Scena Quinta.
Enter, Amyens, Iaques, & others.
Vnder the greene wood tree,
who loues to lye with mee,
And tnrne his merrie Note,
vnto the sweet Birds throte:
895Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Heere shall he see no enemie,
But Winter and rough Weather.
Iaq. More, more, I pre'thee more.
Amy. It will make you melancholly Monsieur Iaques
900Iaq. I thanke it: More, I prethee more,
I can sucke melancholly out of a song,
As a Weazel suckes egges: More, I pre'thee more.
Amy. My voice is ragged, I know I cannot please
905Iaq. I do not desire you to please me,
I do desire you to sing:
Come, more, another stanzo: Cal you 'em stanzo's?
Amy. What you wil Monsieur Iaques.
Iaq. Nay, I care not for their names, they owe mee
910nothing. Wil you sing?
Amy. More at your request, then to please my selfe.
Iaq. Well then, if euer I thanke any man, Ile thanke
you: but that they cal complement is like th'encounter
of two dog-Apes. And when a man thankes me hartily,
915me thinkes I haue giuen him a penie, and he renders me
the beggerly thankes. Come sing; and you that wil not
hold your tongues.
Amy. Wel, Ile end the song. Sirs, couer the while,
the Duke wil drinke vnder this tree; he hath bin all this
920day to looke you.
Iaq. And I haue bin all this day to auoid him:
He is too disputeable for my companie:
I thinke of as many matters as he, but I giue
Heauen thankes, and make no boast of them.
925Come, warble, come.
Song. Altogether heere.
Who doth ambition shunne,
and loues to liue i'th Sunne:
Seeking the food he eates,
930 and pleas'd with what he gets:
Come hither, come hither, come hither,
Heere shall he see.&c.
Iaq. Ile giue you a verse to this note,
That I made yesterday in despight of my Inuention.
935Amy. And Ile sing it.
Amy. Thus it goes.
If it do come to passe, that any man turne Asse:
Leauing his wealth and ease,
A stubborne will to please,
940Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame:
Heere shall he see, grosse fooles as he,
And if he will come to me.
Amy. What's that Ducdame?
Iaq. 'Tis a Greeke inuocation, to call fools into a cir-
945cle. Ile go sleepe if I can: if I cannot, Ile raile against all
the first borne of Egypt.
Amy. And Ile go seeke the Duke,
His banket is prepar'd. Exeunt