As You Like It: Act 4, Scene 2
Enter JAQUES, Lords, and Foresters.
1Which is he that killed the deer?
2Sir, it was I.
3Let's present him to the duke, like a Roman
4conqueror; and it would do well to set the deer's
5horns upon his head, for a branch of victory. Have
6you no song, forester, for this purpose?
8Sing it: 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so it
9make noise enough.
10What shall he have that kill'd the deer?
11His leather skin and horns to wear.
12Then sing him home;
**The rest shall bear this burden.
13Take thou no scorn to wear the horn;
14It was a crest ere thou wast born:
15Thy father's father wore it,
16And thy father bore it:
17The horn, the horn, the lusty horn
18Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.