Speeches (Lines) for Sir Oliver Martext in "As You Like It"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 III / 3
  • Is there none here to give the woman?
  • Is there none here to give the woman?
  • Touchstone. Amen. A man may, if he were of a fearful heart, stagger
    in this attempt; for here we have no temple but the wood, no
    assembly but horn-beasts. But what though? Courage! As horns are
    odious, they are necessary. It is said: 'Many a man knows no end
    of his goods.' Right! Many a man has good horns and knows no end
    of them. Well, that is the dowry of his wife; 'tis none of his
    own getting. Horns? Even so. Poor men alone? No, no; the noblest
    deer hath them as huge as the rascal. Is the single man therefore
    blessed? No; as a wall'd town is more worthier than a village, so
    is the forehead of a married man more honourable than the bare
    brow of a bachelor; and by how much defence is better than no
    skill, by so much is horn more precious than to want. Here comes
    Sir Oliver.
    [Enter SIR OLIVER MARTEXT]
    Sir Oliver Martext, you are well met. Will you dispatch us here
    under this tree, or shall we go with you to your chapel?

    Sir Oliver Martext. Is there none here to give the woman?

2 III / 3
  • Truly, she must be given, or the marriage is not lawful.
  • Truly, she must be given, or the marriage is not lawful.
  • Touchstone. I will not take her on gift of any man.

    Sir Oliver Martext. Truly, she must be given, or the marriage is not lawful.

3 III / 3
  • 'Tis no matter; ne'er a fantastical knave of them all
    shall flout me out of...
  • 'Tis no matter; ne'er a fantastical knave of them all
    shall flout me out of my calling. Exit
  • Touchstone. Come, sweet Audrey;
    We must be married or we must live in bawdry.
    Farewell, good Master Oliver. Not-
    O sweet Oliver,
    O brave Oliver,
    Leave me not behind thee.
    But-
    Wind away,
    Begone, I say,
    I will not to wedding with thee.
    Exeunt JAQUES, TOUCHSTONE, and AUDREY

    Sir Oliver Martext. 'Tis no matter; ne'er a fantastical knave of them all
    shall flout me out of my calling. Exit

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