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?
Something that hath a reference to my state. No longer Celia, but Aliena.
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?
He'll go along o'er the wide world with me; Leave me alone to woo him. Let's away, And get our jewels and our wealth together, Device 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.
Were it not better, 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-- We'll have a swashing and a martial outside, As many other mannish cowards have That do outface it with their semblances.