1    Under the greenwood tree
2    Who loves to lie with me,
3    And turn his merry note
4    Unto the sweet bird's throat,
5    Come hither, come hither, come hither:
6    Here shall he see No enemy
7    But winter and rough weather.

8    More, more, I prithee, more.

9    It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques.

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

13   My voice is ragged: I know I cannot please you.

14   I do not desire you to please me; I do desire you to
15   sing. Come, more; another stanzo: call you 'em stanzos?

16   What you will, Monsieur Jaques.

17   Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me
18   nothing. Will you sing?

19   More at your request than to please myself.

20   Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you;
21   but that they call compliment is like the encounter
22   of two dog-apes, and when a man thanks me heartily,
23   methinks I have given him a penny and he renders me
24   the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you that will
25   not, hold your tongues.

26   Well, I'll end the song. Sirs, cover the while; the
27   duke will drink under this tree. He hath been all
28   this day to look you.

29   And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is
30   too disputable for my company: I think of as many
31   matters as he, but I give heaven thanks and make no
32   boast of them. Come, warble, come.
33   Who doth ambition shun
All together here
34   And loves to live i' the sun,
35   Seeking the food he eats
36   And pleased with what he gets,
37   Come hither, come hither, come hither:
38   Here shall he see No enemy
39   But winter and rough weather.

40   I'll give you a verse to this note that I made
41   yesterday in despite of my invention.

42   And I'll sing it.

43   Thus it goes:--
44   If it do come to pass
45   That any man turn ass,
46   Leaving his wealth and ease,
47   A stubborn will to please,
48   Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame:
49   Here shall he see
50   Gross fools as he,
51   An if he will come to me.

52   What's that 'ducdame'?

53   'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a
54   circle. I'll go sleep, if I can; if I cannot, I'll
55   rail against all the first-born of Egypt.

56   And I'll go seek the duke: his banquet is prepared.