SONG.
Ami.
Under the greenwood tree
who loves to lye with me,
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and tune note his merry note
unto the sweet bird's throat,
come hither, come hither, come hither;
Cho.
here shall we see note
no enemy,
but winter and rough weather.
Jaq.
More, more, I pr'ythee, more.
Ami.
It will make you melancholy, monsieur Jaques.
Jaq.
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.
Ami.
My voice is rugged note; I know, I cannot please
you
Jaq.
I do not desire you to please me, I do desire
you to sing: Come, more; another stanzo; note Call you
'em stanzo's? note
Ami.
What you will, monsieur Jaques.
Jaq.
Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me note
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, 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 drink14Q0303 under note 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
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matters as he; but I give heaven thanks, and make no
boast of them. Come, warble, come.
SONG.
Ami.
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;
Cho.
here shall he see &c.
Jaq.
I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made
yesterday in despight of my invention.
Ami.
And I'll sing it.
Jaq.
Thus note 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 me.
Ami.
What's that ducdame?
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 prepar'd.
[Exeunt.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
