Orlando

Princess Sasha:
You suffer in advance.

Shelmerdine:
You're hurt ma'm.

Orlando:
I'm dead, sir.

Shelmerdine:
Dead. That's serious. Can I help?

Orlando:
Will you marry me?

Shelmerdine:
Ma'am... I would gladly, but I fear my ankle is twisted.

Orlando:
Same person. No difference at all... just a different sex.

Archduke Harry:
Orlando, to me you were and always will be, whether male or female, the pink, the pearl, and the perfection of your sex.

The Khan:
It has been said to me that the English make a habit of collecting... countries.

Archduke Harry:
I'm offering you my hand.

Orlando:
Archduke! That's very kind. Yes. I can't accept.

Archduke Harry:
But I am England, and you are mine.

Orlando:
I see. On what grounds?

Archduke Harry:
Because... I adore you.

Orlando:
But you are mine!

Princess Sasha:
On what grounds?

Orlando:
Because... I adore you.

Euphrosyne:
The treachery of men!

Orlando:
The treachery of women!

Orlando:
I can find only three words to describe the female sex. None of which are worth expressing.

First Official:
One, you are legally dead and therefore cannot hold any property whatsoever.

Orlando:
Ah. Fine.

First Official:
Two, you are now a female.

Second Official:
Which amounts to much the same thing.

Orlando's Father:
Now, what would please you? All that is mine is here for your pleasure.

Queen Elizabeth I:
All you call yours is mine already.

Orlando:
Nothing thicker than a knifes blade separates melancholy from happiness.

Pope:
Sir, I accept your general rule, that every poet is a fool, but you yourself may serve to show it, that every fool is not a poet.

Archduke Harry:
Leave him.

Orlando:
This is a dying man.

Archduke Harry:
He's not a man. He's the enemy.

Orlando:
If I were a man...

Shelmerdine:
You?

Orlando:
I might choose not to risk my life for an uncertain cause. I might think that freedom won by death is not worth having. In fact...

Shelmerdine:
You might choose not to be a real man at all. Say, if I were a woman...

Orlando:
You?

Shelmerdine:
I might choose not to sacrifice my life caring for my children, nor my children's children, nor to drown anonymously in the milk of female kindness, but instead, say, to go abroad. Would I then be...

Orlando:
A real woman?