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As You Like It, II. i

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.

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

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,

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.

 

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?

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 