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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 After my flight. Now go we in content To liberty and not to banishment.
[The Forest of Arden]
Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords, like Foresters.
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 not the penalty of Adam.
The seasons' difference, as, the icy fang
128 Ganymede; cf. n.
131 Aliena; cf. n. 3 painted: artificial, unnatural 6 as: for example
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
Ami. I would not change it. Happy is your Grace, That can translate the stubbornness of fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style.
Duke S. 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.
Indeed, my lord,
The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;
Under an oak whose antic root peeps out
7 churlish: rough, violent chiding: angry noise
20 style: manner of life
18 I... it; cf. n.
23 desert; cf. n.
forked heads: i.e., the heads of barbed arrows
27 in that kind: in that way
31 antic: fantastic, grotesque, or antique
30 along: at full length
32 brawls: i.e., the noise made by a brook flowing over stones 33 sequester'd: separated, i.e., from the herd
That from the hunters' aim had ta'en a hurt,
That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
But what said Jaques? Did he not moralize this spectacle?
First Lord. O, yes, into a thousand similes. First, for his weeping into 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, being there alone, Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;
''Tis right,' quoth he; 'thus misery doth part
The flux of company': anon, a careless herd,
And never stays to greet him; 'Ay,' quoth Jaques,
44 moralize: interpret, give a moral sense to
48 worldlings: men of this world (?)
50 velvet: ie., because of their soft coats (?); cf. n.
52 flux of company; cf. n. anon: presently
55 greasy: i.e., with excess prosperity
56 fashion: prevalent way, what is to be expected 58 invectively: with denunciation
39 Cours'd: pursued
To fright the animals and to kill them up
Duke S. And did you leave him in this contemplation?
Sec. Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and com
Upon the sobbing deer.
Show me the place.
For then he's full of matter.
I love to cope him in these sullen fits,
Sec. Lord. I'll bring you to him straight.
[A Room in the Palace]
Enter Duke [Frederick], with Lords.
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.
First Lord. I cannot hear of any that did see her.
The ladies, her attendants of her chamber,
They found the bed untreasur'd of their mistress.
Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing.
Confesses that she secretly o'erheard
Your daughter and her cousin much commend
.. up: kill off
68 matter: sense, substance
67 cope: encounter 69 straight: straightway
3 of consent and sufferance: i.e., have complied and permitted with
8 roynish: scurvy
7 untreasur'd: devoid of the treasure
The parts and graces of the wrestler
That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles;
Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hither;
If he be absent, bring his brother to me;
[Before Oliver's House]
Enter Orlando and Adam [meeting].
Orl. Who's there?
Adam. What! my young master? O my gentle
O my sweet master! O you memory
Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here?
No more do yours: your virtues, gentle master,
O, what a world is this, when what is comely
13 parts: personal qualities
20 quail: falter
7 so fond: so foolish as
19 suddenly: immediately 3 memory: memorial
8 bonny priser: stout champion; cf. 'prize-fighter'
yours; cf. n.
10 kind: sorts
13 sanctified: sanctimonious