As You Like It: Act 2, Scene 5

           Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others.


  1             Under the greenwood tree
  2             Who loves to lie with me,
  3             And turn his merry note
  4             Unto the sweet bird's throat,
  5         Come hither, come hither, come hither:
  6                 Here shall he see
  7                 No enemy
  8         But winter and rough weather.

  9   More, more, I prithee, more.

 10   It will make you melancholy, Monsieur
 11   Jaques.

 12   I thank it. More, I prithee, more. I can suck
 13   melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks
 14   eggs. More, I prithee, more.

 15   My voice is ragged: I know I cannot please
 16   you.

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

 20   What you will, Monsieur Jaques.

 21   Nay, I care not for their names; they
 22   owe me nothing. Will you sing?

 23   More at your request than to please
 24   myself.

 25   Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank
 26   you; but that they call compliment is like the
 27   encounter of two dog-apes, and when a man
 28   thanks me heartily, methinks I have given him
 29   a penny and he renders me the beggarly thanks.
 30   Come, sing; and you that will not, hold your tongues.

 31   Well, I'll end the song. Sirs, cover the while; the
 32   duke will drink under this tree. He hath been all
 33   this day to look you.

 34   And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is
 35   too disputable for my company: I think of as many
 36   matters as he, but I give heaven thanks and make
 37   no boast of them. Come, warble, come.

                                        Song.  [All together here.]

 38             Who doth ambition shun
 39             And loves to live i' the sun,
 40             Seeking the food he eats
 41             And pleased with what he gets,
 42         Come hither, come hither, come hither:
 43                 Here shall he see
 44                 No enemy
 45         But winter and rough weather.

 46   I'll give you a verse to this note that I made
 47   yesterday in despite of my invention.

 48   And I'll sing it.

 49   Thus it goes:

 50             If it do come to pass
 51             That any man turn ass,
 52             Leaving his wealth and ease,
 53             A stubborn will to please,
 54         Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame!
 55                 Here shall he see
 56                 Gross fools as he,
 57         An if he will come to me.

 58   What's that 'ducdame'?

 59   'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a
 60   circle. I'll go sleep, if I can; if I cannot, I'll
 61   rail against all the first-born of Egypt.

 62   And I'll go seek the duke: his banquet is
 63   prepared.