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Ami. 'Under the greenwood tree

Who loves to lie with me,

And turn his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.'

Jaq. More, more, I prithee, more.

Ami. It will make you melancholy, Monsieur

Jaques.

Jaq. I thank it. More! I prithee, more. I

can suck melancholy out of a song as a weasel

sucks eggs. More! I prithee, more.

Ami. My voice is ragged; I know I cannot

please you.

Jaq. I do not desire you to please me; I do

desire you to sing. Come, more; another stanzo:

call you them stanzos?

Ami. What you will, Monsieur Jaques.

Jaq. Nay, I care not for their names; they

owe me 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-  3 turn: compose; cf. n.

18 stanzo: stanza

21 names: i.e., their technical names 