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- Act 5 Scene 3
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- (Enter Touchstone the clown and Audrey)
- l1l Touchstone Tomorrow is the joyful day, Audrey, tomorrow
- l2l will we be married.
- l3l Audrey I do desire it with all my heart; and I hope it is
- l4l no dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of the
- l5l world. Here come two of the banished DukeÆs pages.
- (Enter two Pages)
- l6l First Page Well met, honest gentleman.
- l7l Touchstone By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and a
- l8l song.
- l9l Second Page We are for you. Sit iÆ thÆ middle.
- l10l First Page Shall we clap into Æt roundly, without hawking,
- l11l or spitting, or saying we are hoarse, which are the
- l12l only prologues to a bad voice?
- l13l Second Page IÆ faith, iÆ faith, and both in a tune, like two
- l14l gipsies on a horse.
- l15l Both Pages (sing) It was a lover and his lass,
- l16l With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
- l17l That oÆer the green cornfield did pass
- l18l In spring-time, the only pretty ring-time,
- l19l When birds do sing, hey ding-a-ding ding,
- l20l Sweet lovers love the spring.
- l21l Between the acres of the rye,
- l22l With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
- l23l These pretty country folks would lie,
- l24l In spring-time, the only pretty ring-time,
- l25l When birds do sing, hey ding-a-ding ding,
- l26l Sweet lovers love the spring.
- l27l This carol they began that hour,
- l28l With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
- l29l How that a life was but a flower,
- l30l In spring-time, the only pretty ring-time,
- l31l When birds do sing, hey ding-a-ding ding,
- l32l Sweet lovers love the spring.
- l33l And therefore take the present time,
- l34l With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
- l35l For love is crownΦd with the prime,
- l36l In spring time, the only pretty ring-time,
- l37l When birds do sing, hey ding-a-ding ding,
- l38l Sweet lovers love the spring.
- l39l Touchstone Truly, young gentlemen, though there was
- l40l no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very
- l41l untunable.
- l42l First Page You are deceived, sir, we kept time, we lost
- l43l not our time.
- l44l Touchstone By my troth, yes, I count it but time lost to
- l45l hear such a foolish song. God bÆ wiÆ you, and God mend
- l46l your voices. Come, Audrey.
- (Exeunt severally)
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