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And in the hearing of these many friends,
I swear to thee, even by thine own fair eyes,
Wherein I see myself,-


Mark you but that! In both mine eyes he doubly sees himself: In each eye one:-swear by your double self, And there's an oath of credit.'

Bass. Nay, but hear me : Pardon this fault, and by my soul I swear, I never more will break an oath with thee. Ant. I once did lend my body for his wealth: Which, but for him that had your husband's ring, To PORTIA. Had quite miscarried: I dare be bound again, My soul upon the forfeit, that your lord Will never more break faith advisedly.

Por. Then you shall be his surety: Give him this; And bid him keep it better than the other.

Ant. Here, lord Bassanio; swear to keep this ring; Bass. By heaven, it is the same I gave the doctor! Por. I had it of him: pardon me, Bassanio; For by this ring the doctor lay with me.

Ner. And pardon me, my gentle Gratiano; For that same scrubbed boy, the doctor's clerk, In lieu of this, last night did lie with me.

Gra. Why, this is like the mending of highways In summer, where the ways are fair enough: What! are we cuckolds, ere we have deserved it? Por. Speak not so grossly.-You are all amaz'd: Here is a letter, read it at your leisure; It comes from Padua, from Bellario: There you shall find that Portia was the doctor; Nerissa there, her clerk: Lorenzo here Shall witness, I set forth as soon as you, And but even now return'd; I have not yet Enter'd my house.-Antonio, you are welcome; And I have better news in store for you,

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For hear I read for certain that my ships
Are safely come to road.


How now, Lorenzo? My clerk hath some good comforts too for you. Ner. Ay and I'll give them him without a fee.There do I give to you and Jessica, From the rich Jew a special deed of gift, After his death, of all he dies possess'd of.

Lor, Fair ladies, you drop inanna in the way Of starved people.


It is almost morning.
And yet, I am sure, you are not satisfied
Of these events at full: Let us go in;
And charge us there upon inter gatories,
And we will answer all things faithfully.

Gra. Let it be so: The first inter gatory,
That my Nerissa shall be sworn on, is,
Whether till the next night she had rather stay ;
Or go to bed now, being two hours to-day:
But were the day come, I should wish it dark,
That I were couching with the doctor's clerk.
Well, while I live, I'll fear no other thing

So sore, as keeping safe Nerissa's ring. [Excuns

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Sons of Sir Rowland de Bois.

Servants to Oliver.

The SCENE lies, first, near Oliver's House; afterwards, partly in the Usurper's Court, and partly in the Forest of Arden.

SCENE I.- An Orchard, near Oliver's House.

Orl. As I remember, Adam, it was upon this
ion bequeath'd me: By will, but a poor thousand
crowns; and, as thou say st, charged my brother,
on his blessing, to breed me well: and there begins
my sadness. My brother Jaques he keeps at
school, and report speaks goldenly of his profit:
for my part, he keeps me rustically at home, or, to
speak more properly, stays me here at home un-
kept: For call you that keeping for a gentleman of
my birth, that dillers not from the stalling of an ox?
His horses are bred better; for, besides that they
are fair with their feeding, they are taught their
manage, and to that end riders dearly hired: but
I, his brother, gain nothing under him but growth;
for the which his animals on his dunghills are as
much bound to him as I. Besides this nothing that
he so plentifully gives me, the something that
nature gave me, his countenance seems to take
from me: he lets me feed with his hinds, bars me
the place of a brother, and as much as in him lies
mines my gentility with my education. This is it
Adam, that grieves me; and the spirit of my father
which I think is within me, begins to mutiny
against this servitude: I will no longer endure it,
though yet I know no wise remedy how to avoid it.
Enter Oliver.


The courtesy of nations allows you tny better, in that you are the first-born; but the same tradition takes not away my blood, were there twenty fash-brothers betwixt us: I have as much of my father in me, as you; albeit, I confess, your coming before me is nearer to his reverence. Oli. What, boy!

Orl. Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this.

