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

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1 I / 2
  • Mistress, you must come away to your father.
  • Mistress, you must come away to your father.
  • Celia. 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?

    Touchstone. Mistress, you must come away to your father.

2 I / 2
  • No, by mine honour; but I was bid to come for you.
  • No, by mine honour; but I was bid to come for you.
  • Celia. Were you made the messenger?

    Touchstone. No, by mine honour; but I was bid to come for you.

3 I / 2
  • Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they were
    good pancakes, and sw...
  • Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they were
    good pancakes, and swore by his honour the mustard was naught.
    Now I'll stand to it, the pancakes were naught and the mustard
    was good, and yet was not the knight forsworn.
  • Rosalind. Where learned you that oath, fool?

    Touchstone. Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they were
    good pancakes, and swore by his honour the mustard was naught.
    Now I'll stand to it, the pancakes were naught and the mustard
    was good, and yet was not the knight forsworn.

4 I / 2
  • Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, and swear
    by your beards that I...
  • Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, and swear
    by your beards that I am a knave.
  • Rosalind. Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom.

    Touchstone. Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, and swear
    by your beards that I am a knave.

5 I / 2
  • By my knavery, if I had it, then I were. But if you
    swear by that that is no...
  • By my knavery, if I had it, then I were. But if you
    swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn; no more was this
    knight, swearing by his honour, for he never had any; or if he
    had, he had sworn it away before ever he saw those pancackes or
    that mustard.
  • Celia. By our beards, if we had them, thou art.

    Touchstone. By my knavery, if I had it, then I were. But if you
    swear by that that is not, you are not forsworn; no more was this
    knight, swearing by his honour, for he never had any; or if he
    had, he had sworn it away before ever he saw those pancackes or
    that mustard.

6 I / 2
  • One that old Frederick, your father, loves.
  • One that old Frederick, your father, loves.
  • Celia. Prithee, who is't that thou mean'st?

    Touchstone. One that old Frederick, your father, loves.

7 I / 2
  • The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise
    men do foolishly.
  • The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise
    men do foolishly.
  • Celia. 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.

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

8 I / 2
  • Or as the Destinies decrees.
  • Or as the Destinies decrees.
  • Rosalind. As wit and fortune will.

    Touchstone. Or as the Destinies decrees.

9 I / 2
  • Nay, if I keep not my rank-
  • Nay, if I keep not my rank-
  • Celia. Well said; that was laid on with a trowel.

    Touchstone. Nay, if I keep not my rank-

10 I / 2
  • But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies have
    lost?
  • But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies have
    lost?
  • Rosalind. Alas!

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

11 I / 2
  • Thus men may grow wiser every day. It is the first time
    that ever I heard br...
  • Thus men may grow wiser every day. It is the first time
    that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.
  • Le Beau. Why, this that I speak of.

    Touchstone. Thus men may grow wiser every day. It is the first time
    that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies.

12 II / 4
  • I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
  • I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.
  • Rosalind. O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!

    Touchstone. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary.

13 II / 4
  • For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you;
    yet I should bear no...
  • For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you;
    yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you; for I think you
    have no money in your purse.
  • Celia. I pray you bear with me; I cannot go no further.

    Touchstone. For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you;
    yet I should bear no cross if I did bear you; for I think you
    have no money in your purse.

14 II / 4
  • Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I; when I was at
    home I was in a better...
  • Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I; when I was at
    home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.
  • Rosalind. Well, this is the Forest of Arden.

    Touchstone. Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I; when I was at
    home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content.

15 II / 4
  • And I mine. I remember, when I was in love, I broke my
    sword upon a stone, a...
  • And I mine. I remember, when I was in love, I broke my
    sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming a-night to
    Jane Smile; and I remember the kissing of her batler, and the
    cow's dugs that her pretty chapt hands had milk'd; and I remember
    the wooing of peascod instead of her; from whom I took two cods,
    and giving her them again, said with weeping tears 'Wear these
    for my sake.' We that are true lovers run into strange capers;
    but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal
    in folly.
  • Rosalind. Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound,
    I have by hard adventure found mine own.

