See "As You Like It," Act iii., Scene ii.
Touch (Sir R.): Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in Court, Professor?
Cor (H.B.K.): No, truly.
Touch: Then thou art damned.
Cor: Nay, I hope.
Touch: Truly thou art damned like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.
Cor: For not being at Court? Your reason.
Touch: Why, if thou never wast at (my) Court, thou never sawest good manners; if thou never sawest good manners, then thy manners must be wicked; and wickedness is sin, and sin is damnation. Thou art in a parlous state, Professor.
Cor: Not a whit, Sir R. Those that are good manners at the Court are as ridiculous in the country as the behaviour of the Professorial Board is most mockable at the Court.