Zoals het u bevalt: Bedrijf 1, scène 3

Celia

Why, cousin, why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy! Not a word?

Well, cousin! Rosalind! May Cupid have mercy! Not a word?

Rosalind

Not one to throw at a dog.

Not even one to throw at a dog.

Celia

No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs. Throw some of them at me. Come, lame me with reasons.

No, your words are too precious to waste on dogs. Throw some at me. Come on, knock me down with reasons.

Rosalind

Then there were two cousins laid up, when the one should be lamed with reasons and the other mad without any.

Then both cousins would be out of action: one knocked down by reasons, and the other out of her mind without any.

Celia

But is all this for your father?

But is all this because of your father?

Rosalind

No, some of it is for my child’s father. O, how full of briers is this working-day world!

No, some of it is because of my child's father. Oh, how full of thorns this everyday world is!

Celia

They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday foolery. If we walk not in the trodden paths, our very petticoats will catch them.

They're only burrs, cousin, thrown at you in holiday fun. If we stray off the beaten paths, even our skirts will pick them up.

Rosalind

I could shake them off my coat; these burs are in my heart.

I could shake them off my clothes, but these burrs are in my heart.

Celia

Hem them away.

Clear your throat and cough them out.

Rosalind

I would try, if I could cry “hem” and have him.

I'd try, if clearing my throat with an “ahem” would get me him.

Celia

Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.

Come on, wrestle with your feelings.

Rosalind

O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself.

Oh, they're taking the side of a better wrestler than I am.

Celia

O, a good wish upon you! You will try in time, in despite of a fall. But turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest. Is it possible on such a sudden you should fall into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland’s youngest son?

Oh, good luck to you! In time you'll try wrestling with him, even if you end up on your back. But let's put these jokes aside and speak seriously. Is it possible you've fallen so deeply in love with old Sir Rowland's youngest son so suddenly?

Rosalind

The Duke my father loved his father dearly.

My father, the Duke, loved his father dearly.

Celia

Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his son dearly? By this kind of chase I should hate him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando.

Does it follow that you should love his son dearly? By that reasoning I should hate him, because my father hated his father deeply. Yet I don't hate Orlando.

Rosalind

No, faith, hate him not, for my sake.

No, really, don't hate him, for my sake.

Celia

Why should I not? Doth he not deserve well?

Why shouldn't I? Doesn't he deserve good treatment?

Rosalind

Let me love him for that, and do you love him because I do.—Look, here comes the Duke.

Let me love him for that, and you love him because I do. Look, here comes the Duke.

Celia

With his eyes full of anger.

With his eyes full of anger.

Duke Frederick

Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste,And get you from our court.

Madam, leave our court as quickly as you can, for your own safety.

Rosalind

Me, uncle?

Me, uncle?

Duke Frederick

You, cousin.Within these ten days if that thou be’st foundSo near our public court as twenty miles,Thou diest for it.

You, niece. If you are found within twenty miles of our royal court after ten days, you will die for it.

Rosalind

I do beseech your Grace,Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with me.If with myself I hold intelligence,Or have acquaintance with mine own desires,If that I do not dream, or be not frantic—As I do trust I am not—then, dear uncle,Never so much as in a thought unbornDid I offend your Highness.

I beg you, your Grace, let me take the knowledge of my offense with me. If I know my own mind or understand my own desires, if I am not dreaming or mad—as I trust I am not—then, dear uncle, I have never offended your Highness, not even in the beginnings of a thought.

Duke Frederick

Thus do all traitors.If their purgation did consist in words,They are as innocent as grace itself.Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not.

All traitors talk like this. If words could clear them, they would be as innocent as goodness itself. It is enough for you to know that I don't trust you.

Rosalind

Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor.Tell me whereon the likelihood depends.

But your distrust cannot make me a traitor. Tell me what makes you think I might be one.

Duke Frederick

Thou art thy father’s daughter, there’s enough.

You are your father's daughter. That's enough.

Rosalind

So was I when your highness took his dukedom;So was I when your highness banished him.Treason is not inherited, my lord,Or, if we did derive it from our friends,What’s that to me? My father was no traitor.Then, good my liege, mistake me not so muchTo think my poverty is treacherous.

I was his daughter when your Highness took his dukedom. I was his daughter when your Highness banished him. Treason is not inherited, my lord. Or if we did inherit it from our relatives, what would that have to do with me? My father was no traitor. So, my good king, don't misunderstand me so badly that you think my powerless position makes me treacherous.

Celia

Dear sovereign, hear me speak.

