by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
Translation by August Wilhelm Schlegel (1767 - 1845)
Under the greenwood tree
Language: English
Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i' the sun, Seeking the food he eats, And pleas'd with what he gets, Come hither, come hither, come hither: Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather. If it do come to pass That any man turn ass, Leaving his wealth and ease, A stubborn will to please, Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame: Here shall he see Gross fools as he, An if he will come to me. Under the greenwood tree Who loves to lie with me.
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• T. Arne • E. Coates • S. Gerber • I. Gurney • E. Korngold • R. QuilterT. Arne sets stanza 1
I. Gurney sets stanzas 1-2
R. Quilter sets stanzas 1-2
S. Gerber sets stanzas 1-2
E. Coates sets stanzas 1, 2
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- by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), no title, appears in As You Like It, Act II, Scene 5 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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Unter des Laubdachs Hut
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Language: German (Deutsch) after the English
Unter des Laubdachs Hut Wer gerne mit mir ruht, -- Und stimmt der Kehle Klang Zu lust'ger Vögel Sang: Komm geschwinde! geschwinde! geschwinde! Hier nagt und sticht Kein Feind ihn nicht, Als Wetter, Regen und Winde. Wer Ehrgeiz sich hält fern, Lebt in der Sonne gern, Selbst sucht, was ihn ernährt, Und was er kriegt, verzehre: Komm geschwinde! geschwinde! geschwinde! Hier nagt und sticht Kein Feind ihn nicht, Als Wetter, Regen und Winde. Besteht ein dummer Tropf Auf seinem Eselstopf, Läßt seine Füll' und Ruh Und läuft der Wildniß zu: Duc ad me! duc ad me! duc ad me! Hier sieht er mehr So Narr'n wie er, Wenn er zu mir will kommen her.
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
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