Rosalind. Help!
Act II.
An open place in the Forest.
A Voice. Platoon! Properly at ease there, blank you! 'Tn-shun! Dis-miss!
Enter Amiens, Jaques and others.
Amiens. Song.
It's a long way to Tipperary,
It's a long way to go;
It's a long way to Tipperary,
To the sweetest girl I know ... (et-cetera.)
Jaques. More, more, I prithee, more.
Amiens. It will make you melancholy, Corporal Jaques.
Jaques. I want to be melancholy. Any man would be melancholy when his officer's moustache falls off on parade.
Amiens. A white one too—a regular Landsturmer. And yet he's not an old man, Corporal.