As You Like It

by: William Shakespeare

Act IV, scene iii


Sing it. ’Tis no matter how it be in tune, so it make noise enough. (IV.iii.9)


Take thou no scorn to wear the horn. It was a crest ere thou wast born. Thy father’s father wore it, And thy father bore it. The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. (IV.iii.15–20)


Patience herself would startle at this letter And play the swaggerer. Bear this, bear all. (IV.iii.34–35)