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

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?

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?

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?

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?

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

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

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.

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

Audrey. Well, the gods give us joy!

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

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

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.

William. Good ev'n, Audrey.

Audrey. God ye good ev'n, William.

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.

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.