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. Ibid. Ros. Not one to throw at a dog. Act i. Sc. 3. Ibid. Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold. Ibid. We'll have a swashing and a, martial outside. Ibid. Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, "Poor deer," quoth he, "thou mak'st a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much." Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens. Ibid. Ibid. 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, Ibid. O good old man! how well in thee appears Under the greenwood tree. Ibid. Act ii. Sc. 5. 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." Ibid. 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. Ibid. 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. Motley's the only wear. Ibid. Ibid. 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 As You Like It continued.] After a voyage, he hath strange places cramm'd With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. Act ii. Sc. 7. I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, The why is plain as way to parish church. Ibid. Ibid. If ever you have look'd on better days; Ibid. And wiped our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd. All the world's a stage Ibid. And all the men and women merely players; Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the Justice, In fair round belly with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, [As You Like It continued. Full of wise saws and modern instances, And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd Pantaloon, With spectacle on nose and pouch on side; Is second childishness and mere oblivion; Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude. Ibid. The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she, Act iii. Sc. 2. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd? Ibid. O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all whooping. Ibid. I do desire we may be better strangers. Ibid. Time travels in divers paces with divers perI'll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal. sons. Ibid. Every one fault seeming monstrous, till his fellow-fault came to match it. Ibid. Neither rhyme nor reason. Ibid. As You Like It continued.] I would the gods had made thee poetical. Act iii. Sc. 3. Down on your knees, And thank Heaven, fasting, for a good man's Act iii. Sc. 5. love. It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and, indeed, the sundry contemplation of my 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. Ibid. Or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. Ibid. Very good orators, when they are out, they will spit. Ibid. Men have died from time to time, and worms I will kill thee a hundred and fifty ways. Act v. Sc. I. 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. I 'cud,' Dyce, Staunton. Act v. Sc. 2. |