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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Frederick |
330 |
Bear him away. What is thy name, young man?
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2 |
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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3 |
As You Like It
[I, 3] |
Rosalind |
532 |
I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page,
And therefore look you call me Ganymede.
But what will you be call'd?
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4 |
As You Like It
[II, 7] |
Jaques (lord) |
965 |
Why, who cries out on pride
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
Till that the wearer's very means do ebb?
What woman in the city do I name
When that I say the city-woman bears
The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?
Who can come in and say that I mean her,
When such a one as she such is her neighbour?
Or what is he of basest function
That says his bravery is not on my cost,
Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits
His folly to the mettle of my speech?
There then! how then? what then? Let me see wherein
My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right,
Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,
Why then my taxing like a wild-goose flies,
Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here?
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5 |
As You Like It
[III, 2] |
Orlando |
1122 |
Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love;
And thou, thrice-crowned Queen of Night, survey
With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway.
O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character,
That every eye which in this forest looks
Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where.
Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree,
The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. Exit
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6 |
As You Like It
[III, 2] |
Celia |
1281 |
But didst thou hear without wondering how thy name should be
hang'd and carved upon these trees?
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7 |
As You Like It
[III, 2] |
Jaques (lord) |
1363 |
Rosalind is your love's name?
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8 |
As You Like It
[III, 2] |
Jaques (lord) |
1365 |
I do not like her name.
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9 |
As You Like It
[III, 2] |
Rosalind |
1444 |
No; I will not cast away my physic but on those that are
sick. There is a man haunts the forest that abuses our young
plants with carving 'Rosalind' on their barks; hangs odes upon
hawthorns and elegies on brambles; all, forsooth, deifying the
name of Rosalind. If I could meet that fancy-monger, I would give
him some good counsel, for he seems to have the quotidian of love
upon him.
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10 |
As You Like It
[V, 1] |
Touchstone |
2207 |
A ripe age. Is thy name William?
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11 |
As You Like It
[V, 1] |
Touchstone |
2209 |
A fair name. Wast born i' th' forest here?
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12 |
As You Like It
[V, 4] |
Touchstone |
2485 |
O, sir, we quarrel in print by the book, as you have
books for good manners. I will name you the degrees. The first,
the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the
Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the
Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance;
the seventh, the Lie Direct. All these you may avoid but the Lie
Direct; and you may avoid that too with an If. I knew when seven
justices could not take up a quarrel; but when the parties were
met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as: 'If you
said so, then I said so.' And they shook hands, and swore
brothers. Your If is the only peace-maker; much virtue in If.
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