As You Like It
Act 1, Scene 3
A room in the Duke’s palace.
- Enter Celia and Rosalind.
- Why, cousin, why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy, not a word?
- Not one to throw at a dog.
Celia4 - 5
- No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs,
- throw some of them at me. Come lame me with reasons.
Rosalind6 - 7
- Then there were two cousins laid up, when the one should be
- lam’d with reasons, and the other mad without any.
- But is all this for your father?
Rosalind9 - 10
- No, some of it is for my child’s father. O how full of
- briers is this working-day world!
Celia11 - 13
- They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday
- foolery; if we walk not in the trodden paths, our very
- petticoats will catch them.
- I could shake them off my coat; these burs are in my heart.
- Hem them away.
- I would try, if I could cry “hem” and have him.
- Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.
- O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself!
Celia19 - 23
- O, a good wish upon you! You will try in time, in despite of
- a fall. But turning these jests out of service, let us talk
- in good earnest. Is it possible, on such a sudden, you
- should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland’s
- youngest son?
- The Duke my father lov’d his father dearly.
Celia25 - 27
- Doth 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.
- No, faith, hate him not, for my sake.
- Why should I not? Doth he not deserve well?
- Enter Duke Frederick with Lords.
Rosalind31 - 32
- Let me love him for that, and do you love him because I do.
- Look, here comes the Duke.
- With his eyes full of anger.
Duke Frederick34 - 35
- Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste,
- And get you from our court.
- Me, uncle?
Duke Frederick37 - 40
- You, cousin.
- Within these ten days if that thou beest found
- So near our public court as twenty miles,
- Thou diest for it.
Rosalind41 - 48
- I do beseech your Grace
- Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me:
- If with myself I hold intelligence,
- Or have acquaintance with mine own desires;
- If that I do not dream, or be not frantic
- (As I do trust I am not), then, dear uncle,
- Never so much as in a thought unborn
- Did I offend your Highness.
Duke Frederick49 - 52
- Thus do all traitors:
- If their purgation did consist in words,
- They are as innocent as grace itself.
- Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not.
Rosalind53 - 54
- Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor.
- Tell me whereon the likelihood depends.
- Thou art thy father’s daughter, there’s enough.
Rosalind56 - 62
- So was I when your Highness took his dukedom,
- So was I when your Highness banish’d him.
- Treason is not inherited, my lord,
- Or if we did derive it from our friends,
- What’s that to me? My father was no traitor.
- Then, good my liege, mistake me not so much
- To think my poverty is treacherous.
- Dear sovereign, hear me speak.
Duke Frederick64 - 65
- Ay, Celia, we stay’d her for your sake,
- Else had she with her father rang’d along.
Celia66 - 73
- I did not then entreat to have her stay,
- It was your pleasure and your own remorse.
- I was too young that time to value her,
- But now I know her. If she be a traitor,
- Why, so am I. We still have 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.
Duke Frederick74 - 81
- She is too subtile for thee, and her smoothness,
- 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.
Celia82 - 83
- Pronounce that sentence then on me, my liege,
- I cannot live out of her company.
Duke Frederick84 - 86
- You are a fool. You, niece, provide yourself;
- If you outstay the time, upon mine honor,
- And in the greatness of my word, you die.
- Exit Duke with Lords.
Celia88 - 90
- 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.
- I have more cause.
Celia92 - 94
- Thou hast not, cousin,
- Prithee be cheerful. Know’st thou not the Duke
- Hath banish’d me, his daughter?
- That he hath not.
Celia96 - 105
- No, hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love
- Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one.
- Shall we be sund’red? Shall we part, 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 yourself, and leave me out;
- For by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
- Say what thou canst, I’ll go along with thee.
- Why, whither shall we go?
- To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden.
Rosalind108 - 110
- Alas, what danger will it be to us,
- Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!
- Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
Celia111 - 114
- I’ll put myself 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.
Rosalind115 - 123
- Were it not better,
- Because that I am more than common tall,
- That I did suit me all points like a man?
- A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh,
- A boar-spear in my hand, and—in my heart
- Lie there what hidden woman’s fear there will—
- We’ll have a swashing and a martial outside,
- As many other mannish cowards have
- That do outface it with their semblances.
- What shall I call thee when thou art a man?
Rosalind125 - 127
- 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?
Celia128 - 129
- Something that hath a reference to my state:
- No longer Celia, but Aliena.
Rosalind130 - 132
- 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?
Celia133 - 139
- 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.