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$Unique_ID{SSP00971}
$Title{As You Like It: Act V, Scene III}
$Author{Shakespeare, William}
$Subject{}
$Log{Dramatis Personae*00950.txt}
Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
AS YOU LIKE IT
ACT V
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SCENE III: The forest.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
{Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.}
TOUCHSTONE: To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will
we be married.
AUDREY: I do desire it with all my heart; and I hope it is
no dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of the
world. Here comes two of the banished duke's pages.
[Enter two Pages.]
First Page: Well met, honest gentleman.
TOUCHSTONE: By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and a song.
Second Page: We are for you: sit i' the middle.
First Page: Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking or
spitting or saying we are hoarse, which are the only 10
prologues to a bad voice?
Second Page: I'faith, i'faith; and both in a tune, like two
gipsies on a horse.
SONG.
It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye, 20
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino
These pretty country folks would lie,
In spring time, &c.
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that a life was but a flower
In spring time, &c.
And therefore take the present time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
For love is crowned with the prime 30
In spring time, &c.
TOUCHSTONE: Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great
matter in the ditty, yet the note was very
untuneable.
First Page: You are deceived, sir: we kept time, we lost not
our time.
TOUCHSTONE: By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear
such a foolish song. God be wi' you; and God mend
your voices! Come, Audrey.
[Exeunt.]