As You Like It, Act 5, Scene 3

Tomorrow is the joyful day, Audrey, tomorrow will we be married.

Tomorrow is the happy day, Audrey; tomorrow we'll be married.

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.

I want it with all my heart, and I hope it's no improper wish to wish to be a woman of the world.

Here come two of the banished Duke’s pages.

Here come two of the banished Duke's pages.

Well met, honest gentleman.

Well met, honest gentleman.

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

Honestly, well met. Come, sit down, sit down, and let's have a song.

We are for you, sit i’ th’ middle.

We're at your service. Sit in the middle.

Shall we clap into’t roundly, without hawking or spitting or saying we are hoarse, which are the only prologues to a bad voice?

Shall we launch straight into it, without clearing our throats or spitting or saying we're hoarse, which are the standard introductions to a bad voice?

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

Yes indeed, indeed, and both in one tune, like two gipsies on one horse.

[Sing.] It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o’er the green cornfield did pass In the spring-time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding. Sweet lovers love the spring.

[They sing.] There was a lover and his girl, with a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, who walked across the green cornfield in the springtime, the one lovely season for weddings, when birds 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 would lie, In the spring-time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding. Sweet lovers love the spring.

Between the strips of the rye field, with a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, these pretty country people would lie down, in the springtime, the one lovely season for weddings, when birds 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 nonino, How that a life was but a flower, In the spring-time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding. Sweet lovers love the spring.

They struck up this song then and there, with a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, about how a life was nothing but a flower, in the springtime, the one lovely season for weddings, when birds 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 hey nonino, For love is crowned with the prime, In the spring-time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding. Sweet lovers love the spring.

And so make the most of the present moment, with a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, for love is crowned with the springtime, in the springtime, the one lovely season for weddings, when birds 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 untuneable.

TOUCHSTONE Truly, young gentlemen, though there was nothing much in the words, still the tune was very much out of tune.

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

You're mistaken, sir; we kept time — we didn't lose our time.

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.

Honestly, you did. I consider it nothing but time lost to listen to such a silly song. God be with you, and God repair your voices. Come, Audrey.