Page 1929 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Enter Amiens, Jaques and others.

(Amiens sings.)
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.

JAQUES
More, more, I prithee more.

AMIENS
It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. [10]

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

AMIENS
My voice is ragged, I know I cannot please you.

JAQUES

I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you [15] to sing. Come, more,
another stanzo. Call you ’em stanzos?

AMIENS
What you will Monsieur Jaques.

JAQUES
Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me nothing. Will you sing? [20]

AMIENS
More at your request than to please myself.