Song. 001 Ami. Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, 003 And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird’s throat, 005 Come hither, come hither, come hither: 006 Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Jaq. More, more, I prithee, more. 010 Ami. It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. 011 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. 014 Ami. My voice is ragged: I know I cannot please you. 015 Jaq. I do not desire you to please me; I do desire you to 016 sing. Come, more; another stanzo: call you ’em stanzos? Ami. What you will, Monsieur Jaques. 018 Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing. Will you sing? 020 Ami. More at your request than to please myself. Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I’ll thank 022 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 025 beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues. Ami. Well, I’ll end the song. Sirs, cover the while; 028 the Duke will drink under this tree. He hath been all this day to look you. 030 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. Song. 034 Who doth ambition shun, [All together here. 035 And loves to live i’ the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither: 039 Here shall he see 040 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. 044 Ami. And I’ll sing it. 045 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, 050 Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame: Here shall he see Gross fools as he, 053 An if he will come to me. Ami. What’s that ‘ducdame’? 055 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. Ami. And I’ll go seek the Duke: his banquet is prepared. [Exeunt severally.