SCENE III. The forest 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 la**, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pa** 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. 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