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| Enter AMIENS, JAQUES, and others |
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AMIENS, JAQUES, and others enter. |
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| | AMIENS |
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(sings)
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Under the greenwood tree
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Who loves to lie with me
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And turn his merry note
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Unto the sweet bird's throat,
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Come hither, come hither, come hither.
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Here shall he see
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No enemy
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But winter and rough weather.
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| AMIENS |
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(singing)
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Whoever wants to lie with me,
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Under the greenwood tree,
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And turn his merry song
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To follow the sweet bird's singing,
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Come here, come here, come here.
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Here you will find
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No enemy
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Besides winter and rough weather.
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| | JAQUES |
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More, more, I prithee, more. |
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More, more, please, more. |
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It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques. |
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It's only going to make you sad, Monsieur Jaques. |
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I thank it. More, I prithee, more. I can suck melancholy out |
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of a song as a weasel sucks eggs. More, I prithee, more. |
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I'm glad about that. More, please, more. I can suck sadness out of a song the way a weasel sucks eggs. More, please, more. |
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My voice is ragged. I know I cannot please you. |
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My voice is ragged. I know I won't please you. |
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I do not desire you to please me. I do desire you to sing. |
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Come, more, another stanzo. Call you 'em “stanzos”? |
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I don't want you to please me, I want you to sing. Come on, another stanza—is that what you call 'em, “stanzas”? |
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What you will, Monsieur Jaques. |
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Call them whatever you want, Monsieur Jaques. |
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Nay, I care not for their names. They owe me nothing. Will |
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you sing? |
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Nah, I don't care what their names
are; they owe me nothing. Will you sing? |
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