Be truly welcome hither; I am the duke, 550 That lov'd your father: The residue of your fortune, [Exeunt. ACT III. Scene 1. The Palace. Enter DUKE, Lords, and OLIVER. Duke. NOT see him since? Sir, sir, that cannot be : Of my revenge, thou present: But look to it; Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine, 10 Oli. Oh, that your highness knew my heart in this: I never lov'd my brother in my life. Duke. Duke. More villain thou.-Well, push him out of doors; And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent upon his house and lands: [Exeunt. SCENE II. The Forest. Enter ORLANDO. Orla. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love: 19 And, thou thrice-crowned queen of night, survey Enter CORIN, and Clown. [Exit. 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 humour 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? Cor. No, truly. Clo. Then thou art damn'd. Cor. Nay, I hope 51 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 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 kiss your hands; that 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' hands sweat? and is not the grease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow: A better instance, I say; come. Cor. Besides our hands are hard. Clo. Your lips will feel them the sooner. again: A more sounder instance, come. Shallow 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, shallow man! God make incision in thee! thou art raw. go 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 my my harm: and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze, and my 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. Ros. From the east to western Inde, Her worth, being mounted on the wind, Let no face be kept in mind, But the fair of Rosalind. 110 Clo. I'll rhime you so, eight years together; dínners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted: it is the right butter-woman's rate to market. Ros. Out, fool! Clo. For a taste: If a hart do lack a hind, Let him seek out Rosalind. F 120 If |