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Section: ACT II. ] Scene: SCENE V.

                                                                                                                                                                                                

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ACT II. SCENE V.


SCENE V.

Another part of the forest



Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and OTHERS


                       SONG

  AMIENS.    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.



  JAQUES. More, more, I prithee, more.


  AMIENS. It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques.


  JAQUES. I thank it. More, I prithee, more. I can suck melancholy

    out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs. More, I prithee, more.


  AMIENS. My voice is ragged; I know I cannot please you.


  JAQUES. I do not desire you to please me; I do desire you to sing.

    Come, more; another stanzo. Call you 'em stanzos?  


  AMIENS. What you will, Monsieur Jaques.


  JAQUES. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing. Will

    you sing?


  AMIENS. More at your request than to please myself.


  JAQUES. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but

    that they call compliment is like th' encounter of two dog-apes;

    and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks have given him a

    penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you

    that will not, hold your tongues.


  AMIENS. 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.


  JAQUES. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is to

    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.


                       SONG

              [All together here]

 

           Who doth ambition shun,

           And loves to live i' th' 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.


  JAQUES. I'll give you a verse to this note that I made yesterday in

    despite of my invention.


  AMIENS. And I'll sing it.


  JAQUES. 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.


  AMIENS. What's that 'ducdame'?


  JAQUES. '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.


  AMIENS. And I'll go seek the Duke; his banquet is prepar'd.

                                                Exeunt severally



                                                                                                                                                                                                

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