Cel. What shall I call thee when thou art a man?
Ros. I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page,
And therefore look you call me Ganymede. 128
But what will you be call'd?
Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state:
No longer Celia, but Aliena.
Ros. But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal 132
The clownish fool out of your father's court?
Would he not be a comfort to our travel?
Cel. He'll go alpng o'er the wide world with me;
Leave me alone to woo him. Let's away, 136
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 140
To liberty and not to banishment. Exeunt.
ACT SECOND
Scene One
[The Forest of Arden]
Enter Duke Senior, Amiens, and two or three Lords, like Foresters.
Duke S. Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court? 4
Here feel we not the penalty of Adam.
The seasons' difference—, as, the icy fang
128 Ganymede; cf. n.
131 Aliena; cf. n.
S. d. Duke Senior; cf. n.
3 painted: artificial, unnatural
5 penalty of Adam; cf. n.
6 as: for example