    Touchstone. And I mine. I remember, when I was in love, I broke my
    sword upon a stone, and bid him take that for coming a-night to
    Jane Smile; and I remember the kissing of her batler, and the
    cow's dugs that her pretty chapt hands had milk'd; and I remember
    the wooing of peascod instead of her; from whom I took two cods,
    and giving her them again, said with weeping tears 'Wear these
    for my sake.' We that are true lovers run into strange capers;
    but as all is mortal in nature, so is all nature in love mortal
    in folly.

16 II / 4
  • Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break
    my shins against it....
  • Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break
    my shins against it.
  • Rosalind. Thou speak'st wiser than thou art ware of.

    Touchstone. Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break
    my shins against it.

17 II / 4
  • And mine; but it grows something stale with me.
  • And mine; but it grows something stale with me.
  • Rosalind. Jove, Jove! this shepherd's passion
    Is much upon my fashion.

    Touchstone. And mine; but it grows something stale with me.

18 II / 4
  • Holla, you clown!
  • Holla, you clown!
  • Celia. I pray you, one of you question yond man
    If he for gold will give us any food;
    I faint almost to death.

    Touchstone. Holla, you clown!

19 II / 4
  • Your betters, sir.
  • Your betters, sir.
  • Corin. Who calls?

    Touchstone. Your betters, sir.

20 III / 2
  • Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good
    life; but in respect tha...
  • Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good
    life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is nought.
    In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in
    respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in
    respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect
    it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life,
    look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty
    in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in
    thee, shepherd?
  • Corin. And how like you this shepherd's life, Master Touchstone?

    Touchstone. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good
    life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is nought.
    In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in
    respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in
    respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect
    it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life,
    look you, it fits my humour well; but as there is no more plenty
    in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in
    thee, shepherd?

21 III / 2
  • Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in
    court, shepherd?
  • Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in
    court, shepherd?
  • Corin. No more but that I know the more one sickens the worse at
    ease he is; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is
    without three good friends; that the property of rain is to wet,
    and fire to burn; that good pasture makes fat sheep; and that a
    great cause of the night is lack of the sun; that he that hath
    learned no wit by nature nor art may complain of good breeding,
    or comes of a very dull kindred.

    Touchstone. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in
    court, shepherd?

22 III / 2
  • Then thou art damn'd.
  • Then thou art damn'd.
  • Corin. No, truly.

    Touchstone. Then thou art damn'd.

23 III / 2
  • Truly, thou art damn'd, like an ill-roasted egg, all on
    one side.
  • Truly, thou art damn'd, like an ill-roasted egg, all on
    one side.
  • Corin. Nay, I hope.

    Touchstone. Truly, thou art damn'd, like an ill-roasted egg, all on
    one side.

24 III / 2
  • Why, if thou never wast at court thou never saw'st good
    manners; if thou nev...
  • Why, if thou never wast at court thou never saw'st good
    manners; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must
    be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation. Thou art
    in a parlous state, shepherd.
  • Corin. For not being at court? Your reason.

    Touchstone. Why, if thou never wast at court thou never saw'st good
    manners; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must
    be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation. Thou art
    in a parlous state, shepherd.

25 III / 2
  • Instance, briefly; come, instance.
  • Instance, briefly; come, instance.
  • Corin. Not a whit, Touchstone. Those that are good manners at the
    court are as ridiculous in the country as the behaviour of the
    country is most mockable at the court. You told me you salute not
    at the court, but you kiss your hands; that courtesy would be
    uncleanly if courtiers were shepherds.

    Touchstone. Instance, briefly; come, instance.

26 III / 2
  • Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? And is not the
    grease of a mutton a...
  • Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? And is not the
    grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow,
    shallow. A better instance, I say; come.
  • Corin. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fells, you
    know, are greasy.

    Touchstone. Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? And is not the
    grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow,
    shallow. A better instance, I say; come.

27 III / 2
  • Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again. A
    more sounder instance;...
  • Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again. A
    more sounder instance; come.
  • Corin. Besides, our hands are hard.

