Another Part of the Forest. |
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Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. |
Touch. To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will we be married. |
Aud. 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 come two of the banished duke's pages. |
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Enter two Pages. |
First Page. Well met, honest gentleman. |
Touch. By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and a song. |
Sec. 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? |
Sec. Page. I'faith, i'faith; and both in a tune, like two gipsies on a horse. |
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| SONG |
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| 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 the 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 the 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 the spring time, &c. |
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Touch. 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. |
Touch. 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. |
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