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

Total: 108

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1

I,2,146

I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.

2

I,2,151

Herein I see thou lov'st me not with the full weight that I
love thee. If my uncle, thy banished father, had banished thy
uncle, the Duke my father, so thou hadst been still with me, I
could have taught my love to take thy father for mine; so wouldst
thou, if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously temper'd
as mine is to thee.

3

I,2,159

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.

4

I,2,167

Marry, I prithee, do, to make sport withal; but love no man
in good earnest, nor no further in sport neither than with safety
of a pure blush thou mayst in honour come off again.

5

I,2,171

Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her
wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be bestowed equally.

6

I,2,176

'Tis true; for those that she makes fair she scarce makes
honest; and those that she makes honest she makes very
ill-favouredly.

7

I,2,183

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?

8

I,2,189

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?

9

I,2,195

Were you made the messenger?

10

I,2,202

How prove you that, in the great heap of your knowledge?

11

I,2,206

By our beards, if we had them, thou art.

12

I,2,212

Prithee, who is't that thou mean'st?

13

I,2,214

My father's love is enough to honour him. Enough, speak no
more of him; you'll be whipt for taxation one of these days.

14

I,2,218

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.

15

I,2,223

Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their young.

16

I,2,225

All the better; we shall be the more marketable. Bon jour,
Monsieur Le Beau. What's the news?

17

I,2,228

Sport! of what colour?

18

I,2,232

Well said; that was laid on with a trowel.

19

I,2,241

Well, the beginning, that is dead and buried.

20

I,2,243

I could match this beginning with an old tale.

21

I,2,259

Or I, I promise thee.

22

I,2,265

Yonder, sure, they are coming. Let us now stay and see it.

23

I,2,272

Alas, he is too young; yet he looks successfully.

24

I,2,280

Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau.

25

I,2,288

Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your years.
You have seen cruel proof of this man's strength; if you saw
yourself with your eyes, or knew yourself with your judgment, the
fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal
enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to embrace your own
safety and give over this attempt.

26

I,2,308

And mine to eke out hers.

27

I,2,310

Your heart's desires be with you!

28

I,2,320

I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the
leg. [They wrestle]

29

I,2,323

If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should
down.

30

I,2,341

Were I my father, coz, would I do this?

31

I,2,350

Gentle cousin,
Let us go thank him, and encourage him;
My father's rough and envious disposition
Sticks me at heart. Sir, you have well deserv'd;
If you do keep your promises in love
But justly as you have exceeded all promise,
Your mistress shall be happy.

32

I,2,361

Ay. Fare you well, fair gentleman.

33

I,2,369

Will you go, coz?

34

I,3,408

Why, cousin! why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy!
Not a word?

35

I,3,411

No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs;
throw some of them at me; come, lame me with reasons.

36

I,3,415

But is all this for your father?

37

I,3,418

They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday
foolery; if we walk not in the trodden paths, our very petticoats
will catch them.

38

I,3,423

Hem them away.

39

I,3,425

Come, come, wrestle with thy affections.

40

I,3,427

O, a good wish upon you! You will try in time, in despite of
a fall. But, turning these jests out of service, let us talk in
good earnest. Is it possible, on such a sudden, you should fall
into so strong a liking with old Sir Rowland's youngest son?

41

I,3,432

Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his son dearly?
By this kind of chase I should hate him, for my father hated his
father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando.

42

I,3,436

Why should I not? Doth he not deserve well?

43

I,3,440

With his eyes full of anger.

44

I,3,470

Dear sovereign, hear me speak.

45

I,3,473

I did not then entreat to have her stay;
It was your pleasure, and your own remorse;
I was too young that time to value her,
But now I know her. If she be a traitor,
Why so am I: we still have slept together,
Rose at an instant, learn'd, play'd, eat together;
And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans,
Still we went coupled and inseparable.

46

I,3,489

Pronounce that sentence, then, on me, my liege;
I cannot live out of her company.

47

I,3,495

O my poor Rosalind! Whither wilt thou go?
Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine.
I charge thee be not thou more griev'd than I am.

48

I,3,499

Thou hast not, cousin.
Prithee be cheerful. Know'st thou not the Duke
Hath banish'd me, his daughter?

49

I,3,503

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.

50

I,3,514

To seek my uncle in the Forest of Arden.

51

I,3,518

I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,
And with a kind of umber smirch my face;
The like do you; so shall we pass along,
And never stir assailants.

52

I,3,531

What shall I call thee when thou art a man?

53

I,3,535

Something that hath a reference to my state:
No longer Celia, but Aliena.

54

I,3,540

He'll go along o'er the wide world with me;
Leave me alone to woo him. Let's away,
And get our jewels and our wealth together;
Devise the fittest time and safest way
To hide us from pursuit that will be made
After my flight. Now go we in content
To liberty, and not to banishment. Exeunt

55

II,4,729

I pray you bear with me; I cannot go no further.

56

II,4,778

I pray you, one of you question yond man
If he for gold will give us any food;
I faint almost to death.

57

II,4,812

And we will mend thy wages. I like this place,
And willingly could waste my time in it.

