No Fear Shakespeare
As You Like It
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Act 5, Scene 3, Page 2
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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 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 hey hey-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.
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With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no
The pretty country folk would lie
In the springtime, the only proper wedding-time,
The time when birds sing, Hey ding-a-ding-ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring.
They wrote this song at that time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
About how life was as short-lived as a flower
In the springtime, the only proper wedding time,
The time when birds sing, hey ding-a-ding-ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring.
So seize the present time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey-nonny-no,
For love is all perfection
In the springtime, the only proper wedding time,
The time when birds sing, Hey ding-a-ding-ding.
Sweet lovers love the spring.
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TOUCHSTONE
Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great matter
in the ditty, yet the note was very untunable.
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TOUCHSTONE
Really, young men, though it wasn’t a very hard song to get right, the music was still all out of tune.
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FIRST PAGE
You are deceived, sir. We kept time. We lost not our time.
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No, sir, you’re wrong; we kept the song’s time, we didn’t lose any.
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TOUCHSTONE
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.
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TOUCHSTONE
Oh, yes you did—I lost time listening to your foolish song. God be with you, and I hope He fixes your voices! Come on, Audrey.
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Exeunt |
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