TOUCHSTONE To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will we 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. Here comes two of the banished duke's pages.
Enter two Pages
FIRST PAGE Well met, honest gentleman.
TOUCHSTONE By my troth, well met. Come, sit, sit, and a song.
SECOND PAGE We are for you: sit i' the middle.
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?
SECOND PAGE I'faith, i'faith; and both in a tune, like two gipsies on a horse.
FIRST PAGE You are deceived, sir: we kept time, we lost not our time.
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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We learn that Touchstone and Audrey will also be getting married the next day. Two pages appear and sing a love song–very badly, according to Touchstone.