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SCENE V.

The same.

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 bither, come hither, coine 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, monsieur Jaques.

Jaq. I thank it. More, I pr’ythee, more. I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks eggs : More, I pr'ythee, 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 stanza : Call you them stanzas ?

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.

* Ragged and rugged had formerly the same meaning.

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 dispútable* 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 pleas’d with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither;

Here shall he see

No enemy,

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 :

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 Ami.

Ami. What's that ducdàme?

Jag. '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 prepar'd.

Exeunt severally.

* Disputatious.

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SCENE VI.

The same.

Enter Orlando and Adam. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further : 0, I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewell, kind master.

Orl. 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 awhile at the arm's end : I will here be with thee presently; and if I bring thee not something to eat, I'll give thee leave to die: but if thou diest before I come, thou art a mocker of my labour. Well said ! thou look'st cheerily: and I will be with thee quickly.-Yet thou liest in the bleak air: Come, I will bear thee to some shelter ; and thou shalt not die for lack of a dinner, if there live any thing in this desert. Cheerly, good Adam ! [Exeunt.

SCENE VII.

The same.

A table set out Enter Duke senior, Amiens, Lords,

and others. Duke S. I think he be transform'd into a beast; For I can no where find him like a man. I Lord. My Lord, he is but even now gone

hence; Here was he merry, hearing of a song. Duke S. If he, compact of jars *, grow musical,

* Made up of discords,

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