3 Let's present him to the duke, like a Roman 4 conqueror; and it would do well to set the deer's 5 horns upon his head, for a branch of victory. Have 6 you no song, forester, for this purpose?
7 Yes, sir.
8 Sing it: 'tis no matter how it be in tune, so it 9 make noise enough.
10 What shall he have that kill'd the deer? 11 His leather skin and horns to wear. 12 Then sing him home; The rest shall bear this burden 13 Take thou no scorn to wear the horn; 14 It was a crest ere thou wast born: 15 Thy father's father wore it, 16 And thy father bore it: 17 The horn, the horn, the lusty horn 18 Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.