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qe<\/p>\n
As You Like It<\/p>\n
a<\/p>\n
The word is a stage
\n[II. vii. 139]<\/p>\n
All the worl’s a stage,
\nAnd all the men and women merely players:
\nThey have their exits and their entrances;
\nAnd one man in his time plays many parts,
\nHis acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
\nMewing and puking in the nurse’s arms.
\nAnd then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
\nAnd shining morning face, creeping like snail
\nUnwillingly to school. And then the lover
\nSighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
\nMade to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
\nFull of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
\nJealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
\nSeeking the bubble reputation
\nEven in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
\nIn fair round belly with good capon lined,
\nWith eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,
\nFull of wise saws and modern instances,
\nAnd so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
\nInto the lean and slippered pantaloon
\nWoth spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
\nHis youthful hose well saved a world too wide
\nFor his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
\nTurning again toward childish treble, pipes
\nAnd whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
\nThat ends this strange eventful history,
\nIs second childishness and mere oblivion,
\nSans teeht, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.<\/p>\n
dsa<\/p>\n
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qe As You Like It a As You Like It The word is a stage [II. vii. 139] All the worl’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first … <\/p>\n