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

Total: 24

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# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

II,4,739

That is the way to make her scorn you still.

2

II,4,741

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

3

II,4,749

Into a thousand that I have forgotten.

4

II,4,783

Who calls?

5

II,4,785

Else are they very wretched.

6

II,4,787

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

7

II,4,793

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,4,807

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

9

II,4,814

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,2,1133

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

11

III,2,1143

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,2,1152

No, truly.

13

III,2,1154

Nay, I hope.

14

III,2,1157

For not being at court? Your reason.

15

III,2,1162

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,2,1168

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

17

III,2,1173

Besides, our hands are hard.

18

III,2,1176

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,2,1183

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

20

III,2,1186

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,2,1197

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

22

III,4,1635

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,4,1641

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,1,2245

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

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