No Fear Shakespeare
As You Like It
Act 2, Scene 7
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Enter DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and LORDS like outlaws. |
DUKE SENIOR, AMIENS, and LORDS enter, dressed like outlaws. | |
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DUKE SENIOR
I think he be transformed into a beast,
For I can nowhere find him like a man.
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DUKE SENIOR
I think he must have turned into an animal, because I can’t find him anywhere looking like a man.
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FIRST LORD
My lord, he is but even now gone hence.
Here was he merry, hearing of a song.
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FIRST LORD
My lord, he just left here. He was happy here, listening to a song.
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DUKE SENIOR
If he, compact of jars, grow musical,
We shall have shortly discord in the spheres.
Go seek him. Tell him I would speak with him.
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DUKE SENIOR
If that man, who’s made up of conflicts, becomes musical, then there must be something wrong with the universe. Go find him. Tell him I want to speak with him.
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Enter JAQUES
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JAQUES enters. | |
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FIRST LORD
He saves my labor by his own approach.
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FIRST LORD
He saved me the trouble: here he comes.
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DUKE SENIOR
Why, how now, monsieur? What a life is this
That your poor friends must woo your company?
What, you look merrily.
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DUKE SENIOR
Well, what’s going on, mister? What kind of life do you lead that your poor friends must beg for your company? What, you look amused.
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JAQUES
A fool, a fool, I met a fool i' th' forest,
A motley fool. A miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool,
Who laid him down and basked him in the sun
And railed on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms, and yet a motley fool.
“Good morrow, fool,” quoth I. “No, sir,” quoth he,
“Call me not ‘fool’ till heaven hath sent me fortune.”
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JAQUES
A fool, a fool! I met a fool in the forest, wearing motley. What a miserable world! As sure as I eat to stay alive, I met a fool who was lying in the sun and complaining about his fortune. He spoke smartly, though he was a fool. “Good morning, fool,” I said. “No, sir,” he said, “don’t call me a fool until heaven has sent me my fortune.”
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