Another Part of the Forest. |
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Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and Others. |
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SONG. |
Ami. | Under the greenwood tree |
| Who loves to lie with me, |
| And turn his merry note |
| Unto the sweet bird's throat, |
| Come hither, come hither, come hither: |
| Here shall he see |
| No enemy |
| But winter and rough weather. |
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Jaq. More, more, I prithee, more. |
Ami. It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. |
Jaq. I thank it. More! I prithee, more. I can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel sucks eggs. More! I prithee, more. |
Ami. My voice is ragged; I know I cannot please you. |
Jaq. I do not desire you to please me; I do desire you to sing. Come, more; another stanzo: call you them stanzos? |
Ami. What you will, Monsieur Jaques. |
Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing. Will you sing? |
Ami. More at your request than to please myself. |
Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you: but that they call compliment is like the encounter of two dog-apes, and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks I have given him a penny and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues. |
Ami. Well, I'll end the song. Sirs, cover the while; the duke will drink under this tree. He hath been all this day to look you. |
Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too disputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he, but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble; come. |
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SONG. |
Ami. | Who doth ambition shun, [All together here. |
| And loves to live i' the sun, |
| Seeking the food he eats, |
| And pleas'd with what he gets, |
| Come hither, come hither, come hither: |
| Here shall he see |
| No enemy |
| But winter and rough weather. |
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Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in despite of my invention. |
Ami. And I'll sing it. |
Jaq. Thus it goes: | If it do come to pass |
| That any man turn ass, |
| Leaving his wealth and ease, |
| A stubborn will to please, |
| Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame: |
| Here shall he see |
| Gross fools as he, |
| An if he will come to me. |
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Ami. What's that 'ducdame?' |
Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation to call fools into a circle. I'll go sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt. |
Ami. And I'll go seek the duke: his banquet is prepared. [Exeunt severally. |
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