Duke Senior’s courtiers celebrate their having killed a deer.
Enter Jaques and Lords, ⌜like⌝ foresters.
JAQUES2180
Which is he that killed the deer? ⌜FIRST⌝ LORD2181
Sir, it was I. JAQUES, ⌜to the other Lords⌝2182
Let’s present him to the 2183Duke like a Roman conqueror. And it would do well 21845to set the deer’s horns upon his head for a branch of 2185victory.—Have you no song, forester, for this 2186purpose? ⌜SECOND⌝ LORD2187
Yes, sir. JAQUES2188
Sing it. ’Tis no matter how it be in tune, so it 218910make noise enough.
Music. Song.
⌜SECOND LORD sings⌝ 2190What shall he have that killed the deer? 2191His leather skin and horns to wear. 2192Then sing him home.
(The rest shall bear this burden:) 2193Take thou no scorn to wear the horn. 219415It was a crest ere thou wast born. 2195Thy father’s father wore it, 2196And thy father bore it. 2197The horn, the horn, the lusty horn 2198Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. They exit.
