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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

As You Like It

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

SCENE III. The forest.

Song.
It was a lover and his lass,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

That o’er the green corn-field did pass

In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,

When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:

Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the acres of the rye,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino

These pretty country folks would lie,

In spring time, & c.

This carol they began that hour,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,

How that a life was but a flower

In spring time, & c.

And therefore take the present time,

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;

For love is crowned with the prime

In spring time, & c.

Touch. Truly, young gentlemen, though

there was no great matter in the ditty, yet

the note was very untuneable.

Page You are deceived, sir: we kept

time, we lost not our time.

Touch. By my troth, yes; I count it but

time lost to hear such a foolish song. God

be wi’ you; and God mend your voices!

Come, Audrey.

Exeunt

SCENE IV. The forest.

Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, JAQUES, ORLANDO, OLIVER, and CEL.

Duke Sen. Dost thou believe, Orlando, that

the boy

Can do all this that he hath promised?

Orl. I sometimes do believe, and sometimes

do not; As those that fear they hope, and

know they fear.

Enter ROSALIND, SILVIUS, and PHEBE

Ros. Patience once more, whiles our

compact is urged: You say, if I bring in your

Rosalind. You will bestow her on Orlando

here?

Duke Sen. That would I, had I kingdoms

to give with her.

Ros. And you say, you will have her, when

I bring her?

Orl. That would I, were I of all kingdoms king.

Ros. You say, you’ll marry me, if I be willing?

Phebe.

That will I, should I die the hour after.

Ros. But if you do refuse to marry me,

You’ll give yourself to this most faithful

shepherd?

Phebe. So is the bargain.

Ros. You say, that you’ll have Phebe, if

she will?

Sil. Though to have her and death were

both one thing.

Ros. I have promised to make all this

matter even.

Keep you your word, O duke, to give your

daughter; You yours, Orlando, to receive

his daughter: Keep your word, Phebe,

that you’ll marry me, Or else refusing me,

to wed this shepherd: Keep your word,

Silvius, that you’ll marry her. If she refuse

me: and from hence I go, To make these

doubts all even.

Exeunt Rosalind and CEL.

Duke Sen.

I do remember in this shepherd boy

Some lively touches of my daughter’s

favour.

Orl. My lord, the first time that I ever

saw him Methought he was a brother

to your daughter: But, my good lord,

this boy is forest-born, And hath been

tutor’d in the rudiments Of many desperate

studies by his uncle, Whom he reports

to be a great magician, Obscured in the circle

of this forest.

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“As You Like It”


Doff (v.)

Doff means witch, sorceress, magician.  Doff is cited 5 different William Shakespeare plays. I’ve chosen to cite from Macbeth (Mac.IV.iii.188) Ross says to Malcolm: “Your eye in Scotland would make our women fight to doff their dire.”

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My Poem of the Day

(03/30/15)

That Sinking Gut Feeling©

By Felina Silver Robinson

The feeling that you get

In the pit of your stomach

When you know somethings wrong

But you can’t put your finger on it

When everything suddenly goes silent

Then there is a ring of the phone

or

The doorbell rings

And you’re met with an even more awkward silence

Then the words you dread hearing

After the caller or the person ringing the door bell

Has identified themselves

“We regret to have to tell you”

You want to slam down your phone

You want to slam your door

Hoping that it was all just a dream

But the voice you dreaded

Calls out asking

“Did you hear me,

Is there someone I can call for you?”

And you just collapse

Wishing you were in fact just dreaming

But of course you’re not

Oh how I dread that sinking gut feeling


Diviner (n.)

Diviner means witch, sorceress, magician.  Diviner is cited in William Shakespeare’s play Comedy of Errors (CE III.ii.148) Dromio spoke of Syracuse to Antipholus about the kitchen wench: “This drudge or diviner laid claim to me.”

The Comedy of Errors

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Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

As You Like It

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT V, SCENE I. The forest of Arden

To SILVIUS I will help you, if I can:

To PHEBE I would love you, if I could. To-

morrow meet me all together.

To PHEBE I will marry you, if ever I marry

woman, and I’ll be married to-morrow:

To ORLANDO I will satisfy you, if ever I

satisfied man, and you shall be married to-

morrow:

To SILVIUS I will content you, if what

pleases you contents you, and you shall be

married to-morrow.

