Touch.

To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will we be married.

Aud.

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.

First Page.

Well met, honest gentleman.

Touch.

By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and a song.

Sec. 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 ^note prologues to a bad voice?

Sec. Page.

I'faith, i'faith; and both in a tune, like two gipsies on a horse.

Song.
It was a lover and his lass,
  With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green corn-field did pass
In the ^note spring time, the only pretty ring ^note 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 ^note would ^note lie,
In ^note spring time, &c.

This ^note carol they began that hour,
  With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that a life ^note was but a flower
In ^note spring time, &c.
And therefore take the present time ^note,
  With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino;
For love is crowned with the prime
  In spring time, &c. ^note

Touch.

Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untuneable ^note.

First Page.

You are deceived, sir: we kept time, we lost not our time ^note.

Touch.

By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear such a foolish song. God buy you ^note; and God mend your voices! Come, Audrey.