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Act 5, Scene 2
As You Like It Translation Act 5, Scene 3
Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY.
TOUCHSTONE
Tomorrow is the joyful day, Audrey. Tomorrow will we bemarried.
TOUCHSTONE
Tomorrow is the joyful day, Audrey. Tomorrow we'll 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.
AUDREY
I desire it with all my heart, and I hope it isn't immodest of me to desire to be a married, worldly woman.
Enter two PAGES
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Here comes two of the banished duke’s pages.
Here come two of Duke Senior's pages.
FIRST PAGE
Well met, honest gentleman.
FIRST PAGE
Nice to see you, honest gentleman.
TOUCHSTONE
By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and a song.
TOUCHSTONE
Truly, it is good to see you. Come sit, sit, and sing a song.
SECOND PAGE
We are for you. Sit i' th' middle.
SECOND PAGE
We're here to serve you. Sit between us.
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?
FIRST PAGE
Should we jump right into it, without all that hawking and spitting and saying that we're hoarse—which are only excuses for bad singers?
SECOND PAGE
I' faith, i' faith, and both in a tune like two gypsieson a horse.
SECOND PAGE
Yes, yes, and let's sing in unison, like two gypsies riding one horse.
PAGES
[sing] 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. Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no, These pretty country folks would lie In springtime, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding. Sweet lovers love the spring. This carol they began that hour, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no, How that a life was but a flower In springtime, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding. Sweet lovers love the spring. And therefore take the present time, With a hey, and a ho, and a hhey-nonny-no, For love is crownèd with the prime In springtime, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding. Sweet lovers love the spring.
PAGES
[Singing]
There was a lover and his lady,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
Who went through the wheatfield
In the springtime, the only wedding season,
When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the fields of rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
These pretty country folks would lie
In the springtime, the only wedding season,
When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring.
They began this song that very hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
That life is just as brief as a flower
In the springtime, the only wedding season,
When birds do sing, Hay ding a ding ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring.
So therefore seize the present moment,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
For love is crowned by the spring
In the springtime, the only wedding season,
When birds do sing, Hey ding a ding, ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring.
TOUCHSTONE
Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty, yet the note was very untunable.
TOUCHSTONE
Truly, young gentleman, though there wasn't much to the song, the music was still very off-key.
FIRST PAGE
You are deceived, sir. We kept time. We lost not our time.
FIRST PAGE
You're wrong, sir. We kept the song's time. We didn't lose our rhythm.
TOUCHSTONE
By my troth, yes. I count it but time lost to hear sucha foolish song. God be wi' you, and God mend your voices.— Come, Audrey.
TOUCHSTONE
Truly, yes. But I consider it lost time when I must hear such a foolish song. God be with you, and may he fix your voices too. Come, Audrey.
Exeunt
