O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful! And yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all hooping.
Under the greenwood tree,Who loves to lie with meAnd tune his merry note,Unto the sweet bird's throat;Come hither, come hither, come hither.Here shall he seeNo enemyBut winter and rough weather.
I was too young that time to value her,But now I know her. If she be a traitor, Why, so am I. We still have slept together,Rose at an instant, learned, played, eat together,And wheresoe'er we went, like Juno's swans,Still we went coupled and inseparable.
I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.
Here comes Monseiur Le Beau.Rosalind: With his mouth full of news.Celia: Which he will put on us, as pigeons feed their young.Rosalind: Then shall we be news-crammed.Celia: All the better; we shall be the more marketable.
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