Page 1902 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2
P. 1902
TOUCHSTONE
One that old Frederick your father loves.
CELIA
My father’s love is enough to honour him. Enough, speak no more of him;
you’ll be whipped for taxation one of these days.
TOUCHSTONE
The more pity that fools may not speak [80] wisely what wisemen do
foolishly.
CELIA
By my troth thou sayest true. For since the little wit that fools have was
silenced, the little foolery that wisemen have makes a great show. Here
comes Monsieur Le Beau. [85]
Enter Le Beau.
ROSALIND
With his mouth full of news.
CELIA
Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young.
ROSALIND
Then shall we be news-crammed.
CELIA
All the better; we shall be the more marketable. [90] Bon jour Monsieur Le
Beau. What’s the news?
LE BEAU
Fair Princess, you have lost much good sport.
CELIA
Sport? Of what colour?
