Another Part of the Forest.
 Enter JAQUES and LORDS, dressed as foresters.

Jaques	Which is he that killed the deer?

1st Lord	Sir, it was I.

Jaques	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?

2nd Lord	Yes sir.

Jaques	Sing it. 'Tis no matter how it be in tune, so it make noise 
	enough.

Lords	[Sing.]	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.
															[Exeunt.
