Amiens 2 Flashcards
Assuredly the thing is to be sold. Go with me. If you like upon report the soil, the profit, and this kind of life, I will your very faithful feeder be, and buy it with your gold right suddenly.
Under the Greenwood tree, who loves to lie with me, and turn his merry note unto the sweet birds throat: come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see no enemy but winter and rough weather.
More, more, I prithee more.
It will make you melancholy, Monsieur 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.
My voice is ragged, I know I cannot please you.
I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to sing. Come more, another stanzo. Call you ‘em ‘stanzos’?
What you will, Monsieur Jaques.
Nay, I care not for their names, they owe me nothing. Will you sing?
More at your request than to please myself.
Well then, if I ever thank any man, I’ll thank you; but that they call ‘compliment’ is like th’encounter of two dogs-apes, and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks I have given him a penny and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; you that will not, hold your tongue.
Well, I’ll end the song. The Duke hath been all this day to look you.
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, and loves to live i’th’sun, seeking the food he eats, and pleased with what he gets: come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see no enemy but winter and rough weather.
I’ll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday in despite of my invention.
And I’ll sing it.
Here shall he see gross fools as he, an if he will come to me.
What’s that ‘ducdame’?
‘Tis a Greek invocation, to call fools into a circle,. I’ll go to sleep, if I can; if I cannot, I’ll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.
And I’ll go seek the Duke; his banquet is prepared.
