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'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.

Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak.

Duke F. Ay, Celia ; we stay'd her for your sake,
Else had she with her father rang'd along.

Cel. I did pot 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 wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans,
Still we went coupled, and inseparable.
Duke F. 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,
Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my

liege;
I cannot live out of her company.
Duke F. You are a fool:

-You, niece, provide
yourself;
If

you out-stay the time, upon mine honour,
And in the greatness of my word, you die.

[Ereunt Duke Frederick and Lords,
Cel. O my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go?
Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.
I charge thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am.

Ros. I have more cause.

• Compassione

That he hath not.

Cel. Something that hath No longer Celia, but Aliena

Ros. But, cousin, what i The clownish fool out of yo Would he not be a comfort

Cel. He'll go along o'er Leave me alone to woo hin And get our jewels and ou Devise the fittest time, and To hide us from pursuit th= After my flighit: Now go w To liberty, and not to bani

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Cel.

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

Ros.

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.
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,
That I did suit me all points like a man?
A gallant curtle-axt upou my thigh,
A boar-spear in my haud; and (in my heart
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will),
We'll have a swashingt and a martial outside;
As many other mannish cowards have,
That do outface it with their semblances.

To seek my uncle.

SCENE I. T.

Enter Duke senior, A

the dres

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Duke S. Now, myc Hath not old custom Than that of painted p More free from perilt Here feel we but the The seasons' differenc And churlish chiding Which when it bites a Even till I shrink wit This is no flattery: tu That feelingly persua Sweet are the uses of Which, like the toad Wears yet a precious And this our life, exe Finds tongues in tree Sermons in stones, ar

Ami. I would potc

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 callid?

A dusky, yellow-coloured earth.

+ Cullace,

#Swaggering.

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;
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 fight: Now go we in content,
To liberty, and not to banishinent. [Ereunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I. The Forest of Arden.

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Enter Duke senior, Amiens, and other Lords, in

the dress of Foresters,

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Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court ?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The seasons' difference; as the icy fang,
And churlish chiding of the winters's wind;
Which when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,-
This is no flattery: these are counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Sweet are the uses of adversity;
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from publick haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.

Ami. I would not change it: Happy is your grace,

Act II:

AS YOU LI

Indeed, my lord,

Sweep on, you fat and greas
'Tis just the fashion: Wher
Upon that poor and broke
Thus most invectively he pi
The body of the country, ci
Yea, and of this our life: s
Are mere usurpers, tyrants,
To fright the animals, and t
In their assign'd and native
Duke S. And did you le

plation?
% Lord, We did, my lord

ing
Upon the sobbing deer.

Duke S.
I love to cope him in the
For then he's full of mat-

% Lord. I'll bring you

958

AS YOU LIKE IT.
That can translate the stubbornness of fortune
Into so quiet and so sweet a style.

Duke 8. Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools-
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should, in their own confines, with forked heads*
Have their round haunches gor'd.

1 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
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood:
To the which place a poor sequester'd stag,
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,
The wretched animal heav'd forth such groads,
That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nose

In piteous chase : and thus the hairy fool, 1. Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,

Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.

Duke s.
Did he not moralize this spectacle?

1 Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes.
First, for his weeping in the needless stream;
Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a testament
As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
To that which had too much: Then, beiog alone,
Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;

SCT

A room

Enter Duke Frederi

But what said Jaques!

Duke F. Can it be po
It cannot be: some vi
Are of consent and su

1 Lord. I cannot h The ladies, ber attend. Saw her a-bed; and, i They found the bed u % Lord. My lord,

so oft
Your grace was wont
Hesperia, the princes
Confesses that she se

'Tis right, quoth he; this misery doth part
The flur of company: Anon, a careless herd,
And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques,

Full of the pasture, jumps along by him,

Encoun

• Barbed arrows.

HUIN

Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ;
'Tis just the fashion: Wherefore do you look
Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there?
Thus most invectively he pierceth through
The body of the country, city, court,
Yea, and of this our life: swearing, that we
Are mere usurpers, tyrants, and what's worse,
To fright the animals, and to kill them up,
In their assign'd and native dwelliug place.
Duke S. And did you leave him in this contem-

plation?
2 Lord, We did, my lord, weeping and combiente

ing
Upon the sobbing deer.
Duke S.

Show me the place;
I love to cope* him in these sullen fits,
For then he's full of matter.

% Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. [Exeunt.

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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.
2 Lord. My lord, the roynisht clown, at whom

so oft
Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
Hesperia, the princess' gentlewoman,
Confesses that she secretly o'er-heard

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