Ami SONG. Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, hol sing, heigh, hol unto the green holly: Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, Though thou the waters warp, As friend remembered not. Heigh, hol sing, &c. X Duke S. If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son, As you have whispered faithfully you were, That loved your father. The residue of your for tune, Go to my cave and tell me.-Good old man, Support him by the arm.-Give me your hand,- ACT III. SCENE I.-A Room in the Palace. Enter Duke FREDERICK, OLIVER, and attendants. Duke F. Not see him since? Sir, sir, that can not be : But were I not the better part made mercy, Of my revenge, thou present. But look to it: Seek him with candle; bring him, dead or living, Thy lands, and all things that thou dost call thine, Scene 2.] AS YOU LIKE IT. 77 Oli. O, that your highness knew my heart in this! I never loved my brother in my life. Duke F. 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 SCENE II.-The Forest of Arden. 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 full life doth sway. O Rosalind! these trees shall be my books, my And in their barks my thoughts I'll character, The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. [Exit 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. Then thou art damned. Cor. Nay, I hope,— Touch. Truly, thou art damned; like an illroasted 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 kiss 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 tarred over with the surgery of our sheep; and would you have us kiss The courtier's hands are perfumed with tar? |