Page 1916 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Thou hast not, cousin.
Prithee be cheerful. Know’st thou not the Duke [90]
Hath banish’d me his daughter?

ROSALIND
That he hath not.

CELIA
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. [95]
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, [100]

Say what thou canst, I’ll go along with thee.

ROSALIND
Why, whither shall we go?

CELIA
To seek my uncle in the Forest of Arden.

ROSALIND
Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Maids as we are, to travel forth so far? [105]

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

CELIA

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.

ROSALIND