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The forest.
Enter JAQUES, Lords, and Foresters.

Which is he that killed the deer?

A Lord.
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?

Yes, sir.

Sing it: 'tis no matter how it be in (10)
tune, so it make noise enough. 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,

Any thy father bore it:

The horn, the horn, the lusty horn

Is not a thing to laugh to scorn. [Exeunt.

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