READ STUDY GUIDE: Act II, scenes v–vii |
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Act II, Scene v:
Another part of the forest.
Another part of the forest.
| [Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others.] |
| AMIENS: |
 SONG |
| 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; |
| Here shall he see |
| No enemy |
| But winter and rough weather. |
| JAQUES: |
| More, more, I pr'ythee, more. |
| AMIENS: |
| It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. |
| JAQUES: |
| I thank it. More, I pr'ythee, more. I can suck melancholy |
| out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs. More, I pr'ythee, more. |
| 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 stanza. Call you them stanzas? |
| AMIENS: |
| What you will, Monsieur Jaques. |
| JAQUES: |
| Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me 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, methinks 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 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. |
| SONG |
| [All together here.] |
| Who doth ambition shun, |
| 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. |
| JAQUES: |
| I'll give you a verse to this note that I made |
| 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, |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| AMIENS: |
| And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet is prepared. |
| [Exeunt severally.] |
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