To ORLANDO As you love Rosalind, meet:

To SILVIUS as you love Phebe, meet: and

as I love no woman, I’ll meet. So fare you

well: I have left you commands.

Sil. I’ll not fail, if I live.

Phebe. Nor I.

Orl. Nor I.

Exeunt

SCENE III. The forest.

Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY

Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey;

to-morrow will we be married.

Aud. I do desire it with all my heart; and I

hope it is no dishonest desire to desire to be

a woman of the world. Here comes two of the

banished duke’s pages.

Enter two Pages

1 Page Well met, honest gentleman.

Touch. By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit,

and a song.

2 Page We are for you: sit i’ the middle.

1 Page Shall we clap into’t roundly, without

hawking or spitting or saying we are hoarse,

which are the only prologues to a bad voice?

2 Page I’faith, i’faith; and both in a tune, like

two gipsies on a horse.

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“As You Like It”


My Poem of the Day

(03/29/15)

Each Wall Tells A Story©

By Felina Silver Robinson

In my house upon each wall

There’s a place for a

Memory

A note

A date

A prayer

A milestone

I fill each wall with

Love

Happy Memories of

Those I love

Those I miss

And

Those I admire

Sometimes I find myself

Just staring at each wall, in each room, of my house

and, oh how I enjoy the view

Even though, sometimes it leaves me feeling sad and blue

Longing for what was, or  what may have been

So before I have a chance to shed another tear

I hurry to place another picture

Upon the wall


Taken from the Complete Works of William Shakespeare

As You Like It

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

ACT V, SCENE I. The forest of Arden

Ros.

I will weary you then no longer with idle

talking. Know of me then, for now I speak

to some purpose, that I know you are a

gentleman of good conceit: I speak not

this that you should bear a good opinion

of my knowledge, insomuch I say I know

you are; neither do I labour for a greater

esteem than may in some little measure

draw a belief from you, to do yourself

good and not to grace me. Believe then, if

you please, that I can do strange things:

I have, since I was three year old,

conversed with a magician, most profound

in his art and yet not damnable. If you

do love Ros. so near the heart as your

gesture cries it out, when your brother

marries Aliena, shall you marry her:

I know into what straits of fortune she is

driven; and it is not impossible to me, if

it appear not inconvenient to you, to set

her before your eyes tomorrow human

as she is and without any danger.

Orl. Speakest thou in sober meanings?

Ros. By my life, I do; which I tender dearly,

though I say I am a magician. Therefore,

put you in your best array: bid your friends;

for if you will be married to-morrow, you shall,

and to Ros., if you will.

Enter SILVIUS and PHEBE

Look, here comes a lover of mine and a lover

of hers.

Phebe. Youth, you have done me much

ungentleness, To show the letter that I writ

to you.

Ros. I care not if I have: it is my study

To seem despiteful and ungentle to you:

You are there followed by a faithful shepherd;

Look upon him, love him; he worships you.

Phebe. Good shepherd, tell this youth what

’tis to love.

Sil. It is to be all made of sighs and tears;

And so am I for Phebe.

Phebe. And I for Ganymede.

Orl. And I for Ros..

Ros. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of faith and service;

And so am I for Phebe.

Phebe. And I for Ganymede.

Orl. And I for Rosalind.

Ros. And I for no woman.

Sil. It is to be all made of fantasy,

All made of passion and all made of

wishes,

All adoration, duty, and observance,

All humbleness, all patience and impatience,

All purity, all trial, all observance;

And so am I for Phebe.

Phebe. And so am I for Ganymede.

Orl. And so am I for Ros..

Ros. And so am I for no woman.

Phebe. If this be so, why blame you me

to love you?

Sil. If this be so, why blame you me to

love you?

Orl. If this be so, why blame you me to

love you?

Ros. Who do you speak to, ‘Why blame

you me to love you?’

Orl. To her that is not here, nor doth not

hear.

Ros. Pray you, no more of this; ’tis like the

howling of Irish wolves against the moon.

(On 3/30/15 – Join me in the continuation of Shakespeare’s 

“As You Like It”