Comparison of William Shakespeare As You Like It 2.3 to William Shakespeare

Cuds me, what make you here, sir?

Now, sir, what make you here?

I am the second son of old Sir Rowland,

The Duke is humorous — what he is indeed [continues next]

[continues previous] The Duke is humorous — what he is indeed

I will return again into the house, and desire some conduct of the lady. I am no fighter. I have heard of some kind of men that put quarrels purposely on others, to taste their valor. Belike this is a man of that quirk.

His sole child, my lord, and bequeath’d to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that her education promises her dispositions she inherits, which makes fair gifts fairer; for where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there commendations go with pity: they are virtues and traitors too. In her they are the better for their simpleness; she derives her honesty, and achieves her goodness. [continues next]

[continues previous] His sole child, my lord, and bequeath’d to my overlooking. I have those hopes of her good that her education promises her dispositions she inherits, which makes fair gifts fairer; for where an unclean mind carries virtuous qualities, there commendations go with pity: they are virtues and traitors too. In her they are the better for their simpleness; she derives her honesty, and achieves her goodness.

O devil! What a venomous world is this,

When commendations are the baits to ruin!

Suspect ye me, sir? Oh, what a world is this!

I come to him. This is my father’s choice.

O, what a world of vild ill-favor’d faults

All-seeing heaven, what a world is this!

And it is still itself. Why? What’s the matter? [continues next]

Vanquish my staider senses. What’s the matter?

Why tender’st thou that paper to me with

Why, alas, what’s the matter?

Good morrow, Benedick. Why, what’s the matter,

Do not torment me! O!

What’s the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon ’s with salvages and men of Inde? Ha? I have not scap’d drowning to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, “As proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground”; ...

Why, what’s the matter? Does he rave?

Launce, away, away! Aboard! Thy master is shipp’d, and thou art to post after with oars. What’s the matter? Why weep’st thou, man? Away, ass, you’ll lose the tide, if you tarry any longer.

Why, what’s the matter, man? Behold, and wonder!

Why, uncle, what’s the matter? O my liege,

How now, Ophelia, what’s the matter?

O my lord, my lord, I have been so affrighted!

[continues previous] And it is still itself. Why? What’s the matter?

[continues previous] My daughter! O, my daughter! Dead? Ay, to me:

What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food?

What wouldst thou have me do? To bear with patience

And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him?

Knowing that thou wouldst have me drown’d on shore

Bid’st thou me rage? Why, now thou hast thy wish:

Wouldst have me weep? Why, now thou hast thy will:

Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.

What, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard?

Do you not love me? Do you not indeed? [continues next]

Ho, who’s here? [continues next]

Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go?

What, wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice?

What wouldst thou have, boor? What, thick-skin? Speak, breathe, discuss; brief, short, quick, snap.

What wouldst thou have me do? To bear with patience

And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him?

[continues previous] What say’st thou, Kate? What wouldst thou have with me?

Before he was what thou wouldst have him be!

Knowing that thou wouldst have me drown’d on shore

Which, traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to.

[continues previous] What wouldst thou, fellow? And how cam’st thou hither?

What wouldst thou have, Laertes? My dread lord,

What wouldst thou have with me?

What wouldst thou have to Athens?

What, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard?

What wouldst thou have us do, Andronicus?

I know not what to do. I would to God

If you will not murder me for my love, let me be your servant.

If you will not undo what you have done, that is, kill him whom you have recover’d, desire it not. Fare ye well at once; my bosom is full of kindness, and I am yet so near the manners of my mother, that upon the least occasion more mine eyes will tell ...

When I was young (as yet I am not old),

I do remember how my father said

Nor frosty winter but in her disdain. [continues next]

[continues previous] Nor frosty winter but in her disdain.

But he’s so full of business, good old man, [continues next]

[continues previous] But he’s so full of business, good old man,

The unseen good old man. O heavy deed!

As two spent swimmers that do cling together

And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald

I went to her, Master Brook, as you see, like a poor old man, but I came from her, Master Brook, like a poor old woman.

My masters, ere we part, let’s friendly go and drink together, and swear true secrecy upon our lives. [continues next]

Or lose our ventures. Then with your will go on; [continues next]

We’ll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi. [continues next]

[continues previous] My masters, ere we part, let’s friendly go and drink together, and swear true secrecy upon our lives.

[continues previous] We’ll along ourselves, and meet them at Philippi.

It is too late, my lord; he’s dead already.

So you, to study now it is too late,

I am at your Grace’s pleasure.

Princes, it is too late to talk of love,

It is too late, I cannot send them now.

It is too late, the life of all his blood

It is the pois’ned cup, it is too late.

But while I say one prayer! It is too late.

Though you hear now (too late), yet now’s a time: [continues next]

[continues previous] Though you hear now (too late), yet now’s a time: