With thy chaste eye, from thy pale sphere above,
Thy huntress’ name that my full life doth sway.
005 O 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 witness’d every where.
Run, run, Orlando; carve on every tree
010 The fair, the chaste and unexpressive she. [Exit.
Enter Corin and Touchstone.
[011] Cor. And how like you this shepherd’s life, Master Touchstone?