58

III,2,1237

'Why should this a desert be?
For it is unpeopled? No;
Tongues I'll hang on every tree
That shall civil sayings show.
Some, how brief the life of man
Runs his erring pilgrimage,
That the streching of a span
Buckles in his sum of age;
Some, of violated vows
'Twixt the souls of friend and friend;
But upon the fairest boughs,
Or at every sentence end,
Will I Rosalinda write,
Teaching all that read to know
The quintessence of every sprite
Heaven would in little show.
Therefore heaven Nature charg'd
That one body should be fill'd
With all graces wide-enlarg'd.
Nature presently distill'd
Helen's cheek, but not her heart,
Cleopatra's majesty,
Atalanta's better part,
Sad Lucretia's modesty.
Thus Rosalinde of many parts
By heavenly synod was devis'd,
Of many faces, eyes, and hearts,
To have the touches dearest priz'd.
Heaven would that she these gifts should have,
And I to live and die her slave.'

59

III,2,1270

How now! Back, friends; shepherd, go off a little; go with
him, sirrah.

60

III,2,1275

Didst thou hear these verses?

61

III,2,1278

That's no matter; the feet might bear the verses.

62

III,2,1281

But didst thou hear without wondering how thy name should be
hang'd and carved upon these trees?

63

III,2,1287

Trow you who hath done this?

64

III,2,1289

And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck.
Change you colour?

65

III,2,1292

O Lord, Lord! it is a hard matter for friends to meet; but
mountains may be remov'd with earthquakes, and so encounter.

66

III,2,1295

Is it possible?

67

III,2,1298

O wonderful, wonderful, most wonderful wonderful, and yet
again wonderful, and after that, out of all whooping!

68

III,2,1308

So you may put a man in your belly.

69

III,2,1311

Nay, he hath but a little beard.

70

III,2,1315

It is young Orlando, that tripp'd up the wrestler's heels
and your heart both in an instant.

71

III,2,1319

I' faith, coz, 'tis he.

72

III,2,1321

Orlando.

73

III,2,1327

You must borrow me Gargantua's mouth first; 'tis a word too
great for any mouth of this age's size. To say ay and no to these
particulars is more than to answer in a catechism.

74

III,2,1332

It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the
propositions of a lover; but take a taste of my finding him, and
relish it with good observance. I found him under a tree, like a
dropp'd acorn.

75

III,2,1338

Give me audience, good madam.

76

III,2,1340

There lay he, stretch'd along like a wounded knight.

77

III,2,1343

Cry 'Holla' to thy tongue, I prithee; it curvets
unseasonably. He was furnish'd like a hunter.

78

III,2,1346

I would sing my song without a burden; thou bring'st me out
of tune.

79

III,2,1350

You bring me out. Soft! comes he not here?

80

III,4,1596

Do, I prithee; but yet have the grace to consider that tears
do not become a man.

81

III,4,1599

As good cause as one would desire; therefore weep.

82

III,4,1601

Something browner than Judas's.
Marry, his kisses are Judas's own children.

83

III,4,1604

An excellent colour: your chestnut was ever the only colour.

84

III,4,1607

He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana. A nun of
winter's sisterhood kisses not more religiously; the very ice of
chastity is in them.

85

III,4,1612

Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him.

86

III,4,1614

Yes; I think he is not a pick-purse nor a horse-stealer; but
for his verity in love, I do think him as concave as covered
goblet or a worm-eaten nut.

87

III,4,1618

Yes, when he is in; but I think he is not in.

88

III,4,1620

'Was' is not 'is'; besides, the oath of a lover is no
stronger than the word of a tapster; they are both the confirmer
of false reckonings. He attends here in the forest on the Duke,
your father.

89

III,4,1628

O, that's a brave man! He writes brave verses, speaks brave
words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely, quite
traverse, athwart the heart of his lover; as a puny tilter, that
spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble
goose. But all's brave that youth mounts and folly guides. Who
comes here?

90

III,4,1640

Well, and what of him?

91

IV,1,1852

It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a Rosalind of a
better leer than you.

92

IV,1,1904

I cannot say the words.

93

IV,1,1906

Go to. Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind?

94

IV,1,1965

You have simply misus'd our sex in your love-prate. We must
have your doublet and hose pluck'd over your head, and show the
world what the bird hath done to her own nest.

95

IV,1,1971

Or rather, bottomless; that as fast as you pour affection
in, it runs out.

96

IV,1,1979

And I'll sleep. Exeunt

97

IV,3,2003

I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain, he hath
ta'en his bow and arrows, and is gone forth- to sleep. Look, who
comes here.

98

IV,3,2067

Alas, poor shepherd!

99

IV,3,2080

West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom.
The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream
Left on your right hand brings you to the place.
But at this hour the house doth keep itself;
There's none within.

100

IV,3,2092

It is no boast, being ask'd, to say we are.

101

IV,3,2100

I pray you, tell it.

102

IV,3,2124

O, I have heard him speak of that same brother;
And he did render him the most unnatural
That liv'd amongst men.

103

IV,3,2137

Are you his brother?

104

IV,3,2139

Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him?

105

IV,3,2164

Why, how now, Ganymede! sweet Ganymede!

106

IV,3,2166

There is more in it. Cousin Ganymede!

107

IV,3,2169

We'll lead you thither.
I pray you, will you take him by the arm?

108

IV,3,2182

Come, you look paler and paler; pray you draw homewards.
Good sir, go with us.

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