Duke Senior – Metatheatricality | This wide and universal theatre Presents more pageants than the scene wherein we play |
Orlando about Oliver – nature vs court | the something that Nature gave me his countenance seems to take from me |
Touchstone’s argument – court vs country | if you never wast in court, thou never saws’t good manners, then thy manners must be wicked, and wickedness is a sin, and sin is damnation |
Corin’s counter argument – manners | The courtiers hands are perfumed with civet |
Rosalind’s plan for Ganymede | That I did suit me all points like a man, a gallant curtal axe upon my thigh |
Love – feigning – audrey and touchstone | for the truest poetry is the most feigning, and lovers are given to poetry; and what they swear in poetry it may be said, as lovers, they do feign |
Epilogue | tis true that a good play needs no Epilogue, my way is to conjure you |
Killing venison | Shall we go kill us some venison? … Have their round haunches gored |
Touchstone – mortal nature | But all is mortal in nature, and so is all nature in love mortal in folly |
Touchstone – mortality | and so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, and so, from hour to hour, we rot and rot |
Jaques – mortality | His acts being seven ages .. At first the infant, mewling and puking .. whining schoolboy .. creeping like a snail … then the lover, sighing like a furnace, with a woeful ballad .. soldier, full of strange oaths .. jealous in honour … eyes severe … sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything |
Orlando and Rosalind – Time | Time travels in diverse paces with diverse persons … men have died from time to time – and worms have eaten them – but not for love |
Duke senior – killing – man and nature | being native burghers of this desert city … own confines |
Amiens – man and nature | blow, blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude |
Orlando – using trees as books | There trees shall be my books .. carve on every tree |
abusing trees | mar no more trees … abuses our young plants |
Nature’s threat – snake | about his neck a green and gilded snake had wreathed itself … nimble in threats |
Nature’s threat – lioness | tis the royal disposition of that beast To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead |
Lioness- rosalind | food to the sucked and hungry lioness? |
Oliver’s treatment of Orlando | His horses are bred better … this nothing that he so plentifully gives me |
Oliver’s jealousy | my soul – yet I know not why – hates nothing more than he. Yet he’s gentle, never schooled yet learned, full of noble device |
Duke frederick – Celia | my father’s rough and envious disposition |
Duke Frederick – changeability | Grounded upon no other argument But that people praise her for her virtues and pity her for her good father’s sake |
Orlando – tyrant duke | thus I must from smoke into the smother, from a tyrant duke unto a tyrant brother |
Court – fortune | fortune reigns in gifts of the world, not in the lineaments of nature |
Touchstone’s response to arden | Aye, now I am in Arden, the more fool I, when I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content |
duke Frederick – transformation | The duke hath put on a religious life and thrown into neglect the pompous court |
Forest of Arden weather | the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter’s wind |
desert | desert city.. desert place … desert |
Rural living – welcoming | sit down and feed, and welcome to our table |
Orlando’s response to Arden | I though that all things had been savage here |
Corin’s poverty | But I am a shepherd to another man .. My master is of churlish disposition .. By reason of his absence there is nothing that you will feed on |
Corin’s work | Our hands are hard |
Touchstone – song – court | That any man turn ass, leaving his wealth and ease |
Touchstone’s debate about the forest | In respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd’s life it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life |
Corin – pastoral shepherd | 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 |
love opinion – Celia | the oath of a lover is no stronger than the word of a tapster |
Silvius – love | It is to be all made of sighs and tears .. it is to be all made of faith and service .. it is to be all made of fantasy, all made of passion, and all made of wishes, All adoration, duty, and observance, all patience, and impatience, All purity, all trial, all obedience |
Phoebe – eyes | and if eyes can wound, now let them kill thee .. nor I am sure there is no force in eyes That can do hurt |
Phoebe – Rosalind | I see no more you in the ordinary Of Nature’s sale-work |
Silvius – Rosalind’s opinion | You foolish shepherd |
Rosalind – phoebe and silvius | He’s fallen in love with your foulness and she’ll fall in love with my anger |
Jaques and Orlando – Love | The worst fault you have is to be in love … Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue |
Rosalind to orlando – speed of time | I will tell you who time travels withal, who time trots withal, and who he stands still withal |
Rosalind’s love stereotype | A lean cheek, which you have not; a blue eye and sunken, which you have not; a beard neglected, which you have not … everything about you demonstrating a careless desolation |
Rosalind – love | Love is merely a madness |
Orlando and Rosalind – frown killing | for I protest her frown might kill me … By this hand, it will not kill a fly |
Orlando – love and imaging | I can live no longer by thinking |
Touchstone and Audrey – honesty | No truly, unless thou wert hard-favoured: for honesty coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar |
Touchstone – honesty | to cast honesty upon a foul slut were to put good meat into an unclean dish |
Touchstone – horns | As horns are odious, they are necessary |
Touchstone – animal instincts – love | As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his curb, and the falcon her bells, so man hath his desires |
Touchstone’s marriage intentions | not being married well, it will be a good excuse for me to hereafter leave my wife |
Celia and Oliver – speed of love – orlando | is’t possible that on so little acquaintance, you should like her, that, but seeing, you should love her |
Rosalind – celia and oliver | for your brother and my sister no sooner met but they looked; no sooner looked but they loved |
retreat and return – rhyming couplet – celia | No go we in content, To liberty, and not to banishment |
Love – ritualistic love confessions | And so am I for Phoebe. And so am I for Ganymede. And so am I for Rosalind. And so I am for no woman. |
return to court | First in this forest, let us do those ends That here were well begun and well begot |
woman – Rosalind | do you know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak |
Rosalind – women – to orlando | but the sky changes when they are wives… pigeon .. parrot.. ape.. monkey… hyena |
Oliver to Rosalind – women | You a man? You lack a man’s heart |
Forest of Arden- golden world | They day he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him; and they live like the old robin hood of England. They saw many young gentlemen flock to him everyday, and fleet the time carelessly as they did in the golden world |
Celia – forest of Arden | I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it |
Orlando – antique world | antique world, when service sweat for duty not for meed … Where none will sweat but for promotion |
Duke Frederick – conversion (jacques) | was converted |
Oliver’s transformation | T’was I, but tis not I. I do not shame to tell you what I was, since my conversion so sweetly tastes, being the thing I am |
Audrey – stupid | I do not know what ‘poetical’ is |
William – nature | Wast born i’th’forest here? … Aye, sir, I thank god. |
Touchstone to william | The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool |
As You Like It Quotes
July 9, 2019