CELIA

I pray thee Rosalind, sweet my Coz, be merry. Herein I see thou lovest me not with the full weight that I love thee; if my Uncle thy banished father had banished thy Uncle the Duke my Father, so thou hadst been still with me, I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine; so wouldst thou, if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously tempered, as mine is to thee. You know my Father hath no child, but I, nor none is Like to have; and truly when he die, thou shalt be his heir; for what he hath taken away from thy fa there perforce, I will render thee again in affection: by mine honour I will, and when I break that oath, let me turn monster: therefore my sweet Rose, my deer Rose, be merry. Marry I prithee do, to make sport withal: but love no man in good earnest, nor no further in sport ney there; then with safety of a pure blush, thou mayest in ho nor come off again. Let us fit and mock the good housewife For tune from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally. It's true, for those that she makes fair, she scarce makes honest, & those that she makes honest, she makes very ill favoredly. No; when Nature hath made a fair creature, may she not by Fortune fallen into the fire? though nature hath given us wit to flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune sent in this fool to cut off the argument? Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither, but Nature's, who perceives our natural wits too dull to reason of such goddesses, hath sent this Natural for our whetstone for always the dulness of the fool, is the whetstone of the wits. How now Wit, whither wander you? Were you made the messenger? How prove you that in the great heap of your knowledge? By our beards (if we had them) thou art. Prithee, who is't that thou means't? By my troth thou sayest true: For, since the little wit that fools have was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show; Here comes Mon sieur the Beum. Which he will put on us, as Pigeons feed their young. All the better: we shall be the more Marketable. Boon-iour Monsieur le Beum, what's the news? Sport: of what colour? Well said, that was laid on with a trowel. Well, the beginning that is dead and buried. I could match this beginning with and old tale. Or I, I promise thee. Yonder sure they are coming. Let us now stay and see it. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks successfully Call him hither good Monsieuer Le Beum. Young Gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your years: you have seen cruel proof of this men strength, if you saw your self with your eyes, or knew your self with your judgement, the fear of your advent ture would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We pray you for your own sake to embrace your own safe tie, and give over this attempt. And mine to eke out hers. Your hearts desires be with you. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fell low by the leg. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down. Were I my Father (Coze) would I do this? Gentle Cousin, Let us go thank him, and encourage him: My Father's rough and envious disposition Sticks me at heart: Sir, you have well deserved, If you do keep your promises in love; But justly as you have exceeded all promise, Your Mistress shall be happy. I: fare you well fair Gentleman. Will you go Coze? Why Cousin, why Rosaline: Cupid have mercy, Not a word? No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs, throw some of them at me; come lame me with reasons. But is all this for your Father? They are but burrs, Cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery, if we walk not in the trodden paths our very petty-coats will catch them. Hem them away. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. Oh, a good wish upon you: you will try in time in despite of a fallen: but turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest: Is it possible on such a so dame, you should fallen into so strong a liking with old Sir Roulands youngest son? Does it therefore ensue that you should love his Son dearly? By this kind of chase, I should hate him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando. Why should I not? does he not deserve well? With his eyes full of anger. Dear Sovereign hear me speak. I did not then entreat to have her stay. It was your pleasure, and your own remorse, I was too young that time to valve her, But now I know her: if she be a Traitor, Why so am I: we still have slept together, Rose at and instant, learned, played, eat together, And wheresoever we went, Like Juno's Swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable. Pronounce that sentence then on me my Liege, I cannot live out of her company. Oh my poor Rosaline, whither wilt thou go? Wilt thou change Father's? I will give thee mine: I charge thee be not thou more grieved then I am. Thou hast not Cousin, Prithee be cheerful; knowest thou not the Duke Hath banished me his daughter? No, hath not? Rosaline lacks then the love Which teaches thee that thou and I am one, Shall we be sundered? shall we partly 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 your self, and leave me out: For by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale; Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee. To seek my Uncle in the Forest of Arden. I'll put my self 