AS YOU LIKE IT. Well said that was laid on with a trowel. My pride fell with my fortunes. Cel. Not a word? Act i. Sc. 2. Act i. Sc. 2. Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. Act i. Sc. 3. Act i. Sc. 3. O how full of briars is this working-day world! We'll have a swashing and a martial outside. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Act i. Sc. 3. Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. Act ii. Sc. I. The big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase. Act ii. Sc. I.. "Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much." Act ii. Sc. I. Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. Act ii. Sc. I. And He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! Act ii. Sc. 3. [As You Like It continued. For in my youth I never did apply Act ii. Sc. 3. Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Act ii. Sc. 3. O good old man! how well in thee appears Act ii. Sc. 3. And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, Act ii. Sc. 7. And then he drew a dial from his poke, Thus we may see," quoth he, "how the world wags." Act ii. Sc. 7. 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. Act ii. Sc. 7. My lungs began to crow like chanticleer. Act ii. Sc. 7. Motley's the only wear. Act ii. Sc. 7. 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. Act ii. Sc. 7. As You Like It continued.] I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, Act ii. Sc. 7. The why is plain as way to parish church. Act ii. Sc. 7. All the world's a stage And all the men and women merely players: Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the In fair round belly with good capon lin'd, [As You Like It continued. And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans- every thing. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, As man's ingratitude. Act ii. Sc. 7. Act ii. Sc. 7. The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. Act iii. Sc. 2. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? Act iii. Sc. 2. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all whooping. Act iii. Sc. 2. Every one fault seeming monstrous, till his fellow-fault came to match it. Act iii. Sc. 2. Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.1 Act iii. Sc. 2. Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetAct iii. Sc. 3. ical. Down on your knees, And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's love. Act iii. Sc. 5. It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my 1 See Proverbs, p. 609. As You Like It continued.] travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness. Act iv. Sc. I. I had rather have a fool to make me merry, than experience to make me sad. Act iv. Sc. I. Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit. Act iv. Sc. I. Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love. Act iv. Sc. 1. Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Act iv. Sc. I. Pacing through the forest, Chewing the food' of sweet and bitter fancy. Act iv. Sc. 3. No sooner met, but they looked; no sooner looked, but they loved; no sooner loved, but they sighed; no sooner sighed, but they asked one another the reason. Act v. Sc. 2. How bitter a thing it is to look into happiness. through another man's eyes! Act v. Sc. 2. An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own. |