· SCENE changes to a desart part of the Foreft. Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others.

. SON G.
Under the green-wood tree
Who loves to ly with me,
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here shall he fee

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.
Jag. More, more, I pr’ythee, more.

Ami. It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques.

Jaq. I thank it; more, I pr’ythee, more; I can fuck melancholy out of a song, as a weazle fucks eggs More, I pr’ythee, more.

Ami. My voice is rugged; I know I cannot. please you.