Clo.

To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will we be marry'd.

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 banish'd duke's pages.

1. P.

Well, met, honest gentleman.

Clo.

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

2. P.

We are for you; sit i'the middle.

1. P.

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?

2. P.

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

SONG.

I. St.
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 spring time,
  the pretty spring time, ^note
  when birds do sing
  hey ding a ding, ding;
sweet lovers love the spring.

II. St.
Between the acres of the rye,
  with a hey, and a ho, &c.
these pretty country-folks would lye
  in the spring time, &c.

III. St.
14Q0334The carol they began that hour,
  with a hey, and a ho, &c.

how that a life was but a flower
  in the spring time, &c.

IV. St.
And therefore14Q0335 take the present time,
  with a hey, and a ho, &c.
For love is crowned with the prime
  in the spring time, &c.

Clo.

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

1. P.

You are deceiv'd, sir; we kept time, we lost not our time.

Clo.

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.