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Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
As benefits forgot :
As friend remember'd 3 not.
SCENE I. A Room in the Palace.
Enter Duke FREDERICK, OLIVER, Lords, and
I should not seek an absent argument
Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in this! I never lov'd
life, Duke F. More villain thou.-Well, push him out
of doors; And let my officers of such a nature Make an extent 4 upon his house and lands : Do this expediently, and turn him going. (Exeunt.
Enter ORLANDO, with a paper. Orl. Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love:
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
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.
4 Seize by legal process.
Run, run, Orlando ; carve, on every tree,
Enter CORIN and TouchSTONE. Cor. And how like you this shepherd's life, master Touchstone ?
Touch. 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 respect 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 ?
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 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.
Touch. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in court, shepherd ?
Cor. No, truly.
Touch. Truly, thou art damn’d; like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.
Cor. For not being at court? Your reason.
Touch. 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.
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
your hands; that courtesy would be uncleanly, if courtiers were shepherds.
Touch. Instance, briefly; come, instance.
Cor. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fells, you know, are greasy.
Touch. Why, do not your courtier's 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.
Touch. 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.
Touch. 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 r; the
very uncleanly flux of a cat. Mend the instance, shepherd.
.Cor. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest.
Touch. Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee, shallow man! God make incision in thee! thou art raw.7
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 harm: and the greatest of my pride is, to see my ewes graze, and my lambs suck.
Touch. That is another simple sin in you; to bring the ewes and the rams together, and to offer to get your living by the copulation of cattle: to be bawd to a bell-wether; 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.
Cor. Here comes young master Ganymede, my new mistress's brother.
Enter RosaLIND, reading a paper.
No jewel is like Rosalind.
Let no face be kept in mind,
But the fair9 of Rosalind. Touch. I'll rhyme you so, eight years together ;
, Complexion, beauty.