Typical tales of fancy, romance, and history from Shakespeare's plays; in narrative form, largely in Shakespeare's words, with dialogue passages in the original dramatic text . ouchstone, answered Corin. I 11stop. I am a true laborer : I earn what I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate,envy no mans happiness; am glad of other mens good, content with my ownharm; and my greatest pride is to see my ewes graze and my lambs suck. Buthere comes young Master Ganymede, my new mistresss brother. Rosalind came gayly along, reading aloud from a paper she carried in her hand: — From the east to western I
Typical tales of fancy, romance, and history from Shakespeare's plays; in narrative form, largely in Shakespeare's words, with dialogue passages in the original dramatic text . ouchstone, answered Corin. I 11stop. I am a true laborer : I earn what I eat, get that I wear; owe no man hate,envy no mans happiness; am glad of other mens good, content with my ownharm; and my greatest pride is to see my ewes graze and my lambs suck. Buthere comes young Master Ganymede, my new mistresss brother. Rosalind came gayly along, reading aloud from a paper she carried in her hand: — 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,1 Are but black to Rosalind. Let no face be kept in mind, But the fair of Rosalind. This amused Touchstone, and he said mockingly, I 11 rhyme you so eightyears together, dinners, and suppers, and sleeping hours excepted : it is the rightbutter-womens [trot] to market. Rosalind. Out, fool!Touchstone. For a taste: — If a hart do lack a hind, Let him seek out Rosalind. If the cat will after kind, So, be sure, will Rosalind. 1 AS YOU LIKE IT. ny They that reap must sheaf and bind;Then to cart with nut hath sourest rind;Such a nut is that sweetest rose will find,[Rumty tumty] Rosalind. This is the very false gallop ofverses : why do you infecta yourselfwith them ? Rosalind. Peace, you dull fool! Ifound them on a tree. Touchstone. Truly, the tree yieldsbad fruit. While Touchstone and Rosalindwere talking, Celia appeared, with apaper in her hand also, which sheread aloud as she walked. Thisproved to be another poem inpraise of Rosalind, evidently by the tffsame unknown hand, and, like thefirst, torn from the trunk of a tree, to which it had been fastened. Through manylines it dwelt upon the beauty and the virtues of this wonderful lady, comparingher with all the famous women that had ever appeared in histor
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