Speeches (Lines) for Corin in "As You Like It"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 II / 4
  • That is the way to make her scorn you still.
  • That is the way to make her scorn you still.
  • Rosalind. Ay, be so, good Touchstone. Look you, who comes here, a
    young man and an old in solemn talk.

    Corin. That is the way to make her scorn you still.

2 II / 4
  • I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.
  • I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.
  • Silvius. O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her!

    Corin. I partly guess; for I have lov'd ere now.

3 II / 4
  • Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
  • Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
  • Silvius. No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
    Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
    As ever sigh'd upon a midnight pillow.
    But if thy love were ever like to mine,
    As sure I think did never man love so,
    How many actions most ridiculous
    Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?

    Corin. Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

4 II / 4
  • Who calls?
  • Who calls?
  • Rosalind. Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman.

    Corin. Who calls?

5 II / 4
  • Else are they very wretched.
  • Else are they very wretched.
  • Touchstone. Your betters, sir.

    Corin. Else are they very wretched.

6 II / 4
  • And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
  • And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.
  • Rosalind. Peace, I say. Good even to you, friend.

    Corin. And to you, gentle sir, and to you all.

7 II / 4
  • Fair sir, I pity her,
    And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
    My...
  • Fair sir, I pity her,
    And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
    My fortunes were more able to relieve her;
    But I am shepherd to another man,
    And do not shear the fleeces that I graze.
    My master is of churlish disposition,
    And little recks to find the way to heaven
    By doing deeds of hospitality.
    Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed,
    Are now on sale; and at our sheepcote now,
    By reason of his absence, there is nothing
    That you will feed on; but what is, come see,
    And in my voice most welcome shall you be.
  • Rosalind. I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
    Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
    Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed.
    Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd,
    And faints for succour.

    Corin. Fair sir, I pity her,
    And wish, for her sake more than for mine own,
    My fortunes were more able to relieve her;
    But I am shepherd to another man,
    And do not shear the fleeces that I graze.
    My master is of churlish disposition,
    And little recks to find the way to heaven
    By doing deeds of hospitality.
    Besides, his cote, his flocks, and bounds of feed,
    Are now on sale; and at our sheepcote now,
    By reason of his absence, there is nothing
    That you will feed on; but what is, come see,
    And in my voice most welcome shall you be.

8 II / 4
  • That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
    That little cares for buyin...
  • That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
    That little cares for buying any thing.
  • Rosalind. What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture?

    Corin. That young swain that you saw here but erewhile,
    That little cares for buying any thing.

9 II / 4
  • Assuredly the thing is to be sold.
    Go with me; if you like upon report
    T...
  • Assuredly the thing is to be sold.
    Go with me; if you like upon report
    The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
    I will your very faithful feeder be,
    And buy it with your gold right suddenly. Exeunt
  • Celia. And we will mend thy wages. I like this place,
    And willingly could waste my time in it.

    Corin. Assuredly the thing is to be sold.
    Go with me; if you like upon report
    The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
    I will your very faithful feeder be,
    And buy it with your gold right suddenly. Exeunt

10 III / 2
  • And how like you this shepherd's life, Master Touchstone?
  • And how like you this shepherd's life, Master Touchstone?
  • Orlando. 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 my 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.
    Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree,
    The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she. Exit

    Corin. And how like you this shepherd's life, Master Touchstone?

11 III / 2
  • No more but that I know the more one sickens the worse at
    ease he is; and th...
  • 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.
  • Touchstone. Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good
    life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is nought.
    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?

    Corin. 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.

12 III / 2
  • No, truly.
  • No, truly.
  • Touchstone. Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in
    court, shepherd?

    Corin. No, truly.

13 III / 2
  • Nay, I hope.
  • Nay, I hope.
  • Touchstone. Then thou art damn'd.

    Corin. Nay, I hope.

14 III / 2
  • For not being at court? Your reason.
  • For not being at court? Your reason.
  • Touchstone. Truly, thou art damn'd, like an ill-roasted egg, all on
    one side.

    Corin. For not being at court? Your reason.

15 III / 2
  • Not a whit, Touchstone. Those that are good manners at the
    court are as ridi...
  • 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.
  • Touchstone. 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.

    Corin. 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.

16 III / 2
  • Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fells, you
    know, are greasy.
  • Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fells, you
    know, are greasy.
  • Touchstone. Instance, briefly; come, instance.

    Corin. Why, we are still handling our ewes; and their fells, you
    know, are greasy.

17 III / 2
  • Besides, our hands are hard.
  • Besides, our hands are hard.
  • Touchstone. 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.

    Corin. Besides, our hands are hard.

18 III / 2
  • And they are often tarr'd over with the surgery of our
    sheep; and would you...
  • 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
    perfum'd with civet.
  • Touchstone. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again. A
    more sounder instance; come.

    Corin. 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
    perfum'd with civet.

19 III / 2
  • You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest.
  • You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest.
  • Touchstone. Most shallow man! thou worm's 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.

    Corin. You have too courtly a wit for me; I'll rest.

20 III / 2
  • Sir, I am a true labourer: I earn that I eat, get that I
    wear; owe no man ha...
  • 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.
  • Touchstone. Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee, shallow man! God
    make incision in thee! thou art raw.

    Corin. 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.

21 III / 2
  • Here comes young Master Ganymede, my new mistress's brother.
  • Here comes young Master Ganymede, my new mistress's brother.
  • 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 bell-wether, and to betray
    a she-lamb of a twelvemonth to crooked-pated, old, cuckoldly ram,
    out of all reasonable match. If thou beest not damn'd for this,
    the devil himself will have no shepherds; I cannot see else how
    thou shouldst scape.

    Corin. Here comes young Master Ganymede, my new mistress's brother.

22 III / 4
  • Mistress and master, you have oft enquired
    After the shepherd that complain'...
  • Mistress and master, you have oft enquired
    After the shepherd that complain'd of love,
    Who you saw sitting by me on the turf,
    Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess
    That was his mistress.
  • Celia. O, that's a brave man! He writes brave verses, speaks brave
    words, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely, quite
    traverse, athwart the heart of his lover; as a puny tilter, that
    spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff like a noble
    goose. But all's brave that youth mounts and folly guides. Who
    comes here?

    Corin. Mistress and master, you have oft enquired
    After the shepherd that complain'd of love,
    Who you saw sitting by me on the turf,
    Praising the proud disdainful shepherdess
    That was his mistress.

23 III / 4
  • If you will see a pageant truly play'd
    Between the pale complexion of true l...
  • If you will see a pageant truly play'd
    Between the pale complexion of true love
    And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,
    Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you,
    If you will mark it.
  • Celia. Well, and what of him?

    Corin. If you will see a pageant truly play'd
    Between the pale complexion of true love
    And the red glow of scorn and proud disdain,
    Go hence a little, and I shall conduct you,
    If you will mark it.

24 V / 1
  • Our master and mistress seeks you; come away, away.
  • Our master and mistress seeks you; come away, away.
  • William. God rest you merry, sir. Exit

    Corin. Our master and mistress seeks you; come away, away.

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