No Fear Shakespeare
As You Like It
Get this No Fear to go!
Act 3, Scene 2, Page 4
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TOUCHSTONE
Wilt thou rest damned? God help thee, shallow man. God
make incision in thee; thou art raw.
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TOUCHSTONE
You’re going to rest while you’re still damned? God help you, foolish man. Pray God does some surgery on you: you need to be fixed.
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CORIN
Sir, I am a true laborer. 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.
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CORIN
Sir, I’m a true, simple laborer: I earn what I eat, get what I wear, hate no man, envy no man’s happiness, am happy for other men’s good fortune and satisfied with my own bad fortune, and the source of my greatest pride is watching my ewes graze and my lambs feed.
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TOUCHSTONE
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 bellwether 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
damned for this, the devil himself will have no shepherds.
I cannot see else how thou shouldst ’scape.
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TOUCHSTONE
That’s another sin arising from your ignorance: you bring ewes and rams together and make your living by their copulation. You act as a pimp to a young ewe by forcing her to have sex with a crooked-headed, horny old ram—a totally unreasonable match. If you’re not damned for that, then the devil must be keeping shepherds out of hell; I can’t see how else you can hope to escape.
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CORIN
Here comes young Master Ganymede, my new mistress’s
brother.
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CORIN
Here comes young Mr. Ganymede, my new mistress’s brother.
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Enter ROSALIND, with a paper, reading |
ROSALIND enters, reading from a sheet of paper. |
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ROSALIND
(as Ganymede, reading) From the east to western Ind,
No jewel is like Rosalind.
Her worth being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind.
All the pictures fairest lined
Are but black to Rosalind.
Let no fair be kept in mind
But the fair of Rosalind.
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ROSALIND
(reading, as Ganymede) From the far east to the west Indies
There is no jewel like Rosalind.
Her worth is carried on the wind
And it blows throughout the world, carrying the name of Rosalind.
All the most beautiful paintings
Are black when compared to Rosalind.
Don’t think of any beauty
But the beauty of Rosalind.
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