| [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 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. |
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| Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino These pretty country folks would lie, In spring time, &c. |
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| 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. |
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| And therefore take the present time, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino; For love is crowned with the prime In spring time, &c. |
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| 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] |