Dear ruler, hear me speak.

Duke Frederick

Ay, Celia, we stayed her for your sake,Else had she with her father ranged along.

Yes, Celia, we kept her here for your sake. Otherwise, she would have gone wandering with her father.

Celia

I did not then entreat to have her stay;It was your pleasure and your own remorse.I was too young that time to value her,But now I know her. If she be a traitor,Why, so am I. We still have slept together,Rose at an instant, learned, played, ate together,And wheresoe’er we went, like Juno’s swans,Still we went coupled and inseparable.

I didn't ask you then to let her stay. That was your own wish and your own compassion. I was too young then to appreciate her, but now I know her. If she is a traitor, then so am I. We have always slept together, gotten up at the same time, learned, played, and eaten together. Wherever we went, like Juno's swans, we always went as a pair, inseparable.

Duke Frederick

She is too subtle for thee, and her smoothness,Her very silence, and her patienceSpeak to the people, and they pity her.Thou art a fool. She robs thee of thy name,And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuousWhen she is gone. Then open not thy lips.Firm and irrevocable is my doomWhich I have passed upon her. She is banished.

She is too cunning for you. Her mild manner, her very silence and patience, appeal to the people, and they pity her. You are a fool. She steals the recognition you deserve. You will shine more brightly and seem more virtuous when she is gone. So don't say another word. The sentence I have passed on her is final and cannot be changed. She is banished.

Celia

Pronounce that sentence then on me, my liege.I cannot live out of her company.

Then give me that same sentence, my king. I cannot live apart from her.

Duke Frederick

You are a fool. You, niece, provide yourself.If you outstay the time, upon mine honourAnd in the greatness of my word, you die.

You are a fool. You, niece, make your preparations. If you stay beyond the time allowed, I swear on my honor and the full authority of my word, you will die.

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.

Oh, my poor Rosalind, where will you go? Would you like to trade fathers? I'll give you mine. I insist that you not be more upset than I am.

Rosalind

I have more cause.

I have more reason to be.

Celia

Thou hast not, cousin.Prithee be cheerful. Know’st thou not the DukeHath banished me, his daughter?

You don't, cousin. Please, cheer up. Don't you know the Duke has banished me, his daughter?

Rosalind

That he hath not.

He hasn't done that.

Celia

No, hath not? Rosalind lacks then the loveWhich teacheth thee that thou and I am one.Shall we be sundered? Shall we part, sweet girl?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.For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,Say what thou canst, I’ll go along with thee.

No, hasn't he? Then Rosalind lacks the love that should teach you that you and I are one. Are we to be separated? Are we to part, sweet girl? No, let my father find another heir. So help me plan how we can escape, where to go, and what to take with us. Don't try to face this change in your fortunes alone, bearing your sorrows yourself and leaving me out. I swear by the sky above us, now pale with our sorrows, whatever you say, I'll go with you.

Rosalind

Why, whither shall we go?

Well, where shall we go?

Celia

To seek my uncle in the Forest of Arden.

To find my uncle in the Forest of Arden.

Rosalind

Alas, what danger will it be to us,Maids as we are, to travel forth so far?Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.

Oh, how dangerous will it be for us, young women as we are, to travel so far? Beauty attracts 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 alongAnd never stir assailants.

I'll dress in shabby, poor clothes and smear my face with brown earth. You do the same. That way we can travel without attracting attackers.

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 heartLie there what hidden woman’s fear there will,We’ll have a swashing and a martial outside,As many other mannish cowards haveThat do outface it with their semblances.

Since I'm unusually tall, wouldn't it be better if I dressed in every way like a man? With a fine short sword at my thigh and a boar spear in my hand, whatever womanly fears lie hidden in my heart, I'll put on a bold, warlike appearance, just as many cowardly men do who bluff their way through with their looks.

Celia

What shall I call thee when thou art a man?

What shall I call you when you're a man?

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?

I'll have a name no less grand than that of Jove's own young attendant, so be sure to call me Ganymede. But what will you be called?

Celia

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

Something that reflects my situation: no longer Celia, but Aliena.

Rosalind

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

But, cousin, what if we tried to steal the jester away from your father's court? Wouldn't he cheer us up on our travels?

Celia

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,Devise the fittest time and safest wayTo hide us from pursuit that will be madeAfter my flight. Now go we in contentTo liberty, and not to banishment.

He would travel the whole wide world with me. Leave it to me to persuade him. Let's go and gather our jewels and money, and work out the best time and safest way to escape the search they'll make after I run away. Now let's go gladly toward freedom, not banishment.