_Enter_ AMIENS, JAQUES, _and others._
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: 5
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
_Jaq._ More, more, I prithee, more.
_Ami._ It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. 10
_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 15
sing. Come, more; another stanzo: call you ’em 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. 20
_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 25
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 30
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, 35
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.
_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:— 45
If it do come to pass
That any man turn ass,
Leaving his wealth and ease
A stubborn will to please,
Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame: 50
Here shall he see
Gross fools as he,
An if he will come to me.
_Ami._ What’s that ‘ducdame’?
_Jaq._ ’Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. 55
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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Linenotes: _As You Like It_, II, 5.
1: _Ami._] Capell. om. Ff.
_greenwood_] _greenhood_ F4.
3: _turn_] F3 F4. _turne_ F1 F2. _tune_ Rowe (ed. 2).
6: _Here_] Cho. _Here_ Capell.
_he_] _we_ Capell (corrected in MS.).
11–13: Printed in Ff as three lines ending _more...song...more._
14: _ragged_] _rugged_ Rowe.
16: _Come, more_] _Come, come_ Rowe.
_stanzo...stanzos_] _stanza...stanzas_ Steevens (Capell conj.).
_stanze...stanzes_ Anon. conj.
18: _owe_] F1. _owne_ F2. _own_ F3 F4.
22: _compliment_] _complement_ Ff.
28: _drink_] _dine_ Rowe.
30–33: _And......them_] Printed as four lines ending
_him...company:...give...them._ in Ff. First as prose by Pope.
34: [All together...] Altogether... Ff. om. Rowe.
35: _live_] _lye_ F4.
39: _Here_] Cho. _Here_ Capell.
39–41: _Here......weather_] F3 F4. _Heere shall he see, &c._ F1
F2.
39: _he_] _you_ Rowe.
44, 45: Ami. _And...it._ Jaq. _Thus it goes_] Amy. _And Ile sing
it._ Amy. _Thus it goes._ F1.
50, 54: _Ducdame.........ducdame_] _Duc ad me....Duc ad me_ Hanmer.
_Huc ad me...Huc ad me_ Anon. ap. Steevens conj.
53: _to me_] _to Ami._ Steevens (Farmer conj.). _to the same_ Anon.
conj.
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