As You Like It

The forest.
 
[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? Here come 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 in the middle.
 
FIRST PAGE
Shall we clap into it roundly, without hawking, or spitting, or saying we are hoarse, which are the only prologues to a bad voice.
 
SECOND PAGE
In faith, in faith; and both in a tune like two gypsies on a horse.
 
SONG.
          ,       ,       ,          ,
      It was | a lov|er, and | his lass,
                 ,           ,          ,      Dx   D
         With a hey,| and a ho,| and a hey | nonny no,
            ,     .    T     T   T           ,
      That ore | the green cornfield | did pass,
          ,         __      __    oo       ,       x      __     __
         In the | spring | time,|    |the on|ly pretty | ring | time,
             ,          ,            x            ,
      When birds | do sing,| hey ding a | ding,^ding.
       ___     ,         ,          __
      Sweet | lovers | love the | spring,
            ,          ,          ,        ,
      And there|fore take | the pres|ent time,
              ,           ,          ,      Dx   D
      With a hey,| and a ho,| and a hey | nonny no,
            ,         ,        ,          ,
      For love | is crown|ed with | the prime,
          ,         __      __    oo       ,       x      __     __
         In the | spring | time,|    |the on|ly pretty | ring | time,
             ,          ,            x            ,
      When birds | do sing,| hey ding a | ding,^ding.
          ,          ,      ,        ,
      Between | the ac|res of | the rye,
              ,           ,          ,      Dx   D
      With a hey,| and a ho,| and a hey | nonny no,
              ,       ,        ,            ,
      These pret|ty count|ry folks | would lie,
          ,         __      __    oo       ,       x      __     __
         In the | spring | time,|    |the on|ly pretty | ring | time,
             ,          ,            x            ,
      When birds | do sing,| hey ding a | ding,^ding.
            ,       ,       ,           ,
      This car|ol they | began | that hour,
              ,           ,          ,      Dx   D
      With a hey,| and a ho,| and a hey | nonny no,
       ,             ,         ,         x
      How that | a life | was but | a flower,
          ,         __      __    oo       ,       x      __     __
         In the | spring | time,|    |the on|ly pretty | ring | time,
             ,          ,            x            ,
      When birds | do sing,| hey ding a | ding,^ding.
 
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 with you, and God mend your voices. Come Audrey.
 
[Exeunt]