As You LIke It Act 3 Scene 2 Flashcards
Didst thou hear these verses?
O yes, I heard them all and more too; for some of them had in them more feet than the verses would bear.
That’s no matter. The feet might bear the verses.
Ay, but the feet were lame and could not bear
themselves without the verse and therefore stood lamely in the verse
But didst thou hear without wondering how
thy name should be hanged and carved upon these trees
I was seven of the nine days out of the
wonder before you came, for look here what
I found on a palm tree. I was never so berhymed since Pythagoras’ time that I was an Irish rat, which I can hardly remember.
Trow you who hath done this?
Is it a man?
And a chain that you once wore, about his neck
Change you color?
I prithee who?
O Lord. Lord, it is a hard matter for friends to
meet. But mountains may be removed with earthquakes and so encounter.
Nay, but who is it?
Is it possible?
Nay. I prithee now with most petitionary
vehemence. tell me who it is?
O wonderlul, wonderful and most wonderful
wonderful, and yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all whooping!
Good my complexion! Dost thou think, though I am caparisoned like a man, I have a doublet and hose in my disposition? Once inch of delay more is a South Sea of discovery. I prithee tell me who is it quickly, and speak apace. I would thou couldst stammer that thou mightst pour this concealed man out of thy mouth as wine comes out of a narrow mouthed bottle-either too much at once or none at all. I prithee take the cork out of thy mouth, that I may drink thy tidings.
So you may put a man in our bely.
Is he of God’s making? What manner of manner of man? Is his head worth a hat or his chin worth a beard?
Nay, he hath but a little beard.
Why God will send more it the man will be
thankful. Let me stay the growth of his beard, it thou delay me not the knowledge of his
chin.
It Is young Orlando that tripped up the wrestler’s heels and your heart both in an instant.
ROSALIND Nav but the devil take mocking! Speak sad brow and true maid.
I’ faith, coz, ‘tis he
Orlando?
Oclando.
Alas the day! What shall I do with my doublet
and hose? What did he when thou saw’st him? What said he? How looked he? Wherein went he? What makes he here? Did he ask for me? Where remains he? How parted he with thee? And when shalt thou see him again? Answer me in one word
You must borrow me Gargantua’s mouth first,
“tis a word too great for any mouth of this age’s
sIze. To say’ “ay” and “no” to these particulars is more than to answer in a catechism.
But doth he know that I am in this forest and in
man’s apparel? Looks he as freshly as he did the day he wrestled?
It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the
propositions of a lover, but take a taste of my finding him and relish it with good observance. I found him under a tree like a dropped acorn-
It may well be called Jove’s tree when it drops such fruit.
