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  • Title: As You Like It (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: David Bevington
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-369-4

    Copyright David Bevington. This text may be freely used for educational, non-profit purposes; for all other uses contact the Editor.
    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: David Bevington
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    As You Like It (Folio 1, 1623)

    2530Scœna Tertia.
    Enter Clowne and Audrey.
    Clo. To morrow is the ioyfull day Audrey, to morow
    will we be married.
    Aud. I do desire it with all my heart: and I hope it is
    2535no dishonest desire, to desire to be a woman of y^e world?
    Heere come two of the banish'd Dukes Pages.
    Enter two Pages.
    1. Pa. Wel met honest Gentleman.
    Clo. By my troth well met : come, sit, sit, and a song.
    25402. Pa. We are for you, sit i'th middle.
    1. Pa. Shal we clap into't roundly, without hauking,
    or spitting, or saying we are hoarse, which are the onely
    prologues to a bad voice.
    2. Pa. I faith, y'faith, and both in a tune like two
    2545gipsies on a horse.
    It was a Louer, and his lasse,
    With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
    That o're the greene corne feild did passe,
    2550 In the spring time, the onely pretty rang time.
    When Birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding.
    Sweet Louers loue the spring,
    And therefore take the present time.
    With a hey, & a ho, and a hey nonino,
    2555For loue is crowned with the prime.
    In spring time, &c.
    Betweene the acres of the Rie,
    With a hey, and a ho, & a hey nonino:
    These prettie Country folks would lie.
    2560 In spring time, &c.
    This Carroll they began that houre,
    With a hey and a ho, & a hey nonino:
    How that a life was but a Flower,
    In spring time, &c.
    2565Clo. Truly yong Gentlemen, though there vvas no
    great matter in the dittie, yet y^e note was very vntunable
    1 Pa. you are deceiu'd Sir, we kept time, we lost not
    our time.
    Clo. By my troth yes: I count it but time lost to heare
    2570such a foolish song. God buy you, and God mend your
    voices. Come Audrie. Exeunt.