Act 4, Scene 1

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.