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Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY. |
TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY enter. |
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TOUCHSTONE
Tomorrow is the joyful day, Audrey. Tomorrow will we be married. |
TOUCHSTONE
Tomorrow is the happy day, Audrey. We’ll be married tomorrow. |
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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. |
AUDREY
I can’t wait. I hope it doesn’t make me unchaste that I really want to be a married woman. |
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Enter two PAGES |
Two PAGES enter. |
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Here comes two of the banished duke’s pages. |
Here come two of Duke Senior’s pages. |
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FIRST PAGE
Well met, honest gentleman. |
FIRST PAGE
Good afternoon, good gentleman. |
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TOUCHSTONE
By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and a song. |
TOUCHSTONE
It really is good to see you. Come, sit, sit, and sing me a song. |
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SECOND PAGE
We are for you. Sit i’ th’ middle. |
SECOND PAGE
Sounds good to us. Sit between us. |
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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? |
FIRST PAGE
Should we just get down to it? Should we skip all that hacking and spitting and saying that we’re hoarse, which only makes clear what lousy singers we are? |
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SECOND PAGE
I’ faith, i’ faith, and both in a tune like two gypsies on a horse. |
SECOND PAGE
Yes, yes, and let’s sing in unison, like two gypsies riding on a single horse. |
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PAGES
(sing) It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no, That o’er the green cornfield did pass In springtime, 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, |
PAGES
(singing) There was a lover and his girl, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no, Who walked through the cornfield In the springtime, the only proper wedding time, The time when birds sing, Hey ding-a-ding-ding. Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of rye, |
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With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no, These pretty country folks would lie In springtime, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding. Sweet lovers love the spring. This carol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey hey-nonny-no, How that a life was but a flower In springtime, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding. Sweet lovers love the spring. And therefore take the present time, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey hey-nonny-no, For love is crownèd with the prime In springtime, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding. Sweet lovers love the spring. |
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no The pretty country folk would lie In the springtime, the only proper wedding-time, The time when birds sing, Hey ding-a-ding-ding. Sweet lovers love the spring. They wrote this song at that time, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no, About how life was as short-lived as a flower In the springtime, the only proper wedding time, The time when birds sing, hey ding-a-ding-ding. Sweet lovers love the spring. So seize the present time, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no, For love is all perfection In the springtime, the only proper wedding time, The time when birds sing, Hey ding-a-ding-ding. Sweet lovers love the spring. |
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TOUCHSTONE
Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untunable. |
TOUCHSTONE
Really, young men, though it wasn’t a very hard song to get right, the music was still all out of tune. |
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FIRST PAGE
You are deceived, sir. We kept time. We lost not our time. |
FIRST PAGE
No, sir, you’re wrong; we kept the song’s time, we didn’t lose any. |
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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. |
TOUCHSTONE
Oh, yes you did—I lost time listening to your foolish song. God be with you, and I hope He fixes your voices! Come on, Audrey. |
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Exeunt |
They all exit. |