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    Act 5, Scene III

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    SCENE III. The forest.

    To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will
    we be married.

    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.

    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.
    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,
    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
    In spring time, & c.

    Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great
    matter in the ditty, yet the note was very

    First Page
    You are deceived, sir: we kept time, we lost not our time.

    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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