Oli. Wilt thou lay hands on me, villain? Orl. I am no villain: I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland de Bois; he was my father, and he is thrice a villain, that says such a father begot villains: Wert thou not my brother, I would not take this hand from thy throat, till this other hand pulled out thy tongue for saying so; thou hast railed on thyself.

Adam. Sweet masters, be patient; for your father's remembrance, be at accord. Oli. Let me go, I say.

Orl. I will not, till I please: you shall hear me. My father charged you in his will to give me good education: you have trained me like a peasant, obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman-like qualities: the spirit of my father grows strong t me, and I will no longer endure it; therefore allow me such exercises as may become a gentle man, or give me the poor allottery my father left me by testament; with that I will go buy my for


Oli. And what wilt thou do? beg, when that is spent? Well, sir, get you in: I will not long be troubled with you: you shall have some part of your will; I pray you, leave me.

Orl. I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good.

Oli. Get you with him, you old dog

Adam. Is old dog my reward? most true, I have lost my teeth in your service.-God be with my old master! he would not have spoke such a word. Exeunt ORLANDO and ADAM. Oli. Is it even so begin you to grow upon me? I will physic your rankness, and yet give no thou sand crowns neither. Hola, Dennis!

Adam. Yonder comes my master, your brother. Orl. Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up.

Oli. Now, sir, what make you here?
Orl. Nothing: I am not taught to make any thing.|
Oli. What mar you then, sir?

Orl. Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness.

Oli. Marry, sir, be better employ'd, and be naught awhile.



WILLIAM, a country fellow in love with Audrey
A person representing Hymen.

ROSALIND, Daughter to the banished Duke.
CELIA, Daughter to Frederick.

PHEBE, a Sheperdess.

AUDREY, a country girl.

Lords belonging to the two Dukes; Pages, Forest ers, and other Attendants.

Orl. Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them? What prodigal portion have I spent, that I should come to such penury?

Oti. Know you where you are sir?

Orl. O, so very well: here in your orchard.
Oli. Know you before whom, sir?

Orl. Ay, better than he I am before knows me.
I know you are my eldest brother; and, in the
gentle condition of blood, you should so know me:
What do you here?

Den. Calls your worship?

Oli. Was not Charles, the Duke's wrestler, here to speak with me?

a Villain is used in a double sense; by Oliver, for a worthless fellow and by Orlando, for a man of ba extraction.

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Den. So please you, he is here at the door, and importunes access to you.

Oli. Call him in. Exit DENNIS.-Twill be a good way; and to-morrow the wrestling is. Enter CHARLES.

Cha. Good morrow to your worship. Oli. Good monsieur Charles!-what's the new news at the new court?

Cha. There's no news at the court, sir, but the old news: that is, the old duke is banished by his younger brother the new duke; and three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary exile with him, whose lands and revenues enrich the new duke; therefore he gives them good leave

to wander.

Oli. Can you tell, if Rosalind, the duke's daughter, be banished with her father?

Cha. O, no; for the duke's daughter, her cousin, so loves her, being ever from their cradles bred together, that she would have followed her exile, or have died to stay behind her. She is at the court, and no less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter; and never two ladies loved as they do. Oli. Where will the old duke live?

Cha. They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England: they say, many young gentlemen flock to himevery day; and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.

Oli. What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new duke?

Cha. Marry, do I, sir; and I came to acquaint you with a matter. I am given, sir, secretly to understand, that your younger brother, Orlando, bath a disposition to come in disguis'd against me to try a fall: To-morrow, sir, I wrestle for my credit; and he that escapes me without some broken limb, shall acquit him well. Your brother is but young, and tender; and, for your love, I would be loath to foil him, as I must, for my own honor, if he come in: therefore, out of my love to you, I came hither to acquaint you withal; that either you might stay him from his intendment, or brook such disgrace well as he shall run into, in that it is a thing of his own search, and altogether against my will.

