As you like it pdf

Date published: 


I shall desire more love and knowledge of you. ORLANDO. I rest much bounden to you: fare you well. Exit LE BEAU. Thus must I from the smoke into the smother . Download AS YOU LIKE IT free in PDF & EPUB format. Download William Shakespeare.'s AS YOU LIKE IT for your kindle, tablet, IPAD, PC or. Synopsis of As You Like It . . Interview with the Director/About the Play 4. Into the Woods: The Forest of Arden and. Pastoral Tradition.

Language: English, Spanish, German
Country: Lebanon
Genre: Fiction & Literature
Pages: 199
Published (Last): 07.02.2016
ISBN: 493-4-35696-501-9
PDF File Size: 16.23 MB
Distribution: Free* [*Regsitration Required]
Uploaded by: FERNANDO

3445 downloads 59211 Views 22.38MB ePub Size Report

In As You Like It, witty words and romance play out against the disputes of divided pairs of brothers. Orlando's older brother, Oliver, treats him badly and refuses. As You Like It, like Twelfth Night and A Midsummer Night's Dream, is one of Shakespeare's "marriage" comedies in which love's complications end in recognition. Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg.

A78 ISBN hardcover 1. All rights reserved. PA www. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without the written permission of the publisher. As you like it. Printed and bound in the United States of America.

All Shakespeare editors at the time took the speech away from her and gave it to her father, Prospero. The reader of the Folger Shakespeare knows where the text has been altered because editorial interventions are signaled by square brackets for example, from Othello: At any point in the text, you can hover your cursor over a bracket for more information.

As You Like It by William Shakespeare

In As You Like It , witty words and romance play out against the disputes of divided pairs of brothers. Banished by her uncle, Rosalind assumes a male identity and leaves with Celia and their fool, Touchstone. In the Forest of Arden, Rosalind, in her male disguise, forms a teasing friendship with Orlando.

Oliver, searching for Orlando, reforms after Orlando saves his life.


Duke Frederick restores the dukedom to Duke Senior, who leaves the forest with his followers. Folger Shakespeare Library http: From the Director of the Folger Shakespeare Library. Characters in the Play. Orlando , youngest son of Sir Rowland de Boys. Second Brother , brother to Orlando and Oliver, named Jaques. Adam , servant to Oliver and friend to Orlando. Rosalind , daughter to Duke Senior. Duke Frederick , the usurping duke. First Lord.

Duke Senior , the exiled duke, brother to Duke Frederick. Lords attending Duke Senior in exile. But, turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest: By this kind of chase, I should hate him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando.

Look, here comes the duke.

Pdf it as like you

The Forest of Arden. 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 no flattery: I would not change it.

And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools, Being native burghers of this desert city, Should in their own confines with forked heads Have their round haunches gored.

First Lord Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that, And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you.

To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him as he lay along Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood: To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt, Did come to languish, and indeed, my lord, The wretched animal heaved forth such groans That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting, and the big round tears Coursed one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase; and thus the hairy fool Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook, Augmenting it with tears.

Did he not moralize this spectacle? First Lord O, yes, into a thousand similes. First, for his weeping into the needless stream; 'Poor deer,' quoth he, 'thou makest a testament As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more To that which had too much: Second Lord We did, my lord, weeping and commenting Upon the sobbing deer.

I love to cope him in these sullen fits, For then he's full of matter. First Lord I'll bring you to him straight.

You pdf as like it

It cannot be: First Lord I cannot hear of any that did see her. The ladies, her attendants of her chamber, Saw her abed, and in the morning early They found the bed untreasured of their mistress.

Second Lord My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh, is also missing. Hisperia, the princess' gentlewoman, Confesses that she secretly o'erheard Your daughter and her cousin much commend The parts and graces of the wrestler That did but lately foil the sinewy Charles; And she believes, wherever they are gone, That youth is surely in their company.

ADAM What, my young master? O, my gentle master! O my sweet master! O you memory Of old Sir Rowland! Why are you virtuous? And wherefore are you gentle, strong and valiant? Why would you be so fond to overcome The bonny priser of the humorous duke? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you. Know you not, master, to some kind of men Their graces serve them but as enemies? No more do yours: O, what a world is this, when what is comely Envenoms him that bears it!

ADAM O unhappy youth! Come not within these doors; within this roof The enemy of all your graces lives: Your brother--no, no brother; yet the son-- Yet not the son, I will not call him son Of him I was about to call his father-- Hath heard your praises, and this night he means To burn the lodging where you use to lie And you within it: I overheard him and his practises.

This is no place; this house is but a butchery: Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.

As you like vitecek.info | As You Like It | William Shakespeare

ADAM No matter whither, so you come not here. Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce A thievish living on the common road? This I must do, or know not what to do: Yet this I will not do, do how I can; I rather will subject me to the malice Of a diverted blood and bloody brother. ADAM But do not so.

You like it pdf as

I have five hundred crowns, The thrifty hire I saved under your father, Which I did store to be my foster-nurse When service should in my old limbs lie lame And unregarded age in corners thrown: Take that, and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age! Here is the gold; And all this I give you. Let me be your servant: Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat but for promotion, And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: But, poor old man, thou prunest a rotten tree, That cannot so much as a blossom yield In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry But come thy ways; well go along together, And ere we have thy youthful wages spent, We'll light upon some settled low content.

From seventeen years till now almost fourscore Here lived I, but now live here no more. At seventeen years many their fortunes seek; But at fourscore it is too late a week: Yet fortune cannot recompense me better Than to die well and not my master's debtor. ROSALIND I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel and to cry like a woman; but I must comfort the weaker vessel, as doublet and hose ought to show itself courageous to petticoat: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.

More, I prithee, more. I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs. I know I cannot please you. Come, more; another stanzo: Will you sing? JAQUES Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but that they call compliment is like the encounter of two dog-apes, and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks I have given him a penny and he renders me the beggarly thanks.

Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.

As you like it.pdf

Sirs, cover the while; the duke will drink under this tree. He hath been all this day to look you. He is too disputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he, but I give heaven thanks and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come. Who doth ambition shun All together here. O, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master.

Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little. If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it or bring it for food to thee.

Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake be comfortable; hold death awhile at the arm's end:

Related Documents

Copyright © 2019 vitecek.info. All rights reserved.