That do outface it with their semblances.
Cel. What shall I call thee when thou art a man?
[120] Ros. I’ll have no worse a name than Jove’s own page;
And therefore look you call me Ganymede.
[122] But what will you be call’d?
Cel. Something that hath a reference to my state;
No longer Celia, but Aliena.
125 Ros. 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?