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And faints for succour.
Cor. Fair sir, I pity her,
but what is, come see, And in my voice most welcome shall you be, Ros. What is he, that shall buy his flock and pas
Cel. And we will mend thy wages: I like this place,
Cor. Assuredly the thing is to be sold ;
269 And buy it with your gold right suddenly. [Exeunt.
Enter AMIENS, JAQues, and others.
Ami. Under the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note
Here shall he see
Jaq, More, more, I priythiee, more.
Ami. It will make you melancholy, monsieur Jaques,
· 281 Faq. I thank it. More, I prythee, more. I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weazel sucks eggs : More, I prythee, more.
Ami. My voice is rugged ; I know, I cannot please you.
Jag. I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to sing : Come, more; another stanza; Call you 'em stanzas ?
Ami. What you will, monsiegir Jaques. 290
Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe nie nothing: Will you sing? Ami. More at your request, than to please myself.
Jaq. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you : but that they call compliment, is like the en. counter 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 your tongues.
Ami. Well, I'll end the song.--Şirs, cover the while: the duke will drink under this tree :--he hath been all this day to look you.
302 Jaq. And I have been all this day to avoid him. He 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.
Who doth ambition shun, [all together here)
310 Come hither, come hither, come hither ;
Here shall he see
Jaq. I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in despight of my invention.
Ami. And I'll sing it.
Ami, What's that, duc ad me ?
Jaq. 'Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle. I'll go sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.
330 Ami. And I'll go seek the duke; his banquet is prepar'd.
Enter ORLANDO, and ADAM. Adam. Dear master, I can go no further : (), 'I die for food! Here lie I down, and measure out my grave. Farewel, kind master.
Orla. Why, how now, Adam! no greater heart in thee? Live a little ; comfort a little ; cheer thyself a little : If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage, I will either be food for it, or bring it for food to thee. Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers. For my sake be comfortable ; hold death a while at the afin's end : I will be here with thee presently; and