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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] |
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
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2 |
As You Like It
[II, 4] |
Silvius |
750 |
O, thou didst then never love so heartily!
If thou rememb'rest not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not lov'd;
Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Wearing thy hearer in thy mistress' praise,
Thou hast not lov'd;
Or if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not lov'd.
O Phebe, Phebe, Phebe! Exit Silvius
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3 |
As You Like It
[II, 4] |
Rosalind |
788 |
I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed.
Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd,
And faints for succour.
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4 |
As You Like It
[III, 2] |
Corin |
1183 |
You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest.
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5 |
As You Like It
[III, 2] |
Touchstone |
1184 |
Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee, shallow man! God
make incision in thee! thou art raw.
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6 |
As You Like It
[IV, 2] |
Jaques (lord) |
1987 |
Sing it; 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so it make noise
enough.
SONG.
What shall he have that kill'd the deer?
His leather skin and horns to wear.
[The rest shall hear this burden:]
Then sing him home.
Take thou no scorn to wear the horn;
It was a crest ere thou wast born.
Thy father's father wore it;
And thy father bore it.
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn,
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. Exeunt
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7 |
As You Like It
[V, 1] |
William |
2243 |
God rest you merry, sir. Exit
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8 |
As You Like It
[V, 4] |
Touchstone |
2456 |
God 'ild you, sir; I desire you of the like. I press in
here, sir, amongst the rest of the country copulatives, to swear
and to forswear, according as marriage binds and blood breaks. A
poor virgin, sir, an ill-favour'd thing, sir, but mine own; a
poor humour of mine, sir, to take that that man else will. Rich
honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl
in your foul oyster.
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