Enter ORLANDO, with a paper
Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love.
And thou, thrice-crownéd queen of night, survey
With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
Thy huntress' name that my full life doth sway.
5O 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 witnessed everywhere.
Run, run, Orlando, carve on every tree
10The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.
Enter CORIN and TOUCHSTONE
And how like you this shepherd’s life, Master Touchstone?
Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in
respect that it is a shepherd’s life, it is naught. 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 humor well;
but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my
stomach. Hast any philosophy in thee, shepherd?