_Cel._ I did not then entreat to have her stay; 65 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, 70 And wheresoe’er we went, like Juno’s swans, Still we went coupled and inseparable. _Duke F._ She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness, Her very silence and her patience Speak to the people, and they pity her. 75 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. 80 _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: If you outstay the time, upon mine honour, And in the greatness of my word, you die. 85 [_Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords._ _Cel._ O my poor Rosalind, whither wilt thou go? Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. I charge thee, be not thou more grieved than I am. _Ros._ I have more cause. _Cel._ Thou hast not, cousin; Prithee, be cheerful: know’st thou not, the Duke 90 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 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. _Ros._ Why, whither shall we go? _Cel._ To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden _Ros._ Alas, what danger will it be to us, Maids as we are, to travel forth so far! 105 Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. _Cel._ 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. _Ros._ 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. _Cel._ What shall I call thee when thou art a man?