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Scena Quinta.
Enter, Amyens, Iaques, & others.Song.
Vnder the greene wood tree,
who loues to lye with mee,
And turne his merrie Note,
vnto the sweet Birds throte:
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Heere shall he see no enemie,
But Winter and rough Weather.
who loues to lye with mee,
And turne his merrie Note,
vnto the sweet Birds throte:
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Heere shall he see no enemie,
But Winter and rough Weather.
Iaq.
More, more, I pre'thee more.
Amy.
It will make you melancholly Monsieur Iaques
Iaq.
I thanke it: More, I prethee more,
I can sucke melancholly out of a song,
As a Weazel suckes egges: More, I pre'thee more.
Amy.
My voice is ragged, I know I cannot please you.
Iaq.
I do not desire you to please me,
I do desire you to sing:
Come, more, another stanzo: Cal you 'em stanzo's?
Amy.
What you wil Monsieur Iaques.
Iaq.
Nay, I care not for their names, they owe mee
nothing. Wil you sing?
Amy.
More at your request, then to please my selfe.
Iaq.
Well then, if euer I thanke any man, Ile thanke
you: but that they cal complement is like th' encounter
of two dog-Apes. And when a man thankes me hartily,
me thinkes I haue giuen him a penie, and he renders me
the beggerly thankes. Come sing; and you that wil not
hold your tongues.
Amy.
Wel, Ile end the song. Sirs, couer the while,
the Duke wil drinke vnder this tree; he hath bin all this
day to looke you.
Iaq.
And I haue bin all this day to auoid him:
He is too disputeable for my companie:
I thinke of as many matters as he, but I giue
Heauen thankes, and make no boast of them.
Come, warble, come.
Song. Altogether heere.
Who doth ambition shunne,
and loues to liue i'th Sunne:
Seeking the food he eates,
and pleas'd with what he gets:
Come hither come hither, come hither,
Heere shall he see, &c.
and loues to liue i'th Sunne:
Seeking the food he eates,
and pleas'd with what he gets:
Come hither come hither, come hither,
Heere shall he see, &c.
Iaq.
Ile giue you a verse to this note,
That I made yesterday in despight of my Inuention.
Amy.
And Ile sing it.
Amy.
Thus it goes.
If it do come to passe, that any man turne Asse:
Leauing his wealth and ease,
A stubborne will to please,
Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame:
Heere shall he see, grosse fooles as he,
And if he will come to me.
Leauing his wealth and ease,
A stubborne will to please,
Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame:
Heere shall he see, grosse fooles as he,
And if he will come to me.
Amy.
What's that Ducdame?
Iaq
'Tis a Greeke inuocation, to call fools into a circle.
Ile go sleepe, if I can: if I cannot, Ile raile against all
the first borne of Egypt.
Amy.
And Ile go seeke the Duke,
His banket is prepar'd.
Exeunt.
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