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  • Title: As You Like It (Modern)
  • Editor: David Bevington
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-369-4

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: David Bevington
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    As You Like It (Modern)

    Enter Celia and Rosalind.
    460Celia 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 465with 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?
    470Rosalind No, some of it is for my child's father. Oh, 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.
    475Rosalind 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.
    480Rosalind Oh, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself.
    Celia Oh, 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, 485you 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 490him, 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?
    Enter Duke [Frederick], with Lords.
    495Rosalind 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 [To Rosalind] Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste,
    And get you from our court.
    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.
    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 --
    510As 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,
    515They 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.
    520Rosalind 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.
    525Then, 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.
    530Celia 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,
    535Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together,
    And wheresoe'er 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,
    540Speak 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
    545Which 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 honor,
    550And in the greatness of my word, you die.
    Exit Duke, &c. [with 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.
    I have more cause.
    Thou hast not, cousin.
    Prithee be cheerful. Know'st thou not the Duke
    Hath banished me, his daughter?
    That he hath not.
    560Celia No? "Hath not"? Rosalind lacks, then, the love
    Which teacheth thee that thou 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,
    565Whither 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.
    570Rosalind 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.
    575Celia 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.
    Were it not better,
    580Because that I am more than common tall,
    That I did suit me all points like a man?
    A gallant curtal-ax upon my thigh,
    A boar-spear in my hand, and -- in my heart
    Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will --
    585We'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,
    590And therefore look you call me Ganymede.
    But what will you be called?
    Celia Something that hath a reference to my state:
    No longer Celia, but Aliena.
    Rosalind But, cousin, what if we assayed to steal
    595The 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,
    600Devise 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.