Oli. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which thou shalt find I will most kindly requite. 1 had myself notice of my brother's purpose herein, and have by underhand means labored to dissuade him from it; but he is resolute. I'll tell thee, Charles, he is the stubbornest young fellow of France; full of ambition, an envious emulator of every man's good parts, a secret and villanous contriver against me his natural brother; therefore use thy discretion; I had as lief thou didst break his neck as his finger, And thou wert best look tot; for if thou do'st him any slight disgrace, or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee, he will practise against thee by poison, entrap thee by some treacherous device, and never leave thee till he hath taen thy life by some indirect means or other; for, I assure thee, and almost with tears I speak it, there is not one so young and so villanous this day living. I speak but brotherly of him; but should I anatomize him to thee as he is, I must blush and weep, and thou must look pale and wonder.

Cha. I am heartily glad, I came hither to you; If he come to-morrow, I'll give him his payment: If ever he go alone again, I'll never wrestle for prize more: And so, God keep your worship!

[Exit. Oli. Farewell, good Charles.-Now will I stir this gamester: I hope I shall see an end of him: for my soul, yet I know not why, hates nothing more than he. Yet he's gentle; never school'd, and yet learned; full of noble device: of all sorts enchantingly beloved; and, indeed, so much in the heart of the world, and especially of my own people, who best know him, that I am altogether misprised: but it shall not be so long; this wrestler shall clear all: nothing remains, but that I kindle the boy thither, which now I'll go about. [Exi!. SCENE II.—A Lawn before the Duke's Palace. Enter ROSALIND and CELIA.

mistress of: and would you yet I were merrier? Unless you would teach me to forget a banished father, you must not learn me how to remembe any extraordinary pleasure.

Cel. Herein, I see, thou lovest me not with the full weight that I love thee: if my uncle, thy ban father, so thou hadst been still with me. I could ished father, had banished thy uncle, the duke my have taught my love to take thy father for mine so wouldst thou, if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously temper'd as mine is to thee.

estate, to rejoice in yours. Ros. Well, I will forfeit the condition of my

Cel. I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry. Ros. Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am Of all ranks.

Frolicksome fellow.

nor none is like to have; and, truly, when he dies Cel. You know my father hath no child but I, thou shalt be his heir; for what he hath taken away from thy father perforce, I will render thee again break that oath, let me turn monster: therefore, my in allection; by mine honor, I will; and when 1 sweet Rose, my dear Rose, be merry.

Ros. From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports; let me see; What think you of falling in love?

but love no man in good earnest; nor no further in Cel. Marry, I pr'y thee, do, to make sport withal: sport neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou mayst in honor come off again.

Ros. What shall be our sport then?

Cel. Let us sit and mock the good housewife, Fortune, from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally.

Ros. I would, we could do so; for her benefits are mightily misplaced: and the bountiful blind woman doth most mistake in her gifts to women.

Cel. 'Tis true: for those, that she makes fair, she honest, she makes very ill-favor'dly. scarce makes honest; and those, that she makes

to nature's: fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not Ros. Nay, now thou goest from fortune's office in the lineaments of nature.


Cel. No? When nature hath made a fair creature

may she not by fortune fall 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?

Ros. Indeed, there is fortune too hard for nature; when fortune makes nature's natural the cutter off of nature's wit.

Cel. Peradventure, this is not fortune's work neither, but nature's: who perceiving 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 his wits.-How now, wit? whither wander you?

Touch. Mistress, you must come away to your father.

Cel. Where you made the messenger! Touch. No, by mine honor; but I was bid to come for you.

Ros. Where learned you that oath, fool? Touch. Of a certain knight, that swore by his honor they were good pancakes, and swore by his honor the mustard was naught: now, I'll stand to it, the pancakes were naught, and the mustard was good; and yet was not the knight forsworn.

Cel. How prove you that, in the great heap of your knowledge?

Ros. Ay, marry; now unmuzzle your wisdom. Touch. Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, and swear by your beards that I am a knave. Cel. By our beards, if we had them, thou art. Touch. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were: but if you swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn: no more was this knight, swearing by his honor, for he never had any; or if he had, he had sworn it away, before ever he saw those pancakes or that mustard.

