ROSALIND & CELIA

As You Like It, Act 1, Scene 3, 87-135
Arden 3 | Juliet Dusinberre | London: Bloomsbury, 2006 | 184-188

“O my poor Rosalind, whither wilt thou go?”

Scene
Arden 3

(Exeunt Duke [Frederick] and Lords.)

CELIA
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.

ROSALIND
I have more cause.                                                          90

CELIA
——————–Thou hast not, cousin.
Prithee, be cheerful. Knowst thou not the Duke
Hath banished 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 sundered? Shall we part, sweet girl?       95
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 griefs yourself and leave me out.          100
For by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
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,                                  105
Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!
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                         110
And never stir assailants.

ROSALIND
————————–Were it not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did suit me all points like a man?
A gallant curtal-axe upon my thigh,
A boar-spear in my hand, and in my heart,                    115
Lie there what hidden woman’s fear there will,
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?                  120

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

CELIA
Something that hath a reference to my state:
No longer Celia, but Aliena.                                              125

ROSALIND
But cousin, what if we assayed to steal
The clownish fool out of your father’s court?
Would he not be a comfort to our travail?

CELIA
He’ll go along o’er the wide world with me.
Leave me alone to woo him. Let’s away,                          130
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
To liberty and not to banishment.                                     135

(Exeunt.)

Words and Pronunciation +
Arden 3

Words

Charge task, responsibility, duty; order, command, instruction (Crystal)

Cause reason, motive, ground (Crystal)

Prithee please, may I ask (Crystal)

Whither to which place; to what result (Crystal)

Sundered separated, kept apart (Crystal)

Change new circumstances (Arden)

Maid virgin, unmarried woman (Crystal)

Mean shabby (Arden)

Common average, usual, general, ordinary (Crystal)

Umber brown-coloured earth (Crystal)

Smirch smear, spread on (Crystal)

Suit dress, clothe, equip (Crystal)

Points in every part, completely (Crystal)

Gallant fine, splendid, grand (Crystal)

Curtal common, household (Crystal)

Swashing swaggering, blustering, dashing (Crystal)

Martial: war-like, valiant, brave (Crystal); military, warlike, for combat (Crystal)

Mannish: masculine, macho (Crystal)

Outface: present a bold front, maintain a defiant image (Crystal)

Semblance: depiction; appearance, outward show (Crystal)

Worse evil, harmful, wicked (Crystal)

Jove alternative name for Jupiter, the Roman supreme god (Crystal)

Page servant (Crystal)

Ganymede beautiful boy, son of a Trojan prince, taken by Jove to be cup-bearer (Crystal)

Assayed attempt, try, venture (Crystal)

Comfort assist, help, give aid to (Crystal)

Travail: travel, journey (Crystal)

Pronunciation +

lookest: possibly “look’st” (Leung, also: Arden CWRE, 1998)

shamest: (line 23) Q2–3; sham’st Q4, F; not in Q1 (Weis)

Jesu: (line 29) jeez-yoo or jee-zoo; jayz-yoo or jay-zoo

you: (line 29) The more formal pronoun is used consistently by Nurse when addressing Juliet, while the 13-year-old uses the familiar thou, thee, thy to her servant, in conformity with the etiquette of the day in which social class overrides age. (Weis)

marry: (line 62) mah-ree (UK); meh-ree (US) (OED)

trow: (line 62) tr-ah-oo (UK); tr-oh (US) (OED)

hie: (line 68) hah-ee

wanton: (line 70) want-en or want-in

+prose: (lines 38-45) The nurse switches to prose for this speech.

Translation
No Fear Shakespeare

Exeunt DUKE FREDERICK and lords

CELIA
Oh, my poor Rosalind, where will you go? Do you want to exchange fathers? I’ll give you mine. I insist, don’t be more distressed than I am.

ROSALIND
I have more reason to be distressed.

CELIA
No you haven’t, cousin. Please, be cheerful. Don’t you realize the duke has also banished me, his daughter?

ROSALIND
No, he hasn’t.

CELIA
Oh, he hasn’t? Well, then, you don’t have the affection that would teach you that you and I are one. Will we be separated? Should we part, sweet girl? No. Let my father find another heir. So, help me plan how we’ll escape, where we’ll go, and what we’ll take with us. Don’t even try to take this all upon yourself, bearing your grief alone and leaving me out. I swear by the heavens, which have grown pale in sympathy with us, I’m going with you, whatever you say.

ROSALIND
But where will we go?

CELIA
To the forest of Arden to find your father.

ROSALIND
But what danger we’ll put ourselves in, two young, innocent women traveling so far! Fresh beauty attracts thugs and thieves even more than money.

CELIA
I’ll put on some poor and ragged clothes and smudge my face with dirt. You do the same, and we’ll be able to travel without attracting any attackers’ attention.

