Why, cousin, why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy! 461Not a word?

Not one to throw at a dog.

No, thy words are too precious to be cast away 464upon curs. Throw some of them at me. Come, lame me 465with reasons.

Then there were two cousins laid up, when the 467one should be lamed with reasons and the other 468mad without any.

But is all this for your father?

No, some of it is for my child's father. Oh, 471how full of briers is this working-day world!

They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee 473in holiday foolery. If we walk not in the trodden paths, 474our very petticoats will catch them.

I could shake them off my coat. These burs are 476in my heart.

Hem them away.

I would try, if I could cry "hem" and have him.

Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.

Oh, they take the part of a better wrestler than 481myself.

Oh, a good wish upon you! You will try in time, 483in despite of a fall. But, turning these jests out of service, 484let us talk in good earnest. Is it possible, on such a sudden, 485you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir 486Rowland's youngest son?

The Duke my father loved his father dearly.

Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his 489son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate 490him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate 491not Orlando.

No, faith, hate him not, for my sake.

Why should I not? Doth he not deserve well?

Let me love him for that, and do you love him 496because I do. Look, here comes the Duke.

With his eyes full of anger.

Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste,

1.3.21499And get you from our court.

And get you from our court. Me, uncle?

And get you from our court. Me, uncle? You, cousin.

1.3.22502Within these ten days if that thou be'st found

1.3.23503So near our public court as twenty miles,

1.3.24504Thou diest for it.

Thou diest for it. I do beseech Your Grace,

1.3.25506Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me.

1.3.26507If with myself I hold intelligence

1.3.27508Or have acquaintance with mine own desires,

1.3.28509If that I do not dream, or be not frantic --

1.3.29510As I do trust I am not -- then, dear uncle,

1.3.30511Never so much as in a thought unborn

1.3.31512Did I offend Your Highness.

Did I offend Your Highness. Thus do all traitors.

1.3.32514If their purgation did consist in words,

1.3.33515They are as innocent as grace itself.

1.3.34516Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not.

Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor.

1.3.36518Tell me whereon the likelihood depends.

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

So was I when Your Highness took his dukedom;

1.3.39521So was I when Your Highness banished him.

1.3.40522Treason is not inherited, my lord;

1.3.41523Or, if we did derive it from our friends,

1.3.42524What's that to me? My father was no traitor.

1.3.43525Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much

1.3.44526To think my poverty is treacherous.

Dear sovereign, hear me speak.

Ay, Celia, we stayed her for your sake,

1.3.47529Else had she with her father ranged along.

I did not then entreat to have her stay;

1.3.49531It was your pleasure, and your own remorse.

1.3.50532I was too young that time to value her,

1.3.51533But now I know her. If she be a traitor,

1.3.52534Why so am I. We still have slept together,

1.3.53535Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together,

1.3.54536And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans

1.3.55537Still we went coupled and inseparable.

She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness,

1.3.57539Her very silence and her patience,

1.3.58540Speak to the people, and they pity her.

1.3.59541Thou art a fool. She robs thee of thy name,

1.3.60542And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous

1.3.61543When she is gone. Then open not thy lips.

1.3.62544Firm and irrevocable is my doom

1.3.63545Which I have passed upon her; she is banished.

Pronounce that sentence, then, on me, my liege!

1.3.65547I cannot live out of her company.

You are a fool. -- You, niece, provide yourself.

1.3.67549If you outstay the time, upon mine honor,

1.3.68550And in the greatness of my word, you die.

O my poor Rosalind, whither wilt thou go?

1.3.70553Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.

1.3.71554I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am.

I have more cause.

I have more cause. Thou hast not, cousin.

1.3.73557Prithee be cheerful. Know'st thou not the Duke

1.3.74558Hath banished me, his daughter?

Hath banished me, his daughter? That he hath not.

No? "Hath not"? Rosalind lacks, then, the love

1.3.76561Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one.

1.3.77562Shall we be sundered? Shall we part, sweet girl?

1.3.78563No; let my father seek another heir.

1.3.79564Therefore devise with me how we may fly,

1.3.80565Whither to go, and what to bear with us.

1.3.81566And do not seek to take your change upon you,

1.3.82567To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out;

1.3.83568For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,

1.3.84569Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee.

Why, whither shall we go?

To seek my uncle in the Forest of Arden.

Alas, what danger will it be to us,

1.3.88573Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!

1.3.89574Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,

1.3.91576And with a kind of umber smirch my face;

1.3.92577The like do you. So shall we pass along,

1.3.93578And never stir assailants.

And never stir assailants. Were it not better,

1.3.94580Because that I am more than common tall,

1.3.95581That I did suit me all points like a man?

1.3.96582A gallant curtal-ax upon my thigh,

1.3.97583A boar-spear in my hand, and -- in my heart

1.3.98584Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will --

1.3.99585We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,

1.3.100586As many other mannish cowards have

1.3.101587That do outface it with their semblances.

What shall I call thee when thou art a man?

I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page,

1.3.104590And therefore look you call me Ganymede.

1.3.105591But what will you be called?

Something that hath a reference to my state:

1.3.107593No longer Celia, but Aliena.

But, cousin, what if we assayed to steal

1.3.109595The clownish fool out of your father's court?

1.3.110596Would he not be a comfort to our travel?

He'll go along o'er the wide world with me.

1.3.112598Leave me alone to woo him. Let's away,

1.3.113599And get our jewels and our wealth together,

1.3.114600Devise the fittest time and safest way

1.3.115601To hide us from pursuit that will be made

1.3.116602After my flight. Now go we in content

1.3.117603To liberty, and not to banishment.