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Didst thou never hear
That things ill got had ever bad success?
And happy always was it for that son
Whose father for his hoarding went to hell?

      — King Henry VI. Part III, Act II Scene 2

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1

As You Like It
[I, 1]

Oliver

27

Now, sir! what make you here?

2

As You Like It
[I, 1]

Oliver

29

What mar you then, sir?

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?

4

As You Like It
[I, 1]

Oliver

45

What, boy! [Strikes him]

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.

6

As You Like It
[I, 1]

Oliver

104

What, you wrestle to-morrow before the new Duke?

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.

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?

9

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Rosalind

170

What shall be our sport, then?

10

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Touchstone

216

The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise
men do foolishly.

11

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Celia

228

Sport! of what colour?

12

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Le Beau

229

What colour, madam? How shall I answer you?

13

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Touchstone

254

But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies have
lost?

14

As You Like It
[I, 2]

Frederick

330

Bear him away. What is thy name, young man?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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