Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.
Tomorrow is the joyful day, Audrey. Tomorrow will we be
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.
Enter two PAGES
5Here comes two of the banished duke’s pages.
Well met, honest gentleman.
By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and a song.
We are for you. Sit i' th' middle.
Shall we clap into ’t roundly, without hawking or spitting or
saying we are hoarse, which are the only prologues to a bad
I' faith, i' faith, and both in a tune like two gypsies on a
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,