# Result number

Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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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?

2

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Rosalind

187

Indeed, there is Fortune too hard for Nature, when
Fortune makes Nature's natural the cutter-off of Nature's wit.

3

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?

4

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Celia

218

By my troth, thou sayest true; for since the little wit that
fools have was silenced, the little foolery that wise men have
makes a great show. Here comes Monsieur Le Beau.

5

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Rosalind

230

As wit and fortune will.

6

As You Like It
[II, 4]

Touchstone

773

Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break
my shins against it.

7

As You Like It
[III, 2]

Corin

1143

No more but that I know the more one sickens the worse at
ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is
without three good friends; that the property of rain is to wet,
and fire to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep; and that a
great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that he that hath
learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding,
or comes of a very dull kindred.

8

As You Like It
[III, 2]

Corin

1183

You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest.

9

As You Like It
[III, 2]

Jaques (lord)

1374

You have a nimble wit; I think 'twas made of Atalanta's
heels. Will you sit down with me? and we two will rail against
our mistress the world, and all our misery.

10

As You Like It
[III, 3]

Touchstone

1514

When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's
good wit seconded with the forward child understanding, it
strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little room.
Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical.

11

As You Like It
[IV, 1]

Rosalind

1867

Marry, that should you, if I were your mistress; or I
should think my honesty ranker than my wit.

12

As You Like It
[IV, 1]

Rosalind

1931

Or else she could not have the wit to do this. The wiser,
the waywarder. Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out
at the casement; shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop
that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney.

13

As You Like It
[IV, 1]

Orlando

1935

A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might say 'Wit,
whither wilt?'

14

As You Like It
[IV, 1]

Rosalind

1937

Nay, you might keep that check for it, till you met your
wife's wit going to your neighbour's bed.

15

As You Like It
[IV, 1]

Orlando

1939

And what wit could wit have to excuse that?

16

As You Like It
[V, 1]

William

2216

Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.

17

As You Like It
[V, 1]

Touchstone

2232

He, sir, that must marry this woman. Therefore, you
clown, abandon- which is in the vulgar leave- the society- which
in the boorish is company- of this female- which in the common is
woman- which together is: abandon the society of this female; or,
clown, thou perishest; or, to thy better understanding, diest;
or, to wit, I kill thee, make thee away, translate thy life into
death, thy liberty into bondage. I will deal in poison with thee,
or in bastinado, or in steel; I will bandy with thee in faction;
will o'er-run thee with policy; I will kill thee a hundred and
fifty ways; therefore tremble and depart.

18

As You Like It
[V, 4]

Duke

2498

He uses his folly like a stalking-horse, and under the
presentation of that he shoots his wit.
[Enter HYMEN, ROSALIND, and CELIA. Still MUSIC]
HYMEN. Then is there mirth in heaven,
When earthly things made even
Atone together.
Good Duke, receive thy daughter;
Hymen from heaven brought her,
Yea, brought her hither,
That thou mightst join her hand with his,
Whose heart within his bosom is.