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Result number
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Work
The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets
are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Character
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the character name is "Poet."
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The numbering is not keyed to any copyrighted numbering system found in a volume of
collected works (Arden, Oxford, etc.) The numbering starts at the beginning of the work, and does not
restart for each scene.
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1 |
As You Like It
[I, 1] |
Oliver |
27 |
Now, sir! what make you here?
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2 |
As You Like It
[I, 1] |
Oliver |
29 |
What mar you then, sir?
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3 |
As You Like It
[I, 1] |
Orlando |
33 |
Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them? What
prodigal portion have I spent that I should come to such penury?
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4 |
As You Like It
[I, 1] |
Oliver |
45 |
What, boy! [Strikes him]
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5 |
As You Like It
[I, 1] |
Oliver |
64 |
And what wilt thou do? Beg, when that is spent? Well, sir,
get you in. I will not long be troubled with you; you shall have
some part of your will. I pray you leave me.
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6 |
As You Like It
[I, 1] |
Oliver |
104 |
What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new Duke?
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7 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Celia |
159 |
You know my father hath no child but I, nor none is like to
have; and, truly, when he dies thou shalt be his heir; for what
he hath taken away from thy father perforce, I will render thee
again in affection. By mine honour, I will; and when I break that
oath, let me turn monster; therefore, my sweet Rose, my dear
Rose, be merry.
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8 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Rosalind |
165 |
From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports.
Let me see; what think you of falling in love?
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9 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Rosalind |
170 |
What shall be our sport, then?
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10 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Touchstone |
216 |
The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise
men do foolishly.
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11 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Celia |
228 |
Sport! of what colour?
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12 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Le Beau |
229 |
What colour, madam? How shall I answer you?
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13 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Touchstone |
254 |
But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies have
lost?
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14 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Frederick |
330 |
Bear him away. What is thy name, young man?
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15 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Rosalind |
365 |
He calls us back. My pride fell with my fortunes;
I'll ask him what he would. Did you call, sir?
Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown
More than your enemies.
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16 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Orlando |
372 |
What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?
I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.
O poor Orlando, thou art overthrown!
Or Charles or something weaker masters thee.
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17 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Le Beau |
377 |
Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you
To leave this place. Albeit you have deserv'd
High commendation, true applause, and love,
Yet such is now the Duke's condition
That he misconstrues all that you have done.
The Duke is humorous; what he is, indeed,
More suits you to conceive than I to speak of.
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18 |
As You Like It
[I, 3] |
Celia |
503 |
No, hath not? Rosalind lacks, then, the love
Which teacheth thee that thou and I am one.
Shall we be sund'red? Shall we part, sweet girl?
No; let my father seek another heir.
Therefore devise with me how we may fly,
Whither to go, and what to bear with us;
And do not seek to take your charge upon you,
To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out;
For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee.
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19 |
As You Like It
[I, 3] |
Rosalind |
515 |
Alas, what danger will it be to us,
Maids as we are, to travel forth so far!
Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
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20 |
As You Like It
[I, 3] |
Rosalind |
522 |
Were it not better,
Because that I am more than common tall,
That I did suit me all points like a man?
A gallant curtle-axe upon my thigh,
A boar spear in my hand; and- in my heart
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will-
We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,
As many other mannish cowards have
That do outface it with their semblances.
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