Jaq.

Which is he that killed the deer?

A Lord. ^note

Sir, it was I.

Jaq.

Let's present him to the Duke, like a Roman conqueror; and it would do well to set the deer's horns upon his head, for a branch of victory. Have you no song, forester, for this purpose?

For. ^note

Yes, sir.

Jaq.

Sing it: 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so it make noise enough.

Song. ^note For.
What shall he have that kill'd the deer?
His leather skin and horns to wear.
  Then sing him home ^note: [The rest shall bear this burden.
Take thou no scorn to wear the horn ^note;
It was a crest ere thou wast born:
  Thy father's father wore it,
  And thy father ^note bore it:
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. [Exeunt. ^note

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