ROSALIND
Wouldn’t it be better—since I’m unusually tall for a woman—to dress myself like a man?
I’ll wear a big sword in my belt, carry a boar-spear in my hand, and hide all my womanish fear in my heart. We’ll maintain a swaggering, warrior look, like so many cowardly men, whose manner has nothing to do with what they’re feeling.

CELIA
What should I call you when you’re a man?

ROSALIND
I’ll take no lesser name than that of Jove’s own servant. So call me Ganymede. And what will you be called?

CELIA
Something that refers to my current state. Instead of Celia, call me Aliena.

ROSALIND
Cousin, what if we brought that clownish fool of your father’s court, Touchstone? Wouldn’t he be a comfort to us in our travels?

CELIA
He’d walk the whole wide world with me. Leave me alone to go convince him. Let’s go gather our jewels and money. We’ll figure out the best time and safest route to avoid being found out by my father’s guards, whom he’ll send out as soon as he discovers I’ve gone. Now, we go contentedly to freedom—not banishment.

They exit.

Assonance
Arden 3

(Exeunt Duke [Frederick] and Lords.)

CELIA
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.

ROSALIND
I have more cause.                                                          90

CELIA
——————–Thou hast not, cousin.
Prithee, be cheerful. Knowst thou not the Duke
Hath banished 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 sundered? Shall we part, sweet girl?       95
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 griefs yourself and leave me out.          100
For by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
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,                                  105
Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!
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                         110
And never stir assailants.

ROSALIND
————————–Were it not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did suit me all points like a man?
A gallant curtal-axe upon my thigh,
A boar-spear in my hand, and in my heart,                    115
Lie there what hidden woman’s fear there will,
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?                  120

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

CELIA
Something that hath a reference to my state:
No longer Celia, but Aliena.                                              125

ROSALIND
But cousin, what if we assayed to steal
The clownish fool out of your father’s court?
Would he not be a comfort to our travail?

CELIA
He’ll go along o’er the wide world with me.
Leave me alone to woo him. Let’s away,                          130
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
To liberty and not to banishment.                                     135

(Exeunt.)

Alliteration
Arden 3

(Exeunt Duke [Frederick] and Lords.)

CELIA
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.

ROSALIND
I have more cause.                                                          90

CELIA
——————–Thou hast not, cousin.
Prithee, be cheerful. Knowst thou not the Duke
Hath banished 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 sundered? Shall we part, sweet girl?       95
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 griefs yourself and leave me out.          100
For by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
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,                                  105
Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!
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                         110
And never stir assailants.

ROSALIND
————————–Were it not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did suit me all points like a man?
A gallant curtal-axe upon my thigh,
A boar-spear in my hand, and in my heart,                    115
Lie there what hidden woman’s fear there will,
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?                  120

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

CELIA
Something that hath a reference to my state:
No longer Celia, but Aliena.                                              125

ROSALIND
But cousin, what if we assayed to steal
The clownish fool out of your father’s court?
Would he not be a comfort to our travail?

CELIA
He’ll go along o’er the wide world with me.
Leave me alone to woo him. Let’s away,                          130
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
To liberty and not to banishment.                                     135

(Exeunt.)

Consonance
Arden 3

(Exeunt Duke [Frederick] and Lords.)

CELIA
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.

ROSALIND
I have more cause.                                                          90

CELIA
——————–Thou hast not, cousin.
Prithee, be cheerful. Knowst thou not the Duke
Hath banished 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 sundered? Shall we part, sweet girl?       95
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 griefs yourself and leave me out.          100
For by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
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,                                  105
Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!
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                         110
And never stir assailants.

ROSALIND
————————–Were it not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did suit me all points like a man?
A gallant curtal-axe upon my thigh,
A boar-spear in my hand, and in my heart,                    115
Lie there what hidden woman’s fear there will,
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?                  120

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

CELIA
Something that hath a reference to my state:
No longer Celia, but Aliena.                                              125

ROSALIND
But cousin, what if we assayed to steal
The clownish fool out of your father’s court?
Would he not be a comfort to our travail?

CELIA
He’ll go along o’er the wide world with me.
Leave me alone to woo him. Let’s away,                          130
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
To liberty and not to banishment.                                     135

(Exeunt.)

Thoughts
Arden 3

(Exeunt Duke [Frederick] and Lords.)

CELIA
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.

ROSALIND
I have more cause.                                                          90

CELIA
——————–Thou hast not, cousin.
Prithee, be cheerful. Knowst thou not the Duke
Hath banished 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 sundered? Shall we part, sweet girl?       95
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 griefs yourself and leave me out.          100
For by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
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,                                  105
Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!
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                         110
And never stir assailants.