Cel. Prythee, who is't that thou mean'st? Touch. One that old Frederick, your father, loves. Cel. My father's love is enough to honor him. Enough! speak no more of him: you'll be whipp'd for taxation, one of these days.

Touch. The more pity, that fools may not speak Wisely, what wise men do foolishly.

Cel. By my troth, thou say'st true: for since little wit, that fools have, was silenced, the better, Here comes Monsieur Le Beau. foolery, that wise men have, makes a great

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Enter LE BEAU.

or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal

Ros. With his mouth full of news.

Cel. Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to embrace your own safety, and give over this attempt. their young.

Ros. Do, young sir; your reputation shall not therefore be misprised: we will make it our suit to the duke, that the wresting night not go forward. Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing. but let your fair eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to my trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shamed that was never gracious: if killed, but one dead that is willing to be so: I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me; the world

Touch. Or as the destinies decree.

world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty.

Cel. Well said; that was laid on with a trowel. no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in the Touch. Nay, if I keep not my rank,Ros. Thou losest thy old smell. Le Beau. You amaze me, ladies; I would have told you of good wrestling, which you have lost the sight of.

Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it were with you.

Cel. And mine, to eke out hers.

Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be deceived in you!

Čel. Your heart's desires be with you.

Cha. Come where is this young gallant, that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth?

Orl. Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working.

Ros. Then shall we be news-cramm'd.

Cel. All the better; we shall be the more marketable. Bonjour, Monsieur Le Beau: What's the news?

Le Brau. Fair princess, you have lost much good


Cel. Sport? Of what color? Le Beau. What color, madam? answer you?

Ros. As wit and fortune will.

How shall I

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Ros. Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.

Le Beau. I will tell you the beginning, and if it please your ladyships, you may see the end; for the best is yet to do; and here, where you are, they are coming to perform it.

Cel. Well, the beginning, that is dead and


Le Beau. There comes an old man, and his three Bons,

Cel. I could match this beginning with an old tale. Le Beau. Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence;

Ros. With bills on their necks,-Be it known unto all men by these presents,

Le Beau. The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles, the duke's wrestler; which Charles in a moment threw him, and broke three of his ribs, that there is little hope of life in him: so he served the second, and so the third: Yonder they lie; the poor old man, their father, making such pitiful dole over them, that all the beholders take his part with weeping.

Ros. Alas!

Touch. But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies have lost?

Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of.

Touch. Thus men may grow wiser every day! it is the first time that I ever heard, breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.

Cel. Or I, I promise thee.

Ros. But is there any else longs to see this broken music in his sides? is there yet another dotes upon rib-breaking ?-Shall we see this wrestling, cousin?

Le Beau. You must, if you stay here: for here is the place appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to perform it.

Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming: Let us
now stay and see it.
Flourish. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, LORDS, Or-
LANDO, CHARLES, and Attendants.

Duke F. Come on; since the youth will not be entreated, his own peril on his forwardness.

Ros. Is yonder the man?

Le Beau. Even he, madam.

Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks successfully.

Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin? are you crept hither to see the wrestling!

Ros. Ay, my liege! so please you give us leave. Duke F. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you, there is such odds in the men: In pity of the challenger's youth, I would fain dissuade him, but he will not be entreated: Speak to him, ladies, see if you can move him.

Cel. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau.
Duke F. Do so: I'll not be by. [DUKE goes apart.
Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the princesses

call for you.

Orl. I attend them, with all respect and duty. Ros. Young man, have you challenged Charles the wrestler !

Carl. No, fair princess; he is the general chal-
Ol.: I come but in, as others do, to try with him
Orl. ength of my youth.

I know Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold
gentle cr years: You have seen cruel proof of this
strength; if you saw yourself with your eyes

Duke F. You shall try but one fall.

Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall not entreat him to a second, that have so mightily per suaded him from a first.

Orl. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mocked me before: but come your ways. Ros. Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man! Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg. [CHARLES and ORLANDO wrestie. Ros. O excellent young man!

Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tel who should down. [CHARLES is thrown. Shout. Duke F. No more, no more.

Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet well breathed.