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. What shall I call thee when thou art a man? Something that hath a reference to my state: No longer Celia, but Aliena. Heel go along over the wide world with me, Leave me alone to woe 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 in we content To liberty, and not to banishment. I pray you bear with me, I cannot go no fur there. I pray you, one of you question yoned man, If he for gold will give us any food, I faint almost to death. And we will mend thy wages: I Like this place, and willingly could Waste my time in it. Why should this Desert be, for it is unpeopled? No: Tongues I'll hang on every tree, that shall civil sayings shoe. Some, how brief the Life of man runs his erring pilgrimage, That the stretching of a span, buckles in his sum of age. Some of violated vows, betwixt the souls of friend, and friend: But upon the fairest bows, or at every sentence end; Will I Rosalinda write, teaching all that read, to know The quintessence of every sprite, heaven would in little show. Therefore heaven Nature charged, that one body should be filled With all Graces wide enlarged, nature presently distilled Helens cheek, but not his heart, Cleopatra's Majesty: Attalanta's better partly, sad Lucrecia's Modesty. Thus Rosalind of many parts, by Heavenly Synod was devised, Of many faces, eyes, and hearts, to have the touches dearest prised. Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave. How now back friends: Shepherd, go off a lit tle: go with him sirrah. Didst thou hear these verses? That's no matter: the feet might bear y e verses. But didst thou hear without wondering, how thy name should be hanged and carved upon these trees? Tro you, who hath done this? And a chain that you once wore about his neck: change you colour? Oh Lord, Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to meet; but Mountains may be removed with Earth quakes, and so encounter. Is it possible? Oh wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful, and yet again wondered, and after that out of all hooping. So you may put a man in your belly. Nay, he hath but a little beard. It is young Orlando, that trip up the Wrestlers heals, and your heart, both in and instant. In faith (Coz) 'tis he. Orlando. You must borrow me Gargantuas mouth first: it's a Word too great for any mouth of this Ages size, to say I and no, to these particulars, is more then to answer in a Catechism. It is as easy to count Atomies as to resolve the propositions of a Lover: but take a taste of my finding him, and relish it with good observance. I found him under a tree Like a dropped Acorn. Give me audience, good Madam. There lay he stretched along Like a Wounded knight. Cry holla, to the tongue, I prithee: it curuettes unseasonably. He was furnished Like a Hunter. I would sing my song without a burden, thou bringest me out of tune. You bring me out. Soft, comes he not here? Do I prithee, but yet have the grace to consider, that tears do not become a man. As good cause as one would desire, Therefore weep. Something browner then Iudasses: Marry his kisses are Iudasses own children. And excellent colour: Your Chessenut was ever the only colour: He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana : a Nun of winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously, the very ye of chastity is in them. Nay certainly there is no truth in him. Yes, I think he is not a pick purse, nor a horse-stealer, but for his verity in love, I do think him as concave as a covered goblet, or a Wormeaten nut. Yes, when he is in, but I think he is not in. Was, is not is: beside, the oath of Lover is no stronger then the word of a Tapster, they are both the confirmer of false reckonings, he attends here in the for rest on the Duke your father. Oh that's a brave man, he writes brave verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely, quite Travers athwart the heart of his lo ver, as a puisny Tilter, y to spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff Like a noble goose; but all's brave that youth mounts, and folly guides: who comes here? Well: and what of him? It pleases him to call you so: but he hath a Rosa lined of a better leere then you. I cannot say the words. Go too: will you Orlando, have to wife this Ro salind ? You have simply misused our sex in your loue-prate: we must have your doublet and hose plucked over your head, and show the world what the bird hath done to her own nest. Or rather bottomless, that as fast as you pour affection in, in runs out. And I'll sleep. I warrant you, with pure love, & troubled brain, He hath t'ane his bow and arrows, and is gone forth To sleep: look who comes here. Alas poor Shepherd. West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom The rank of Oziers, by the murmuring stream Left on your right hand, brings you to the place: But at this hour, the house does keep it self, There's none within. It is no boast, being asked, to say we are. I pray you tell it. Oh I have herd him speak of that same brother, And he did render him the most unnatural That lived amongst men. Are you his brother? Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him? Why how now Ganymede, sweet Ganymede. There is more in it; Cousin Ganymede. Wee'll led you thither: I pray you will you take him, by the arm. Come, you look paler and paler: pray you draw homeward: good sir, go with us.