Shakespeare's Comedy AS YOU LIKE IT with Illustrations by Hugh Thomson

Hugh Thomson (* 1. Juni 1860 in Coleraine; † 7. Mai 1920 in Wandsworth, London) was an Irish Illustrator born at Coleraine near Derry.  He is best known for his pen-and-ink illustrations of works by authors such as Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, and J. M. Barrie.

Ay, now am I in Arden ; the more fool I.

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I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry.

Charles and Orlando Wrestle

Fare you well, fair gentleman

And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans. Still we went coupled and inseparable

Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold

To-day my Lord of Amiens and myself 

Did steal behind him

Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out 

Upon the brook that brawls along this wood

Rosalind. O Jupiter ! how weary are my spirits !

Touchstone. I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary,

The Wooing of Jane Smile

Amiens.Under the green-wood tree 

Who loves to lie with me. 

And turn his merry note 

Unto the sweet bird's throat.

Dear master, I can go no further: O, I die for food!

' Thus we may see,' quoth he, ' how the world wags ' 

If ladies be but young and fair, 

They have the gift to know it.

Creeping like snail unwillingly to school

Blow, blow, thon winter wind

Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love

Learn of the wise, and perpend

Alas the day ! what shall I do with my doublet

There lay he, stretch'd along, like a wounded knight

Tis he : slink by, and note him

I will speak to him like a saucy lackey 

Audrey.

Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical 

Phebe, a Shepherdess,

Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me

Enter Rosalind, Celia, and Corin, behind

Sweet youth, I pray you, chide a year together : 

I had rather hear you chide than this man woo

I 'II write to him a very taunting letter

I will be your Rosalind in a more coming-on disposition

Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind? 

That blind rascally boy that abuses every one's eyes,

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn

My gentle Phebe bid me give you this 

You do love this maid?

Trip, Audrey ! trip, Audrey ! I attend, I attend

Sit, sit, and a song

Like two gipsies on a horse

It was a lover and his lass

An ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own