Within these ten days if that thou beest found
So near our public court as twenty miles,
Young man, have you challenged Charles the
No, fair princess.
Rosalind, to Duke
I’ll have no father, if you be not he.
And why, I pray you? Who might be your mother,
That you insult, exult, and all at once,
Over the wretched?
It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue, but it is no more unhandsome than to see the lord the prologue.
O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst know how many fathom deep I am in love!
You shall never take her without her answer, unless you take her without her tongue. O, that woman that cannot make her fault her husband’s occasion,
Or else she could not have the wit to do this; the wiser, the waywarder. Make the doors upon a woman’s wit,
Now tell me how long you would have her after you have possessed her?
Forever and a day.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
A traveller! By my faith, you have great reason to be sad. I fear you have sold your own lands to see other men’s;
I pray you do not fall in love with me,
For I am falser than vows made in wine.
You are a thousand times a properer man
Than she a woman. ’Tis such fools as you
That makes the world full of ill-favor’d children.
Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak.
Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound,
I have by hard adventure found mine own.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
They are but burs,
Bonjour, Monsieur Le Beau. What’s the news?
How now, wit, whither wander you?
Mistress, you must come away to your
Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune
from her wheel, that her gifts may henceforth be