    Touchstone. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again. A
    more sounder instance; come.

28 III / 2
  • Most shallow man! thou worm's meat in respect of a good
    piece of flesh indee...
  • Most shallow man! thou worm's meat in respect of a good
    piece of flesh indeed! Learn of the wise, and perpend: civet is
    of a baser birth than tar- the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend
    the instance, shepherd.
  • Corin. And they are often tarr'd over with the surgery of our
    sheep; and would you have us kiss tar? The courtier's hands are
    perfum'd with civet.

    Touchstone. Most shallow man! thou worm's meat in respect of a good
    piece of flesh indeed! Learn of the wise, and perpend: civet is
    of a baser birth than tar- the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend
    the instance, shepherd.

29 III / 2
  • Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee, shallow man! God
    make incision in thee...
  • Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee, shallow man! God
    make incision in thee! thou art raw.
  • Corin. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest.

    Touchstone. Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee, shallow man! God
    make incision in thee! thou art raw.

30 III / 2
  • That is another simple sin in you: to bring the ewes
    and the rams together,...
  • That is another simple sin in you: to bring the ewes
    and the rams together, and to offer to get your living by the
    copulation of cattle; to be bawd to a bell-wether, and to betray
    a she-lamb of a twelvemonth to crooked-pated, old, cuckoldly ram,
    out of all reasonable match. If thou beest not damn'd for this,
    the devil himself will have no shepherds; I cannot see else how
    thou shouldst scape.
  • Corin. Sir, I am a true labourer: I earn that I eat, get that I
    wear; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness; glad of other
    men's good, content with my harm; and the greatest of my pride is
    to see my ewes graze and my lambs suck.

    Touchstone. That is another simple sin in you: to bring the ewes
    and the rams together, and to offer to get your living by the
    copulation of cattle; to be bawd to a bell-wether, and to betray
    a she-lamb of a twelvemonth to crooked-pated, old, cuckoldly ram,
    out of all reasonable match. If thou beest not damn'd for this,
    the devil himself will have no shepherds; I cannot see else how
    thou shouldst scape.

31 III / 2
  • I'll rhyme you so eight years together, dinners, and
    suppers, and sleeping h...
  • I'll rhyme you so eight years together, dinners, and
    suppers, and sleeping hours, excepted. It is the right
    butter-women's rank to market.
  • Rosalind. 'From the east to western Inde,
    No jewel is like Rosalinde.
    Her worth, being mounted on the wind,
    Through all the world bears Rosalinde.
    All the pictures fairest lin'd
    Are but black to Rosalinde.
    Let no face be kept in mind
    But the fair of Rosalinde.'

    Touchstone. I'll rhyme you so eight years together, dinners, and
    suppers, and sleeping hours, excepted. It is the right
    butter-women's rank to market.

32 III / 2
  • For a taste:
    If a hart do lack a hind,
    Let him s...
  • For a taste:
    If a hart do lack a hind,
    Let him seek out Rosalinde.
    If the cat will after kind,
    So be sure will Rosalinde.
    Winter garments must be lin'd,
    So must slender Rosalinde.
    They that reap must sheaf and bind,
    Then to cart with Rosalinde.
    Sweetest nut hath sourest rind,
    Such a nut is Rosalinde.
    He that sweetest rose will find
    Must find love's prick and Rosalinde.
    This is the very false gallop of verses; why do you infect
    yourself with them?
  • Rosalind. Out, fool!

    Touchstone. For a taste:
    If a hart do lack a hind,
    Let him seek out Rosalinde.
    If the cat will after kind,
    So be sure will Rosalinde.
    Winter garments must be lin'd,
    So must slender Rosalinde.
    They that reap must sheaf and bind,
    Then to cart with Rosalinde.
    Sweetest nut hath sourest rind,
    Such a nut is Rosalinde.
    He that sweetest rose will find
    Must find love's prick and Rosalinde.
    This is the very false gallop of verses; why do you infect
    yourself with them?

