ACT II SCENE V | The Forest of Arden. | |
[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: | 5 |
| 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? | 17 |
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 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. |
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. | 30 |
JAQUES | 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. |
SONG. |
| Who doth ambition shun |
[All together here] |
| And loves to live i' the sun, |
| Seeking the food he eats |
| And pleased with what he gets, |
| Come hither, come hither, come hither: |
| Here shall he see No enemy | 40 |
| 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, | 50 |
| 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. | 58 |
AMIENS | And I'll go seek the duke: his banquet is prepared. |
[Exeunt severally] |