    He'll go along o'er 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.

    Exeunt
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