Duke F. How dost thou, Charles?

Le Beau. He cannot speak, my lord.

Duke F. Bear him away. [CHARLES is borne out What is thy name, young man!

Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Si Rowland de Bois.

Duke F. I would thou hadst been son to some
man else.

The world esteem'd thy father honorable,
But I did find him still mine enemy:
Thou shouldst have better pleas'd me with this

Hadst thou descended from another house.
But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth;
I would thou hadst told me of another father.

[Exeunt DUKE FRED., Train, and LE BEAU.
Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this?
Ort. I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son,
His youngest son;-and would not change that
To be adopted heir to Frederick.

Ros. My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his soul,
And all the world was of my father's mind:
Had I before known this young man his son,
I should have given him tears unto entreaties,
Ere he should thus have ventur'd.

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 deserv'd:
If you do keep your promises in love,
But justly, as you have exceeded promise,
Your mistress shall be happy.



[Giving him a chain from her neck. Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune; That could give more, but that her hand lacks


Shall we go, coz?

Ay:-Fare you well fair gentlemar

Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts
Are all thrown down; and that which here stands up,
Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block.

Ros. He calls us back: My pride fell with my


The object to dart at in martial exercises.

I'll ask him what he would:-Did you call, sir?-| And get you from our court.
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown
More than your enemies.


Will you go, coz? Ros. Have with you:-Fare you well. [Exeunt ROSALIND and CELIA. Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?

I cannot speak to her, yet she urged conference.
Re-enter LE BEAU.

poor Orlando! thou art overthrown:

Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.
Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you.
To leave this place: Albeit you have deserv'd
High commendation, true applause and love;
Yet such is now the duke's condition,"

That he misconstrues all that you have done.
The duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,
More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of.
Orl. I thank you, sir: and pray you, tell me this;
Which of the two was daughter of the duke,
That here was at the wrestling?

Le Beau. Neither his daughter, if we judge by


But yet indeed, the shorter is his daughter:
The other is daughter to the banish'd duke,
And here detain'd by her usurping uncle,
To keep his daughter company; whose loves
Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters:
But I can tell you, that of late this duke
Hath ta en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece;
Grounded upon no other argument,
But that the people praise her for her virtues,
And pity her for her good father's sake:
And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady
Will suddenly break forth.-Sir, fare you well;
Hereafter, in a better world than this,

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Cel. Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. Ros. O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself.

Cel. 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? Ros. The duke my father lov'd his father dearly. Cel. 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.

Ros. No; hate him not, for my sake. Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deserve well?

Ros. Let me love him for that; and do you love bim 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


Temper, disposition.


Me, uncle?

Duke F. You, cousin; Within these ten days if that thou be'st found So pear our public court as twenty miles, Thou diest for it.


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 F.

If their purgation did consist in words,
They are as innocent as grace itself;-
Let it suffice thee, that I trust thee not.

Thus do all traitors;

Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor: Tell me whereon the likelihood depends.

Duke F. Thou art thy father's daughter, there's


Ros. 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 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.

Cel. Dear sovereign, hear me speak.

Duke F. Ay, Celia; we stay 'd here for your sake, Else had she with her father ranged along.

Cel. 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'r we went, like Juno's swans, Still we went coupled, and inseparable.

Duke F. 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. Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my liege;

I cannot live out of her company.

Duke F. You are a fool:-You, niece, provide yourself;


And in the greatness of my word, you die. you out-stay the time, upon mine honor,

[Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK and Lords. Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. Cel. O, my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go! charged thee, be not thou more griev'd than I am.


Ros. I have more cause.


Thou hast not, cousin;

Prythee, 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 are one Shall we be sunder'd 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 grief yourself, and leave me out; For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee. Ros. Why, whither shall we go? Cel. To seek my uncle. Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to us, Maids as we are, to travel forth so far? Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. And with a kind of umber smirch my face; Cel. I'll put myself in poor and mean attire, The like do you; so shall we pass along, And never stir assailants.


Were it not better, Because that I am more than common tall, That I did suit me all points like a man; A dusky, yellow colored earth

• Compassion.

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