| [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. |
| Forester | SONG. 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. |
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| [Exeunt] |