Shakespeare's As You Like it
American book Company, 1910 - 112页
Comedy about all kinds of love--physical and intellectual, sentimental and cynical, enduring love between friends, and romantic love at first sight.
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Adam Amiens answer Audrey banished bear beard Beau beginning better bring brother cause Celia character Charles comes Corin court cousin daughter desire doth Duke F Duke's Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fall father follow fool Forest fortune Frederick friends gentle give grace hand hast hath hear heart honor hour I'll Jaques keep kill kind lack ladies leave live look lord lover man's manners marry master means meet mistress nature never Note Oliver Orlando period Phebe pity play points poor pray prithee questions reading reason Rosalind scene seek Shakespeare's shepherd sight Silvius song speak stay sweet tell thank thee things thou art to-morrow Touchstone tree true truly verse wise woman wrestling young youth
第46页 - A fool, a fool ! I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool ; a miserable world ! As I do live by food, I met a fool, Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, and yet a motley fool. Good-morrow, fool, quoth I. No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune.
第39页 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
第50页 - But whate'er you are That in this desert inaccessible, Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time ; If ever you have look'd on better days, If ever been where bells have knoll'd to church, If ever sat at any good man's feast, If ever from your eyelids wiped a tear And know what 'tis to pity and be pitied, Let gentleness my strong enforcement be : In the which hope I blush, and hide my sword.
第78页 - But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
第48页 - Invest me in my motley ; give me leave To speak my mind, and I will through and through Cleanse the foul body of the infected world, If they will patiently receive my medicine.
第51页 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
第47页 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please ; for so fools have ; And they that are most galled with my folly, 50 They most must laugh.
第35页 - To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
第52页 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
第76页 - I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these : but 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.