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Rh From As You Like It.

shall he have that kill'd the deer?

His leather skin and horns to wear.

Then sing him home!

Take thou no scorn to wear the horn;

It was a crest ere thou wast born:

Thy father's father wore it,

And thy father bore it:

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn

Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.