Fred. Ay, Celia; we but stay'd her for Else had she with her father rang'd along. your Cel. I did not then entreat to have her stay, Why, so am I; we still have slept together, sake ; Fred. She is too subtle for thee; and her smooth ness, 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. Fred. You are a fool !-You, niece, provide your self; If you outstay the time, upon mine honour, [Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK, &c. Cel. Thou hast not, cousin; Pr'ythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke Ros. That he hath not. 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? Cel. To seek my uncle, in the forest of Arden. Ros. Were it not better, Because, that I am more than common tall, That do outface it with their semblances. 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 call'd? 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 Ros. Now, go we in content, ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. [Exeunt. OLIVER'S House. Enter ORLANDO.-Knocks at the Door. Orl. Who's there? Enter ADAM. Adam. What! my young master?—Oh, my gentle master, Oh, my sweet master! Oh, you memory Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. D Oh, what a world is this, when, what is comely, Orl. Why, what's the matter? Come not within these doors; within this roof, Your brother Hath heard your praises; and this night, he means And you within it: if he fail of that, He will have other means to cut you off: This is no place, this house is but a butchery; Orl. Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? Adam. No matter whither, so you come not here. Orl. What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food? Or, with a base anh boisterous sword, enforce A thievish living on the common road? I rather will subject me to the malice Adam. But do not so; I have five hundred crowns, Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not, with unbashful forehead, woo The means of weakness and debility; Orl. Oh, good old man! how well in thee appears Adam. Master, go on; and I will follow thee, To the last gasp, with truth and loyalty. From seventeen years till now, almost fourscore, Here lived I, but now live here no more. At seventeen years, many their fortunes seek; But at fourscore, it is too late a week: Yet fortune cannot recompense me better, Than to die well, and not my master's debtor. [Exeunt. SCENE II. The Forest of Arden. Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, JAQUES, and Two or Three LORDS, like Foresters. Duke. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet, |