| ACT II SCENE V | The Forest. | |
| | Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others | |
| | | |
| | SONG. | |
| AMIENS | Under the greenwood tree | |
| | Who loves to lie with me, | 5 |
| | And turn 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. | 10 |
| JAQUES | More, more, I prithee, more. | |
| AMIENS | It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. | |
| JAQUES | I thank it. More, I prithee, more. I can suck | |
| | melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs. | |
| | More, I prithee, more. | 15 |
| AMIENS | My voice is ragged: I know I cannot please you. | |
| JAQUES | I do not desire you to please me; I do desire you to | |
| | sing. Come, more; another stanzo: call you 'em stanzos? | |
| AMIENS | What you will, Monsieur Jaques. | |
| JAQUES | Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me | 20 |
| | nothing. Will you sing? | |
| AMIENS | More at your request than to please myself. | |
| JAQUES | 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, | 25 |
| | methinks I have given him a penny and he renders me | |
| | the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will | |
| | not, hold your tongues. | |
| AMIENS | Well, I'll end the song. Sirs, cover the while; the | |
| | duke will drink under this tree. He hath been all | 30 |
| | this day to look you. | |
| JAQUES | 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. | 35 |
| | | |
| | SONG. | |
| | Who doth ambition shun | |
| | All together here | |
| | And loves to live i' the sun, | |
| | Seeking the food he eats | 40 |
| | And pleased with what he gets, | |
| | Come hither, come hither, come hither: | |
| | Here shall he see No enemy | |
| | But winter and rough weather. | |
| JAQUES | I'll give you a verse to this note that I made | 45 |
| | yesterday in despite of my invention. | |
| AMIENS | And I'll sing it. | |
| JAQUES | Thus it goes:-- | |
| | If it do come to pass | |
| | That any man turn ass, | 50 |
| | Leaving his wealth and ease, | |
| | A stubborn will to please, | |
| | Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame: | |
| | Here shall he see | |
| | Gross fools as he, | 55 |
| | An if he will come to me. | |
| AMIENS | What's that 'ducdame'? | |
| JAQUES | '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. | 60 |
| AMIENS | And I'll go seek the duke: his banquet is prepared. | |
| | Exeunt severally | |