33 III / 2
  • Truly, the tree yields bad fruit.
  • Truly, the tree yields bad fruit.
  • Rosalind. Peace, you dull fool! I found them on a tree.

    Touchstone. Truly, the tree yields bad fruit.

34 III / 2
  • You have said; but whether wisely or no, let the forest
    judge.
    ...
  • You have said; but whether wisely or no, let the forest
    judge.
    Enter CELIA, with a writing
  • Rosalind. I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it with a
    medlar. Then it will be the earliest fruit i' th' country; for
    you'll be rotten ere you be half ripe, and that's the right
    virtue of the medlar.

    Touchstone. You have said; but whether wisely or no, let the forest
    judge.
    Enter CELIA, with a writing

35 III / 2
  • Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable retreat;
    though not with bag and b...
  • Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable retreat;
    though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage.
  • Celia. How now! Back, friends; shepherd, go off a little; go with
    him, sirrah.

    Touchstone. Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable retreat;
    though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage.

36 III / 3
  • Come apace, good Audrey; I will fetch up your goats,
    Audrey. And how, Audrey...
  • 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?
  • Rosalind. Nay, you must call me Rosalind. Come, sister, will you
    go? Exeunt

    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?

37 III / 3
  • I am here with thee and thy goats, as the most
    capricious poet, honest Ovid,...
  • I am here with thee and thy goats, as the most
    capricious poet, honest Ovid, was among the Goths.
  • Audrey. Your features! Lord warrant us! What features?

    Touchstone. I am here with thee and thy goats, as the most
    capricious poet, honest Ovid, was among the Goths.

38 III / 3
  • When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's
    good wit seconded with...
  • 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.
  • Jaques (lord). [Aside] O knowledge ill-inhabited, worse than Jove in a
    thatch'd house!

    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.

39 III / 3
  • No, truly; for the truest poetry is the most feigning,
    and lovers are given...
  • 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. 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.

40 III / 3
  • I do, truly, for thou swear'st to me thou art honest;
    now, if thou wert a po...
  • 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. 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.

41 III / 3
  • No, truly, unless thou wert hard-favour'd; for honesty
    coupled to beauty is...
  • No, truly, unless thou wert hard-favour'd; for honesty
    coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar.
  • Audrey. Would you not have me honest?

    Touchstone. No, truly, unless thou wert hard-favour'd; for honesty
    coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar.

42 III / 3
  • Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut were
    to put good meat into...
  • Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut were
    to put good meat into an unclean dish.
  • 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.

43 III / 3
  • Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness;
    sluttishness may come hereafter....
  • Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness;
    sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it as it may be, I will
    marry thee; and to that end I have been with Sir Oliver Martext,
    the vicar of the next village, who hath promis'd to meet me in
    this place of the forest, and to couple us.
  • Audrey. I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul.

    Touchstone. Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness;
    sluttishness may come hereafter. But be it as it may be, I will
    marry thee; and to that end I have been with Sir Oliver Martext,
    the vicar of the next village, who hath promis'd to meet me in
    this place of the forest, and to couple us.

44 III / 3
  • Amen. A man may, if he were of a fearful heart, stagger
    in this attempt; for...
  • 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?
  • Audrey. Well, the gods give us joy!

    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?

45 III / 3
  • I will not take her on gift of any man.
  • I will not take her on gift of any man.
  • Sir Oliver Martext. Is there none here to give the woman?

    Touchstone. I will not take her on gift of any man.

46 III / 3
  • Good even, good Master What-ye-call't; how do you, sir?
    You are very well me...
  • Good even, good Master What-ye-call't; how do you, sir?
    You are very well met. Goddild you for your last company. I am
    very glad to see you. Even a toy in hand here, sir. Nay; pray be
    cover'd.
  • Jaques (lord). [Discovering himself] Proceed, proceed; I'll give her.

    Touchstone. Good even, good Master What-ye-call't; how do you, sir?
    You are very well met. Goddild you for your last company. I am
    very glad to see you. Even a toy in hand here, sir. Nay; pray be
    cover'd.

