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Duke. More villain thou.-Well, push him out of
The Forest. Enter ORLANDO.
Orla. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my
19 And, thou thrice-crowned queen of night, survey With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
Thy huntress' name, that my full life doth sway. O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books,
And in their barks my thoughts I'll character; That every eye, which in this forest looks
Shall see thy virtue witness'd every where. Run, run, Orlando ; carve on every tree, The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. [Exit.
Enter Corin, and Clown. Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, master Touchstone?
30 Clo. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In repect that it is solitary, I like it
very well; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my
hu. mour well; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd ?
40 Cor. No more, but that I know, the more one sickens, the worse at ease he is ; and that he that wants money, means, and content, is without three good friends :-That the property of rain is to wet, and fire to burn : That good pasture makes fat sheep; and that a great cause of the night, is the lack of the sun : That he, that hath learned no wit by nature nor art, may complain of good breeding, or comes of a very dull kindred.
Clo. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in court, shepherd ?
Clo. Truly, thou art damn'd; like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.
Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.
Clo. Why if thou never wast at court, thou never saw'st good manners ; if thou never saw'st good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation : Thou art in a parlous state, shepherd.
62 Cor. Not a whit, Touchstone : those, that are
good manners at the court, are as ridiculous in the country, as the behaviour of the country is most mockable at the court. You told me, you salute not at the court, but you
courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.
Clo. Instance, briefly; come, instance.
Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes ; and their fells you know are greasy.
71 Clo. Why, do not your courtiers' bands sweat? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man ? Shallow, shallow : A better in. stance, I say; come.
Cor. Besides our hands are hard.
Clo. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again : A more sounder instance, come.
Cor. And they are often tarr'd over with the surgery of our sheep; And would you have us kiss tar ? The courtier's hands are perfumed with civet. 81
Clo. Most shallow man! Thou worms meat, in respect of a good piece of flesh :-indeed !-Learn of the wise, and perpend: Civet is of a baser birth than tar; the very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd.
Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest.
Clo. Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee, shal. low man! God make incision in thee I thou art
Cor. Sir, I am a true labourer; I earn that I eat, get that I wear ; owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness ; glad of other men's good, content with
53 my harm : and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze,
lambs suck. Clo. That is another simple sin in you ; to bring the ewes and rams together, and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle : to be bawd to a bell-weather, and to betray a she-lamb of a twelvemonth to a crooked-pated, old, cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou be'st not damn'd for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds; I cannot see else how thou shouldst 'scape.
103 Cor. Here comes young Mr. Ganimed, my new mistress's brother,
Enter ROSALIND, with a Paper.
No jewel is like Rosalind.
Clo. I'll rhime you so, eight years together; dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted : it is the right butter-woman's rate to market.
Ros. Out, fool !
If a hart do lack a hind,
If the cat will after kind,
This is the very false gallop of verses; Why do you infect yourself with them?
Ros. Peace, you dull fool; I found them on a tree.
' it with you, and then I shall graff it with a medler : then it will be the earliest fruit i'the country; for you'll be rotten ere you'll be half ripe, and that's the right virtue of the medler.
Clo. You have said; but whether wisely or no, let the forest judge.
For it is unpeopled? No;
That skall civil sayings show.