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Act 5, Scene 3 — Another part of the Forest
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The argument Two Pages sing 'It was a lover and his lass' — one of Shakespeare's most beautiful songs — and for three minutes the play stops talking and just feels.
Enter Touchstone and Audrey.
TOUCHSTONE [confident, anticipating the future]

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

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

Tomorrow's the day, Audrey. We're getting married.

tomorrow's the day we marry

Why it matters The opening establishes where we are in the play's arc: the weddings are tomorrow. This is the eve of the finale, and the scene is a pause before everything resolves.
AUDREY [eager and earnest]

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 do desire it with all my heart, and I hope it is not a shameful desire—to wish to become a respectable woman.

I want it so much. And it's not wrong to want to be a proper woman, right?

i want this want to be respectable

Enter two Pages.
Here come two of the banished Duke’s pages.
FIRST PAGE [friendly greeting]

Well met, honest gentleman.

We meet well, honest sir.

Hey there.

hey

TOUCHSTONE [welcoming and eager for entertainment]

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

By my troth, well met. Come, sit down, both of you, and sing us a song.

Great timing. Come on, sit with us. Sing something.

sit sing for us

SECOND PAGE [ready and cheerful]

We are for you, sit i’ th’ middle.

We're ready for that. Sit in the middle, between us.

We're in. You're in the middle.

sit between us

"in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught" This kind of 'on one hand / on the other hand' logic — applied to the same thing — is Touchstone's signature rhetorical mode. The structure always promises a resolution that never comes. The shepherd's life is simultaneously good and worthless because Touchstone refuses to commit. It's both honest self-description and a performance of having opinions without having to be responsible for them.
Why it matters One of Touchstone's great set-pieces on the impossibility of being satisfied. It also neatly captures the play's whole attitude toward the pastoral: it's wonderful and it's not enough, simultaneously, always.
FIRST PAGE [straightforward and direct]

Shall we clap into’t roundly, without hawking or spitting or saying we

are hoarse, which are the only prologues to a bad voice?

Should we just launch into it without any warming up—no throat-clearing or saying we're hoarse, which are just excuses people make before singing badly?

Should we just start without all that stuff people do before singing? Like clearing your throat and saying you're tired?

should we just start singing without the excuses?

SECOND PAGE [enthusiastic and emphatic]

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

SONG

Absolutely, absolutely—and both in tune like two gypsies on a horse.

Yeah, for sure. And we'll stay in tune.

absolutely we'll stay together

↩ Callback to 2-5 The play's last song before the finale. 'It was a lover and his lass' stands at the end of a sequence of songs — 'Under the Greenwood Tree,' 'Blow, Blow Thou Winter Wind,' 'What Shall He Have That Killed the Deer,' 'It was a lover and his lass' — that have charted the forest world's emotional life. This one is the farewell.
🎭 Dramatic irony The Pages sing 'take the present time, for love is crownèd with the prime' on the eve of the play's mass wedding. Every couple in the forest — Orlando and Rosalind, Oliver and Celia, Silvius and Phoebe, Touchstone and Audrey — is about to do exactly what the song recommends. The song is their horoscope and they don't know it.
[_Sing_.]
PAGES [the song, which is not a speech needing translation in modern registers]

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.

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.

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.

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.

TOUCHSTONE

Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great matter in the ditty,

yet the note was very untuneable.

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. 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. 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. 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.

It was a boy and a girl, Hey, hey, with a hey nonino, Walking through the green fields, In the spring, the only beautiful time, When birds are singing, chirping away. Lovers love the spring. Between rows of rye, Hey, hey, with a hey nonino, The two of them would lie, In the spring, the only beautiful time, When birds are singing, chirping away. Lovers love the spring. They started singing that song, Hey, hey, with a hey nonino, About how life is just a flower, In the spring, the only beautiful time, When birds are singing, chirping away. Lovers love the spring. So grab the moment while you can, Hey, hey, with a hey nonino, Because love is what matters, In the spring, the only beautiful time, When birds are singing, chirping away. Lovers love the spring.

it was two people in love in the spring when everything grows and the birds sing don't waste it don't waste any of it

"the only pretty ring-time" Ring-time is the season of betrothal and marriage — spring, when tradition and feeling alike pushed lovers toward commitment. The word is doing double duty: it describes what lovers do and the sound of joy (rings, bells). The song is itself happening in what it describes.
"How that a life was but a flower" The carpe diem argument in one image: life is a flower — beautiful, seasonal, perishable. The verse doesn't belabor it; it states it once and returns to the refrain. The lightness is the point. It would be heavy if argued. As a line in a song it lands and passes.
"And therefore take the present time" This is the whole argument of the song — and of carpe diem poetry going back to Horace: take the present moment, because love is seasonal and spring does not last. The 'therefore' is philosophical but the song won't let it become portentous. The refrain pulls it back into 'hey and a ho' before it can get serious.
"That o'er the green corn-field did pass" The green corn-field is an image of early summer — corn before harvest, still in growth, lush and not yet cut. The lovers are in the world at its fullest, most alive moment. Shakespeare plants them there before the verse turns to life's brevity.
Why it matters This is the song the whole scene exists for. Four verses, each ending in the same refrain, each nudging toward a single thought: spring is now, love is now, take it. The play is about to end and all the lovers are about to marry. The song is the feeling underneath the plot.
FIRST PAGE [defending their performance]

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

You are mistaken, sir. We kept the beat perfectly. We did not lose a single note.

We stayed in time. We were perfect.

we were good

🎭 Dramatic irony Touchstone calls the song foolish and the time lost. He is hours away from marrying Audrey — from doing the most conventionally sentimental thing in the play. His cynicism about love songs will not survive the morning.
TOUCHSTONE [dismissive but unconvincingly]

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.

Yes, indeed. I count it nothing but wasted time to listen to such a foolish song. May God be with you, and may God improve your voices. Come, Audrey.

I mean, yeah. That whole song was a waste of time. God be with you. Come on, Audrey.

waste of time god be with you let's go

[_Exeunt._]

The Reckoning

Scene 5-3 has almost no plot. Touchstone and Audrey run into two Pages from the Duke's household, request a song, and receive it. The song — 'It was a lover and his lass' — is a genuine pastoral lyric about springtime and love, with a nonsense refrain that sounds like birds. Touchstone calls it a 'foolish song' and says he counts it 'but time lost' to listen. He is lying to himself, and the play knows it. This scene exists because the play is almost over, the forest is about to dissolve, and Shakespeare wants to give us one last moment of purely lyrical feeling before the finale pulls everything back into plot.

If this happened today…

Two strangers at a wedding pull out a guitar at the end of the rehearsal dinner and just start playing — no introduction, no performance notes, a song about spring and love and don't waste a moment of either. Everyone gets a little quiet. The person in the room who spent the evening making ironic observations about weddings checks their phone with slightly more urgency than necessary. The song ends, they clap, the cynic says 'well that was nice I suppose,' and nobody is entirely fooled.

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