Ros. Let me love him for that, and do you love him, because I do: Look, here comes the duke. Cel. With his eyes full of anger, Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with Lords. Duke F. Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste, And get you from our court. Ros. bagonball Me, uncle?en Duke F Leder ode You, cousin ; Within these ten days if that thon be'st found Duke F Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor: Tell me, whereon the likelihood depends.ots all Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's! enough. 4 Ros. So was I, when your highness took his So was I, when your highness banish'd him: Or, if we did derive it from our friends, 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 not then entreat to have her stay, It was your pleasure, and your own remorse2; I was too young that time to value her, But now I know her; if she be a traitor, Why so am I; we have still 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. 3 Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her demosmoothness, Her very silence, and her patience, Speak to the people, and they pity her. Thou art a fool: she robs thee of thy name ;ma And thou wilt show more bright, and seem more a virtuous, jo dhiyo kaydetm When she is gone: then open not thy lips; Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd. If you out-stay the time, upon mine honour, [Exeunt 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. Cel. Thou hast not, cousin; Pr'ythee, be cheerful: know'st thou not, the duke Hath banish'd me, his daughter? 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? No; let my father seek another heir. 4 i, e. compassion. So in Macbeth: 'Stop the access and passage to remorse. Therefore, devise with me, how we may fly, Cel. To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden. Ros. A boar-spear in my hand; and (in my heart 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, 5 The second folio reads charge. Malone explains it 'to take your change or reverse of fortune upon yourself, without any aid of participation.' 6A kind of umber, a dusky yellow-coloured earth, brought from Umbria in Italy, well known to artists. In the chorus to King Henry V. we have 6 -the battle's umber'd face,' This was one of the old words for a cutlass, or short crooked sword, coutelas, French. It was variously spelled, courtlas, courtlar, curtlar. So in Fairefaxe's Tasso, b. ix. st, 82: 'His cartlax on his thigh, short crooked fine. ei. e. as we now say, dashing; spirited and calculated to surprise. To swash is interpreted by Torriano, 'Strepitar con l'arme.' Hence a swash buckler was a swaggerer, a bragging toss-blade, a Capitain Slash,' according to the same authority. Vol. III. 6 And therefore look you call me Ganymede. 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. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. The Forest of Arden. Enter Duke senior, AMIENS, and other Lords, in the dress of Foresters. Duke S. Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exíle, 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 winter'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. 1 The old copy reads 'not the penalty, Theobald proposed to read but, and has been followed by subsequent editors. "Surely the old reading is right, says Mr. Boswell; here we feel not, do not suffer, from the penalty of Adam! for when the winter's wind blows upon my body, I smile and say Sweet are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, 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 confínes, with forked heads Have their round haunches gor'd. 1 Lord. Indeed, my 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 wood5: To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt, Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord, The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans, That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat 2 It was currently believed in the time of Shakspeare that the toad had a stone contained in its head which was endued with singular virtues. This was called the toad-stone. Fenton in his Secrete Wonders of Nature, 1569, says: There is founde in the heades of olde and great toades, a stone, which they call borax. or stelon; it is most commonly found in the head of an hee toad, of power to repulse poysons, and that it is a most sovereigne medicine for the stone. Lupton, in his One Thousand Notable Things, and other writers mention it, 3 It irks me, i. e. it gives me pain. Mi rincresce, mi fà male.-Torriano's Dict.Me 4 Barbed arrows, 5 Gray, in his Elegy, has availed himself of this passage : "There at the foot of yonder nodding beech |