“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,
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, And never stir assailants. ROSALIND Were it not better, Because that I am more than common tall,”