Scene II

The forest

Enter Jaques, Lords, and Foresters

Jaques

Which is he that killed the deer?

A 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?

Forester

Yes, sir.

Jaques

Sing it: 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so it make noise enough.

Song.

Forester

What shall he have that kill'd 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