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1

As You Like It
[I, 1]

Charles

87

There's no news at the court, sir, but the old news; that
is, the old Duke is banished by his younger brother the new Duke;
and three or four loving lords have put themselves into voluntary
exile with him, whose lands and revenues enrich the new Duke;
therefore he gives them good leave to wander.

2

As You Like It
[I, 1]

Oliver

99

Where will the old Duke live?

3

As You Like It
[I, 1]

Oliver

104

What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new Duke?

4

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Celia

151

Herein I see thou lov'st me not with the full weight that I
love thee. If my uncle, thy banished father, had banished thy
uncle, the Duke my father, so thou hadst been still with me, I
could have taught my love to take thy father for mine; so wouldst
thou, if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously temper'd
as mine is to thee.

5

As You Like It
[I, 2]

(stage directions)

266

Flourish. Enter DUKE FREDERICK, LORDS, ORLANDO,

6

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Frederick

281

Do so; I'll not be by.
[DUKE FREDERICK goes apart]

7

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Rosalind

294

Do, young sir; your reputation shall not therefore be
misprised: we will make it our suit to the Duke that the
wrestling might not go forward.

8

As You Like It
[I, 2]

(stage directions)

340

Exeunt DUKE, train, and LE BEAU

9

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Le Beau

377

Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place. Albeit you have deserv'd
High commendation, true applause, and love,
Yet such is now the Duke's condition
That he misconstrues all that you have done.
The Duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,
More suits you to conceive than I to speak of.

10

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Orlando

384

I thank you, sir; and pray you tell me this:
Which of the two was daughter of the Duke
That here was at the wrestling?

11

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Le Beau

387

Neither his daughter, if we judge by manners;
But yet, indeed, the smaller is his daughter;
The other is daughter to the banish'd Duke,
And here detain'd by her usurping uncle,
To keep his daughter company; whose loves
Are dearer than the natural bond of sisters.
But I can tell you that of late this Duke
Hath ta'en displeasure 'gainst his gentle niece,
Grounded upon no other argument
But that the people praise her for her virtues
And pity her for her good father's sake;
And, on my life, his malice 'gainst the lady
Will suddenly break forth. Sir, fare you well.
Hereafter, in a better world than this,
I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.

12

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Orlando

402

I rest much bounden to you; fare you well.
[Exit LE BEAU]
Thus must I from the smoke into the smother;
From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother.
But heavenly Rosalind! Exit

13

As You Like It
[I, 3]

Rosalind

431

The Duke my father lov'd his father dearly.

14

As You Like It
[I, 3]

(stage directions)

437

Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with LORDS

15

As You Like It
[I, 3]

Rosalind

438

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

16

As You Like It
[I, 3]

(stage directions)

494

Exeunt DUKE and LORDS

17

As You Like It
[I, 3]

Celia

499

Thou hast not, cousin.
Prithee be cheerful. Know'st thou not the Duke
Hath banish'd me, his daughter?

18

As You Like It
[II, 1]

(stage directions)

547

Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and two or three LORDS, like foresters

19

As You Like It
[II, 2]

(stage directions)

621

Enter DUKE FREDERICK, with LORDS

20

As You Like It
[II, 3]

Adam

645

What, my young master? O my gentle master!
O my sweet master! O you memory
Of old Sir Rowland! Why, what make you here?
Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you?
And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant?
Why would you be so fond to overcome
The bonny prizer of the humorous Duke?
Your praise is come too swiftly home before you.
Know you not, master, to some kind of men
Their graces serve them but as enemies?
No more do yours. Your virtues, gentle master,
Are sanctified and holy traitors to you.
O, what a world is this, when what is comely
Envenoms him that bears it!