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1 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Celia |
183 |
No; when Nature hath made a fair creature, may she not by
Fortune fall into the fire? Though Nature hath given us wit to
flout at Fortune, hath not Fortune sent in this fool to cut off
the argument?
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2 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Celia |
189 |
Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither, but
Nature's, who perceiveth our natural wits too dull to reason of
such goddesses, and hath sent this natural for our whetstone; for
always the dullness of the fool is the whetstone of the wits. How
now, wit! Whither wander you?
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3 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Rosalind |
197 |
Where learned you that oath, fool?
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4 |
As You Like It
[I, 3] |
Frederick |
481 |
She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness,
Her very silence and her patience,
Speak 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 virtuous
When she is gone. Then open not thy lips.
Firm and irrevocable is my doom
Which I have pass'd upon her; she is banish'd.
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5 |
As You Like It
[I, 3] |
Frederick |
491 |
You are a fool. You, niece, provide yourself.
If you outstay the time, upon mine honour,
And in the greatness of my word, you die.
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6 |
As You Like It
[I, 3] |
Rosalind |
537 |
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?
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7 |
As You Like It
[II, 1] |
First Lord |
574 |
Indeed, my lord,
The melancholy Jaques grieves at that;
And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp
Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you.
To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself
Did steal behind him as he lay along
Under an oak whose antique root peeps out
Upon the brook that brawls along this wood!
To the which place a poor sequest'red stag,
That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish; and, indeed, my lord,
The wretched animal heav'd forth such groans
That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
Cours'd one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on th' extremest verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears.
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8 |
As You Like It
[II, 4] |
Touchstone |
734 |
Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I; when I was at
home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
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9 |
As You Like It
[II, 4] |
Rosalind |
782 |
Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman.
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10 |
As You Like It
[II, 7] |
Jaques (lord) |
906 |
A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' th' forest,
A motley fool. A miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool,
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms- and yet a motley fool.
'Good morrow, fool,' quoth I; 'No, sir,' quoth he,
'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune.'
And then he drew a dial from his poke,
And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye,
Says very wisely, 'It is ten o'clock;
Thus we may see,' quoth he, 'how the world wags;
'Tis but an hour ago since it was nine;
And after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe,
And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot;
And thereby hangs a tale.' When I did hear
The motley fool thus moral on the time,
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer
That fools should be so deep contemplative;
And I did laugh sans intermission
An hour by his dial. O noble fool!
A worthy fool! Motley's the only wear.
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11 |
As You Like It
[II, 7] |
Duke |
929 |
What fool is this?
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12 |
As You Like It
[II, 7] |
Jaques (lord) |
930 |
O worthy fool! One that hath been a courtier,
And says, if ladies be but young and fair,
They have the gift to know it; and in his brain,
Which is as dry as the remainder biscuit
After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd
With observation, the which he vents
In mangled forms. O that I were a fool!
I am ambitious for a motley coat.
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13 |
As You Like It
[II, 7] |
Jaques (lord) |
939 |
It is my only suit,
Provided that you weed your better judgments
Of all opinion that grows rank in them
That I am wise. I must have liberty
Withal, as large a charter as the wind,
To blow on whom I please, for so fools have;
And they that are most galled with my folly,
They most must laugh. And why, sir, must they so?
The why is plain as way to parish church:
He that a fool doth very wisely hit
Doth very foolishly, although he smart,
Not to seem senseless of the bob; if not,
The wise man's folly is anatomiz'd
Even by the squand'ring glances of the fool.
Invest me in my motley; give me leave
To speak my mind, and I will through and through
Cleanse the foul body of th' infected world,
If they will patiently receive my medicine.
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14 |
As You Like It
[III, 2] |
Rosalind |
1210 |
Out, fool!
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15 |
As You Like It
[III, 2] |
Rosalind |
1226 |
Peace, you dull fool! I found them on a tree.
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16 |
As You Like It
[III, 2] |
Jaques (lord) |
1382 |
By my troth, I was seeking for a fool when I found you.
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17 |
As You Like It
[III, 2] |
Orlando |
1386 |
Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher.
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18 |
As You Like It
[III, 3] |
Jaques (lord) |
1530 |
[Aside] A material fool!
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19 |
As You Like It
[IV, 1] |
Rosalind |
1821 |
And your experience makes you sad. I had rather have a
fool to make me merry than experience to make me sad- and to
travel for it too.
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20 |
As You Like It
[IV, 1] |
Rosalind |
1940 |
Marry, to say she came to seek you there. You shall never
take her without her answer, unless you take her without her
tongue. O, that woman that cannot make her fault her husband's
occasion, let her never nurse her child herself, for she will
breed it like a fool!
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