47 III / 3
  • As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his curb, and
    the falcon her bells, s...
  • As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his curb, and
    the falcon her bells, so man hath his desires; and as pigeons
    bill, so wedlock would be nibbling.
  • Jaques (lord). Will you be married, motley?

    Touchstone. As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his curb, and
    the falcon her bells, so man hath his desires; and as pigeons
    bill, so wedlock would be nibbling.

48 III / 3
  • [Aside] I am not in the mind but I were better to be
    married of him than of...
  • [Aside] I am not in the mind but I were better to be
    married of him than of another; for he is not like to marry me
    well; and not being well married, it will be a good excuse for me
    hereafter to leave my wife.
  • Jaques (lord). And will you, being a man of your breeding, be married
    under a bush, like a beggar? Get you to church and have a good
    priest that can tell you what marriage is; this fellow will but
    join you together as they join wainscot; then one of you will
    prove a shrunk panel, and like green timber warp, warp.

    Touchstone. [Aside] I am not in the mind but I were better to be
    married of him than of another; for he is not like to marry me
    well; and not being well married, it will be a good excuse for me
    hereafter to leave my wife.

49 III / 3
  • Come, sweet Audrey;
    We must be married or we must live in bawdry.
    Farewe...
  • 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
  • Jaques (lord). Go thou with me, and let me counsel thee.

    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

50 V / 1
  • We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey.
  • We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey.
  • Rosalind. I shall devise something; but, I pray you, commend my
    counterfeiting to him. Will you go? Exeunt

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

51 V / 1
  • A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Martext.
    But, Audrey, there is...
  • 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. 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.

52 V / 1
  • It is meat and drink to me to see a clown. By my troth,
    we that have good wi...
  • It is meat and drink to me to see a clown. By my troth,
    we that have good wits have much to answer for: we shall be
    flouting; we cannot hold.
  • Audrey. Ay, I know who 'tis; he hath no interest in me in the
    world; here comes the man you mean.

    Touchstone. It is meat and drink to me to see a clown. By my troth,
    we that have good wits have much to answer for: we shall be
    flouting; we cannot hold.

53 V / 1
  • Good ev'n, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy
    head; nay, prithee be co...
  • Good ev'n, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy
    head; nay, prithee be cover'd. How old are you, friend?
  • William. And good ev'n to you, sir.

    Touchstone. Good ev'n, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy
    head; nay, prithee be cover'd. How old are you, friend?

54 V / 1
  • A ripe age. Is thy name William?
  • A ripe age. Is thy name William?
  • William. Five and twenty, sir.

    Touchstone. A ripe age. Is thy name William?

55 V / 1
  • A fair name. Wast born i' th' forest here?
  • A fair name. Wast born i' th' forest here?
  • William. William, sir.

    Touchstone. A fair name. Wast born i' th' forest here?

56 V / 1
  • 'Thank God.' A good answer.
    Art rich?
  • 'Thank God.' A good answer.
    Art rich?
  • William. Ay, sir, I thank God.

    Touchstone. 'Thank God.' A good answer.
    Art rich?

57 V / 1
  • 'So so' is good, very good, very excellent good; and
    yet it is not; it is bu...
  • 'So so' is good, very good, very excellent good; and
    yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou wise?
  • William. Faith, sir, so so.

    Touchstone. 'So so' is good, very good, very excellent good; and
    yet it is not; it is but so so. Art thou wise?

58 V / 1
  • Why, thou say'st well. I do now remember a saying: 'The
    fool doth think he i...
  • Why, thou say'st well. I do now remember a saying: 'The
    fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be
    a fool.' The heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a
    grape, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth; meaning
    thereby that grapes were made to eat and lips to open. You do
    love this maid?
  • William. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit.

    Touchstone. Why, thou say'st well. I do now remember a saying: 'The
    fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be
    a fool.' The heathen philosopher, when he had a desire to eat a
    grape, would open his lips when he put it into his mouth; meaning
    thereby that grapes were made to eat and lips to open. You do
    love this maid?

59 V / 1
  • Give me your hand. Art thou learned?
  • Give me your hand. Art thou learned?
  • William. I do, sir.

    Touchstone. Give me your hand. Art thou learned?

