As You Like It

by: William Shakespeare

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Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others
AMIENS, JAQUES, and others enter.

AMIENS

(sings)
Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me
And turn his merry note
5 Unto the sweet bird’s throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither.
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

AMIENS

(singing)
Whoever wants to lie with me,
Under the greenwood tree,
And turn his merry song
To follow the sweet bird’s singing,
Come here, come here, come here.
Here you will find
No enemy
Besides winter and rough weather.

JAQUES

10More, more, I prithee, more.

JAQUES

More, more, please, more.

AMIENS

It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques.

AMIENS

It’s only going to make you sad, Monsieur Jaques.

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.

JAQUES

I’m glad about that. More, please, more. I can suck sadness out of a song the way a weasel sucks eggs. More, please, more.

AMIENS

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

AMIENS

My voice is ragged. I know I won’t please you.

JAQUES

15I do not desire you to please me. I do desire you to sing.
Come, more, another stanzo. Call you 'em “stanzos”?

JAQUES

I don’t want you to please me, I want you to sing. Come on, another stanza—is that what you call 'em, “stanzas”?

AMIENS

What you will, Monsieur Jaques.

AMIENS

Call them whatever you want, Monsieur Jaques.

JAQUES

Nay, I care not for their names. They owe me nothing. Will you sing?

JAQUES