1Under the greenwood tree who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note unto the sweet bird’s throat,
2And turn his merry note unto the sweet bird’s throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
3Come hither, come hither, come hither
:Here shall he see no enemy, but winter and rough weather.
4Here shall he see no enemy, but winter and rough weather.
More, more, I prithee, more.
5More, more, I prithee, more.
It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques.
6It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques.
I thank it. More, I prithee, more.
7I thank it. More, I prithee, more.
My voice is ragged: I know I cannot please you.
8My voice is ragged: I know I cannot please you.
More at your request than to please myself.
9More at your request than to please myself.
Well, I’ll end the song. Jaques, cover the while; the duke will drink under this tree. He hath been all this day to look you.
10Well, I’ll end the song. Jaques, cover the while; the duke will drink under this tree. He hath been all this day to look you.
Who doth ambition shun all together here
11Who doth ambition shun all together here
And loves to live i’ the sun, seeking the food he eats
12And loves to live i’ the sun, seeking the food he eats
And pleased with that he gets,
13And pleased with that he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
14And I’ll go seek the duke: his banquet is prepared.
ACT II / SCENE VI. and ACT II / SCENE VII The forest.