Song. Ami. ^note
  Under the greenwood ^note tree
  Who loves to lie with me,
  And turn ^note his merry note
  Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
    Here ^note shall he ^note see
    No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

Jaq.

More, more, I prithee, more.

Ami.

It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques.

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. ^note

Ami.

My voice is ragged ^note: I know I cannot please you.

Jaq.

I do not desire you to please me; I do desire you to sing. Come, more ^note; another stanzo: call you 'em stanzos ^note?

Ami.

What you will, Monsieur Jaques.

Jaq.

Nay, I care not for their names; they owe ^note 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 ^note 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.

Ami.

Well, I'll end the song. Sirs, cover the while; the Duke will drink ^note 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 disputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he; but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them ^note. Come, warble, come.

Song.
  Who doth ambition shun, [All together ^note here.
  And loves to live ^note i' the sun,
  Seeking the food he eats,
  And pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
    Here ^note shall he ^note see
    No enemy
But winter and rough weather ^note.

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 ^note:—

  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 me ^note.

Ami.

What's that ‘ducdame ^note’?

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.