Page 1944 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

not damned for this, the devil himself [80] will have no shepherds. I cannot
see else how thou shouldst ’scape.

CORIN
Here comes young Master Ganymede, my new mistress’s brother.

Enter Rosalind (with a paper, reading).

ROSALIND
From the east to western Inde, [85]

No jewel is like Rosalind.
Her worth being mounted on the wind,
Through all the world bears Rosalind.
All the pictures fairest lin’d
Are but black to Rosalind. [90]

Let no face be kept in mind
But the fair of Rosalind.

TOUCHSTONE
I’ll rhyme you so, eight years together; dinners and suppers and sleeping-
hours excepted. It is the right butter-women’s rank to market. [95]

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, [100]

So be sure will Rosalind.
Winter’d garments must be lin’d,
So must slender Rosalind.
They that reap must sheaf and bind,

Then to cart with Rosalind. [105]
Sweetest nut hath sourest rind,
Such a nut is Rosalind.
He that sweetest rose will find