64: _you,_] _your_ F1. 73: _shepherd_] _a shepherd_ Rowe. 76: _recks_] Hanmer. _wreakes_ F1 F2. _wreaks_ F3 F4. 78: _cote_] Hanmer. _coate_ F1 F2. _coat_ F3 F4. 89, 90: Arranged as in Cappell. As three lines ending _wages...could...it_ Ff. As three lines ending _wages...waste...it_ Rowe (ed. 2). 89: _wages_] _wage_ Lloyd conj. 94: _feeder_] _factor_ W. Walker conj. ~~~~~ SCENE V. _The forest._ _Enter_ AMIENS, JAQUES, _and others._ SONG. _Ami._ Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird’s throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: 5 Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. _Jaq._ More, more, I prithee, more. _Ami._ It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. 10 _Jaq._ I thank it. More, I prithee, more. I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs. More, I prithee, more. _Ami._ My voice is ragged: I know I cannot please you. _Jaq._ I do not desire you to please me; I do desire you to 15 sing. Come, more; another stanzo: call you ’em stanzos? _Ami._ What you will, Monsieur Jaques. _Jaq._ Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing. Will you sing? _Ami._ More at your request than to please myself. 20 _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 25 your tongues. _Ami._ Well, I’ll end the song. Sirs, cover the while; the Duke will drink under this tree. He hath been all this day to look you. _Jaq._ And I have been all this day to avoid him. He 30 is too disputable for my company: I think of as many matters as he; but I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come. SONG. Who doth ambition shun, [_All together here._ And loves to live i’ the sun, 35 Seeking the food he eats, And pleased with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy 40 But winter and rough weather. _Jaq._ I’ll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in despite of my invention. _Ami._ And I’ll sing it. _Jaq._ Thus it goes:— 45 If it do come to pass That any man turn ass, Leaving his wealth and ease A stubborn will to please, Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame: 50 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. 55 I’ll go sleep, if I can; if I cannot, I’ll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.