Touch. Come, sweet Audrey:
We must be married, or we must live in bawdry.
[083] Farewell, good Master Oliver: not,—
[084] O sweet Oliver,
085 O brave Oliver,
[086] Leave me not behind thee:
[087] but,—
[088] