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? 128 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? 132 136 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. ACT SECOND Scene One [The Forest of Arden] 140 Exeunt. 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; brooks, 8 12 the running Sermons in stones, and good in every thing. 16 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. 20 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 24 Have their round haunches gor'd. First Lord. 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 28 32 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, 36 That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Cours'd one another down his innocent nose Duke S. 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 40. 44 48 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, 52 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 56 60 39 Cours'd: pursued To fright the animals and to kill them up Duke S. And did you leave him in this contemplation? 64 Sec. Lord. We did, my lord, weeping and com menting Upon the sobbing deer. Duke S. Show me the place. For then he's full of matter. 68 I love to cope him in these sullen fits, Sec. Lord. I'll bring you to him straight. Scene Two [A Room in the Palace] Enter Duke [Frederick], with Lords. Exeunt. 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 62 kill .. up: kill off 68 matter: sense, substance 12 67 cope: encounter 69 straight: straightway 3 of consent and sufferance: i.e., have complied and permitted with out opposition 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; 16 Duke F. Send to his brother; fetch that gallant hither; If he be absent, bring his brother to me; Scene Three [Before Oliver's House] Enter Orlando and Adam [meeting]. Orl. Who's there? 20 Exeunt. Adam. What! my young master? O my gentle master! O my sweet master! O you memory Of old Sir Rowland! why, what make you here? 8 No more do yours: your virtues, gentle master, 12 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' 12 No ... yours; cf. n. 10 kind: sorts 13 sanctified: sanctimonious |