As You Like It (Folio 1, 1623)
Author: William ShakespeareEditor: David BevingtonPeer Reviewed


¶Enter Iaques and Lords, Forresters.
¶Iaq. Which is he that killed the Deare?
¶Iaq. Let's pre
sent him to the Duke like a Romane
2130Conquerour, and it would doe well to
set the Deares
¶horns vpon his head, for a branch of victory; haue you
¶no
song Forre
ster for this purpo
se?
¶Iaq. Sing it: 'tis no matter how it bee in tune,
so it
¶What shall he haue that kild the Deare?
¶His Leather skin, and hornes to weare:
¶Then sing him home, the rest shall beare this burthen;
2140Take thou no scorne to weare the horne,
¶It was a crest ere thou wast borne,
¶Thy fathers father wore it,
¶The horne, the horne, the lusty horne,
2145Is not a thing to laugh to scorne.