60 V / 1
  • Then learn this of me: to have is to have; for it is a
    figure in rhetoric th...
  • Then learn this of me: to have is to have; for it is a
    figure in rhetoric that drink, being pour'd out of cup into a
    glass, by filling the one doth empty the other; for all your
    writers do consent that ipse is he; now, you are not ipse, for I
    am he.
  • William. No, sir.

    Touchstone. Then learn this of me: to have is to have; for it is a
    figure in rhetoric that drink, being pour'd out of cup into a
    glass, by filling the one doth empty the other; for all your
    writers do consent that ipse is he; now, you are not ipse, for I
    am he.

61 V / 1
  • He, sir, that must marry this woman. Therefore, you
    clown, abandon- which is...
  • 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.
  • William. Which he, sir?

    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.

62 V / 1
  • Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey. I attend, I attend.
  • Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey. I attend, I attend.
  • Corin. Our master and mistress seeks you; come away, away.

    Touchstone. Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey. I attend, I attend.

63 V / 3
  • To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will we
    be married.
  • To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will we
    be married.
  • Orlando. Nor I. Exeunt

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

64 V / 3
  • By my troth, well met. Come sit, sit, and a song.
  • By my troth, well met. Come sit, sit, and a song.
  • First Page. Well met, honest gentleman.

    Touchstone. By my troth, well met. Come sit, sit, and a song.

65 V / 3
  • Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great
    matter in the ditty, yet t...
  • Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great
    matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untuneable.
  • Second Page. I'faith, i'faith; and both in a tune, like two gipsies
    on a horse.
    SONG.
    It was a lover and his lass,
    With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
    That o'er the green corn-field did pass
    In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
    When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
    Sweet lovers love the spring.
    Between the acres of the rye,
    With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
    These pretty country folks would lie,
    In the spring time, &c.
    This carol they began that hour,
    With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
    How that a life was but a flower,
    In the spring time, &c.
    And therefore take the present time,
    With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
    For love is crowned with the prime,
    In the spring time, &c.

    Touchstone. Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great
    matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untuneable.

66 V / 3
  • By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear such
    a foolish song. God...
  • By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear such
    a foolish song. God buy you; and God mend your voices. Come,
    Audrey. Exeunt
  • First Page. You are deceiv'd, sir; we kept time, we lost not our
    time.

    Touchstone. By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear such
    a foolish song. God buy you; and God mend your voices. Come,
    Audrey. Exeunt

67 V / 4
  • Salutation and greeting to you all!
  • Salutation and greeting to you all!
  • Jaques (lord). There is, sure, another flood toward, and these couples are
    coming to the ark. Here comes a pair of very strange beasts which
    in all tongues are call'd fools.

    Touchstone. Salutation and greeting to you all!

68 V / 4
  • If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation.
    I have trod a measure...
  • If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation.
    I have trod a measure; I have flatt'red a lady; I have been
    politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy; I have undone
    three tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought
    one.
  • Jaques (lord). Good my lord, bid him welcome. This is the motley-minded
    gentleman that I have so often met in the forest. He hath been a
    courtier, he swears.

    Touchstone. If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation.
    I have trod a measure; I have flatt'red a lady; I have been
    politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy; I have undone
    three tailors; I have had four quarrels, and like to have fought
    one.

69 V / 4
  • Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the
    seventh cause.
  • Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the
    seventh cause.
  • Jaques (lord). And how was that ta'en up?

    Touchstone. Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the
    seventh cause.

70 V / 4
  • God 'ild you, sir; I desire you of the like. I press in
    here, sir, amongst t...
  • God 'ild you, sir; I desire you of the like. I press in
    here, sir, amongst the rest of the country copulatives, to swear
    and to forswear, according as marriage binds and blood breaks. A
    poor virgin, sir, an ill-favour'd thing, sir, but mine own; a
    poor humour of mine, sir, to take that that man else will. Rich
    honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl
    in your foul oyster.
  • Duke. I like him very well.

