As you like it – William Shakespeare

 

“Duke Senior: 

… Are not these woods

More free from peril than the envious court?

Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,

The seasons’ difference; as the icy fang

And churlish chiding of the winter’s wind, 

Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,

Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say

‘This is not flattery; these are counsellors

That feelingly persuade me what I am.’

Sweet are the uses of adversity;” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.617).

“Duke Senior: 

Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy.

This wide and universal theatre

Presents more woeful pageants than the scene

Wherein we play in. 

Jaques: 

All the world’s a stage;

And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven age. As, first, the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.

And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like a snail

Unwilling to school. And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then the soldier,

Full of strange oaths, and bearded like a pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;

His youthful hose, well saved, a world oo wide

For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Turning again into a childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.622).

“Celia: 

O, that’s a brave man! He writes brave verses,

Speaks brave words, swears brave oaths, and 

Breaks them bravely, quite traverse.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.629).

“Phebe:

For I must tell you friendly in your ear, - 

Sell when you can; you are not for all markets.” (Shakespeare, 1996, p.630).