As You Like It

In Regards to As You Like It William Shakespeare is one of the most influential playwrights of all time; and his stories have been enjoyed by the masses since their conceptions. As You Like It, is an example of one of Shakespeare’s plays that has survived the ages and is still highly popular. The characters of this play and the changes they go through speak to generations of people. The situations that are forced upon them and the emotions they experience relate so closely to the journeys everyone make toward adulthood. As You Like It has remained relevant as an audience we can relate to the characters, emotions and situations Shakespeare crafts. The characters of the play draw the readers in the force them to care about the individual characters ambitions and stations in society. Rosalind, Celia, and Orlando…

Shakespeare’s writing can be identified by many different characteristics. One of these characteristics is his use of green worlds, specifically in his comedies. Shakespeare uses green worlds to introduce a deviation of society to his characters. In these spaces, the rules and obligations of the other world do not apply, his characters are allowed play with different identities in the green world. Two plays that particularly highlight this are A Midsummer Night’s Dream and As You Like It. In…

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