Page 1943 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow. A better instance I
say. Come. [55]

CORIN
Besides, our hands are hard.

TOUCHSTONE
Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again. A more sounder instance,
come.

CORIN
And they are often tarred over with the surgery of our sheep; and would you

have us kiss tar? The [60] courtier’s hands are perfumed with civet.

TOUCHSTONE
Most shallow man! Thou worms-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. [65]

CORIN

You have too courtly a wit for me, I’ll rest.

TOUCHSTONE

Wilt thou rest damned? 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 [70] 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
That is another simple sin in you, to bring [75] 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 a

crooked-pated old cuckoldly ram, out of all reasonable match. If thou beest