Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you. But that
they call “compliment” is like th' encounter of two dog-
apes. And when a man thanks me heartily, methinks I have
given him a penny and he renders me the beggarly thanks.
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Come, sing. And you that will not, hold your tongues.
JAQUES
Well then, if I've ever thanked a man, I'll thank you now. But two men complimenting each other is like two baboons getting together. Whenever a man compliments me, I feel like he's a beggar and I just gave him a penny—an embarrassing exchange. Come on, sing—and those of you who won't sing, shut up.
AMIENS
Well, I'll end the song.—Sirs, cover the while; the duke will
drink under this tree.—He hath been all this day to look
you.
AMIENS
Well, I'll finish the song I started.—Meanwhile, sirs, set the table. The duke will drink under this tree.—He's been looking for you all day, you know.
JAQUES
And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too
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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.
JAQUES
And I've been avoiding him all day. He's too argumentative for me. I think of as many things as he does, but I just thank heaven and don't show off about it. Come, warble for me.
EVERYONE
(singing)
Who doth ambition shun
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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
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No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
EVERYONE
(singing)
Whoever shuns ambition
And loves to live in the sun,
Hunting the food he eats
Pleased with what he finds,
Come here, come here, come here.
Here he will findNo enemy
But winter and rough weather.
JAQUES
I'll give you a verse to this note that I made yesterday in
despite of my invention.
JAQUES
I wrote a verse to this tune, though it's not very imaginative. I'll give it you.