    Touchstone. God 'ild you, sir; I desire you of the like. I press in
    here, sir, amongst the rest of the country copulatives, to swear
    and to forswear, according as marriage binds and blood breaks. A
    poor virgin, sir, an ill-favour'd thing, sir, but mine own; a
    poor humour of mine, sir, to take that that man else will. Rich
    honesty dwells like a miser, sir, in a poor house; as your pearl
    in your foul oyster.

71 V / 4
  • According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such dulcet
    diseases.
  • According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such dulcet
    diseases.
  • Duke. By my faith, he is very swift and sententious.

    Touchstone. According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such dulcet
    diseases.

72 V / 4
  • Upon a lie seven times removed- bear your body more
    seeming, Audrey- as thus...
  • Upon a lie seven times removed- bear your body more
    seeming, Audrey- as thus, sir. I did dislike the cut of a certain
    courtier's beard; he sent me word, if I said his beard was not
    cut well, he was in the mind it was. This is call'd the Retort
    Courteous. If I sent him word again it was not well cut, he would
    send me word he cut it to please himself. This is call'd the Quip
    Modest. If again it was not well cut, he disabled my judgment.
    This is call'd the Reply Churlish. If again it was not well cut,
    he would answer I spake not true. This is call'd the Reproof
    Valiant. If again it was not well cut, he would say I lie. This
    is call'd the Countercheck Quarrelsome. And so to the Lie
    Circumstantial and the Lie Direct.
  • Jaques (lord). But, for the seventh cause: how did you find the quarrel on
    the seventh cause?

    Touchstone. Upon a lie seven times removed- bear your body more
    seeming, Audrey- as thus, sir. I did dislike the cut of a certain
    courtier's beard; he sent me word, if I said his beard was not
    cut well, he was in the mind it was. This is call'd the Retort
    Courteous. If I sent him word again it was not well cut, he would
    send me word he cut it to please himself. This is call'd the Quip
    Modest. If again it was not well cut, he disabled my judgment.
    This is call'd the Reply Churlish. If again it was not well cut,
    he would answer I spake not true. This is call'd the Reproof
    Valiant. If again it was not well cut, he would say I lie. This
    is call'd the Countercheck Quarrelsome. And so to the Lie
    Circumstantial and the Lie Direct.

73 V / 4
  • I durst go no further than the Lie Circumstantial, nor
    he durst not give me...
  • I durst go no further than the Lie Circumstantial, nor
    he durst not give me the Lie Direct; and so we measur'd swords
    and parted.
  • Jaques (lord). And how oft did you say his beard was not well cut?

    Touchstone. I durst go no further than the Lie Circumstantial, nor
    he durst not give me the Lie Direct; and so we measur'd swords
    and parted.

74 V / 4
  • O, sir, we quarrel in print by the book, as you have
    books for good manners....
  • O, sir, we quarrel in print by the book, as you have
    books for good manners. I will name you the degrees. The first,
    the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the
    Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the
    Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance;
    the seventh, the Lie Direct. All these you may avoid but the Lie
    Direct; and you may avoid that too with an If. I knew when seven
    justices could not take up a quarrel; but when the parties were
    met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as: 'If you
    said so, then I said so.' And they shook hands, and swore
    brothers. Your If is the only peace-maker; much virtue in If.
  • Jaques (lord). Can you nominate in order now the degrees of the lie?

    Touchstone. O, sir, we quarrel in print by the book, as you have
    books for good manners. I will name you the degrees. The first,
    the Retort Courteous; the second, the Quip Modest; the third, the
    Reply Churlish; the fourth, the Reproof Valiant; the fifth, the
    Countercheck Quarrelsome; the sixth, the Lie with Circumstance;
    the seventh, the Lie Direct. All these you may avoid but the Lie
    Direct; and you may avoid that too with an If. I knew when seven
    justices could not take up a quarrel; but when the parties were
    met themselves, one of them thought but of an If, as: 'If you
    said so, then I said so.' And they shook hands, and swore
    brothers. Your If is the only peace-maker; much virtue in If.

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