ROSALIND
————————–Were it not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did suit me all points like a man?
A gallant curtal-axe upon my thigh,
A boar-spear in my hand, and in my heart,                    115
Lie there what hidden woman’s fear there will,
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?                  120

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

CELIA
Something that hath a reference to my state:
No longer Celia, but Aliena.                                              125

ROSALIND
But cousin, what if we assayed to steal
The clownish fool out of your father’s court?
Would he not be a comfort to our travail?

CELIA
He’ll go along o’er the wide world with me.
Leave me alone to woo him. Let’s away,                          130
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
To liberty and not to banishment.                                     135

(Exeunt.)

CELIA

Long:
Medium:
Short:
Complex:

End stopped:
Midline:

Period:
Exclamation:
Question:
Dash:

ROSALIND

Long:
Medium:
Short:
Complex:

End stopped:
Midline:

Period:
Exclamation:
Question:
Dash:

Rhythm
Arden 3

(Exeunt Duke [Frederick] and Lords.)

CELIA
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.

ROSALIND
I have more cause.                                                          90

CELIA
——————–Thou hast not, cousin.
Prithee, be cheerful. Knowst thou not the Duke
Hath banished 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 sundered? Shall we part, sweet girl?       95
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 griefs yourself and leave me out.          100
For by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
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,                                  105
Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!
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                         110
And never stir assailants.

ROSALIND
————————–Were it not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did suit me all points like a man?
A gallant curtal-axe upon my thigh,
A boar-spear in my hand, and in my heart,                    115
Lie there what hidden woman’s fear there will,
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?                  120

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

CELIA
Something that hath a reference to my state:
No longer Celia, but Aliena.                                              125

ROSALIND
But cousin, what if we assayed to steal
The clownish fool out of your father’s court?
Would he not be a comfort to our travail?

CELIA
He’ll go along o’er the wide world with me.
Leave me alone to woo him. Let’s away,                          130
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
To liberty and not to banishment.                                     135

(Exeunt.)

Pacing
Arden 3

(Exeunt Duke [Frederick] and Lords.)

CELIA
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.

ROSALIND
I have more cause.                                                          90

CELIA
——————–Thou hast not, cousin.
Prithee, be cheerful. Knowst thou not the Duke
Hath banished 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 sundered? Shall we part, sweet girl?       95
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 griefs yourself and leave me out.          100
For by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
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,                                  105
Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!
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                         110
And never stir assailants.

ROSALIND
————————–Were it not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did suit me all points like a man?
A gallant curtal-axe upon my thigh,
A boar-spear in my hand, and in my heart,                    115
Lie there what hidden woman’s fear there will,
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?                  120

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

CELIA
Something that hath a reference to my state:
No longer Celia, but Aliena.                                              125

ROSALIND
But cousin, what if we assayed to steal
The clownish fool out of your father’s court?
Would he not be a comfort to our travail?

CELIA
He’ll go along o’er the wide world with me.
Leave me alone to woo him. Let’s away,                          130
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
To liberty and not to banishment.                                     135

(Exeunt.)

Beats
Arden 3

(Exeunt Duke [Frederick] and Lords.)

CELIA
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.

ROSALIND
I have more cause.                                                          90

CELIA
——————–Thou hast not, cousin.
Prithee, be cheerful. Knowst thou not the Duke
Hath banished 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 sundered? Shall we part, sweet girl?       95
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 griefs yourself and leave me out.          100
For by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
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,                                  105
Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!
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                         110
And never stir assailants.

ROSALIND
————————–Were it not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did suit me all points like a man?
A gallant curtal-axe upon my thigh,
A boar-spear in my hand, and in my heart,                    115
Lie there what hidden woman’s fear there will,
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?                  120

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

CELIA
Something that hath a reference to my state:
No longer Celia, but Aliena.                                              125

ROSALIND
But cousin, what if we assayed to steal
The clownish fool out of your father’s court?
Would he not be a comfort to our travail?

CELIA
He’ll go along o’er the wide world with me.
Leave me alone to woo him. Let’s away,                          130
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
To liberty and not to banishment.                                     135

(Exeunt.)

Pronunciation +

shamest: (line 23) Q2–3; sham’st Q4, F; not in Q1 (Weis)

Jesu: (line 29) jeez-yoo or jee-zoo; jayz-yoo or jay-zoo

you: (line 29) The more formal pronoun is used consistently by Nurse when addressing Juliet, while the 13-year-old uses the familiar thou, thee, thy to her servant, in conformity with the etiquette of the day in which social class overrides age. (Weis)

marry: (line 62) mah-ree (UK); meh-ree (US) (OED)

trow: (line 62) tr-ah-oo (UK); tr-oh (US) (OED)

hie: (line 68) hah-ee

wanton: (line 70) want-en or want-in

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