Speeches (Lines) for Audrey
in "As You Like It"

Total: 12

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1

III,3,1509

Touchstone. Come apace, good Audrey; I will fetch up your goats,
Audrey. And how, Audrey, am I the man yet? Doth my simple feature
content you?

Audrey. Your features! Lord warrant us! What features?


2

III,3,1518

Touchstone. 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.

Audrey. I do not know what 'poetical' is. Is it honest in deed and
word? Is it a true thing?


3

III,3,1523

Touchstone. No, truly; for the truest poetry is the most feigning,
and lovers are given to poetry; and what they swear in poetry may
be said as lovers they do feign.

Audrey. Do you wish, then, that the gods had made me poetical?


4

III,3,1527

Touchstone. I do, truly, for thou swear'st to me thou art honest;
now, if thou wert a poet, I might have some hope thou didst
feign.

Audrey. Would you not have me honest?


5

III,3,1531

Jaques (lord). [Aside] A material fool!

Audrey. Well, I am not fair; and therefore I pray the gods make me
honest.


6

III,3,1535

Touchstone. Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut were
to put good meat into an unclean dish.

Audrey. I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul.


7

III,3,1542

Jaques (lord). [Aside] I would fain see this meeting.

Audrey. Well, the gods give us joy!


8

V,1,2190

Touchstone. We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey.

Audrey. Faith, the priest was good enough, for all the old
gentleman's saying.


9

V,1,2195

Touchstone. A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Martext.
But, Audrey, there is a youth here in the forest lays claim to
you.

Audrey. Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no interest in me in the
world; here comes the man you mean.


10

V,1,2202

William. Good ev'n, Audrey.

Audrey. God ye good ev'n, William.


11

V,1,2242

Touchstone. 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.

Audrey. Do, good William.


12

V,3,2363

Touchstone. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will we
be married.

Audrey. I do desire it with all my heart; and I hope it is no
dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of the world. Here come
two of the banish'd Duke's pages.


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