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| SCENE III. The forest. |
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Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY
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| TOUCHSTONE |
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To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will
we be married.
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| AUDREY |
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I do desire it with all my heart; and I hope it is
no dishonest desire to desire to be a woman of the
5 world. Here comes two of the banished duke's pages.
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Enter two Pages
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| First Page |
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Well met, honest gentleman.
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| TOUCHSTONE |
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By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and a song.
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We are for you: sit i' the middle.
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Shall we clap into't roundly, without hawking or
10 spitting or saying we are hoarse, which are the only
prologues to a bad voice?
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| Second Page |
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I'faith, i'faith; and both in a tune, like two
gipsies on a horse.
SONG.
It was a lover and his lass,
15 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.
20 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.
This carol they began that hour,
25 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;
30 For love is crowned with the prime
In spring time, &c.
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| TOUCHSTONE |
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Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great
matter in the ditty, yet the note was very
untuneable.
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35 You are deceived, sir: we kept time, we lost not our time.
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| TOUCHSTONE |
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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.
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Exeunt
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