Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cel. What shall I call thee when thou art a man?
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Ile haue no worse a name then Ioues owne Page,
Ros. And therefore looke you call me Ganimed.
Ros. But what will you be call'd?
Cel. Cel.
Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state:
Cel. No longer Celia, but Aliena.
Ros. But Cosen, what if we assaid to steale
Ros. The clownish Foole out of your Fathers Court:
Ros. Would he not be a comfort to our trauaile?
Cel. Heele goe along ore the wide world with me,
Cel. Leaue me alone to woe him; Let's away
Cel. And get our Iewels and our wealth together,
Cel. Deuise the fittest time, and safest way
Cel. To hide vs from pursuite that will be made
Cel. After my flight: now goe in we content
Cel. To libertie, and not to banishment.