AS YOU LIKE IT
by William Shakespeare
SCENE II. Another part of the Forest
Enter Jaques and Lords, like foresters.
Which is he that killed the deer?
Sir, it was I.
Let’s present him to the Duke, like a Roman conqueror, and it would do well to set the deer’s horns upon his head for a branch of victory. Have you no song, forester, for this purpose?
Sing it. ’Tis no matter how it be in tune, so it make noise enough.
What shall he have that killed the deer?
His leather skin and horns to wear.
Then sing him home:
[The rest shall bear this burden.]
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.
AS YOU LIKE IT by William Shakespeare
Author: William Shakespeare
Native Language: English