Page 1917 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Were it not better, [110]
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, [115]
We’ll have a swashing and a martial outside,
As many other mannish cowards have

That do outface it with their semblances.

CELIA
What shall I call thee when thou art a man?

ROSALIND
I’ll have no worse a name than Jove’s own page, [120]
And therefore look you call me Ganymede.
But what will you be call’d?

CELIA
Something that hath a reference to my state.

No longer Celia, but Aliena.

ROSALIND
But cousin, what if we assay’d to steal [125]
The clownish fool out of your father’s court?
Would he not be a comfort to our travel?

CELIA

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, [130]
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.