• Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.

    TOUCHSTONE

    Tomorrow is the joyful day, Audrey. Tomorrow 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.
    Enter two PAGES
    5Here comes two of the banished duke’s 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' th' 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 gypsies on a horse.

    PAGES

    (sing)
    15 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.
    20 Sweet lovers love the spring.
    Between the acres of the rye,
  • TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY enter.

    TOUCHSTONE

    Tomorrow is the happy day, Audrey. We’ll be married tomorrow.

    AUDREY

    I can’t wait. I hope it doesn’t make me unchaste that I really want to be a married woman.
    Two PAGES enter.
    Here come two of Duke Senior’s pages.

    FIRST PAGE

    Good afternoon, good gentleman.

    TOUCHSTONE

    It really is good to see you. Come, sit, sit, and sing me a song.

    SECOND PAGE

    Sounds good to us. Sit between us.

    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?

    SECOND PAGE

    Yes, yes, and let’s sing in unison, like two gypsies riding on a single horse.

    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,