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SCENE V.

Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others.

SONG.

Ami. Under the greenwood tree,

Who loves to lie with me,

And tune 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.

Jaq, More, more, I pr'ythee, more.

Ami. It will make you melancholy,

Jaques,

monsieur

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Jaq. I thank it. More, I prythee, more. I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks eggs: More, I pr'ythee, more.

:

Ami. My voice is rugged; I know, I cannot please you.

Jaq. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to sing: Come, more; another stanza; Call you 'em stanzas ?

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Ami. What you will, monsieur Jaques. Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe nie nothing: Will you sing?

Ami. More at your request, than to please myselfs

Jaq

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.

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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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Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made

yesterday in despight of my invention.

Ami. And I'll sing it.

Jaq. Thus it goes:

If

If it do come to pass,
That any man turn ass,
Leaving his wealth and ease,

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A stubborn will to please,

Duc ad me, duc ad me, duc ad me ;

Here shall he see

Gross fools as he,

An if he will come to me.

Ami. What's that, duc ad me ?

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.

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Ami. And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet is

prepar'd.

SCENE VI.

[Exeunt severally.

Enter ORLANDO, and ADAM.

Adam. Dear master, I can go no further: O, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, kind master.

Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little; comfort a little; cheer thyself a little: If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake be comfortable; hold death a while at the arım's end: I will be here with thee presently; and

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