Ros.
That he hath not.
[092] Cel. No, hath not? Rosalind lacks then the love
[093] Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one:
Shall we be sunder’d? shall we part, sweet girl?
095 No: let my father seek another heir.
Therefore devise with me how we may fly,
Whither to go and what to bear with us;
[098] And do not seek to take your change upon you,
To bear your griefs yourself and leave me out;