As You Like It (2006)
Patrick Doyle: Amiens
Jaques : More. More. I prithee, more.
Amiens : It will make you melancholy, Monsieur Jaques.
Jaques : I thank it. More, I prithee, more. I can suck melancholy out of a song, as a weasel sucks eggs. More, prithee, more.
Amiens : My voice is ragged: I know I cannot please you.
Jaques : I do not desire you to please me, I do desire you to sing. Come, more; another stanza: call you 'em stanzas?
Amiens : What you will, Monsieur Jaques.
Jaques : Nay, I care not for their names. They owe me nothing. Will you sing?
Amiens : More at your request than to please myself.
Jaques : Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you. Come, warble.
Amiens : The duke hath been all this day to look you.
Jaques : I have been all this day to avoid him. I'll go sleep, if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.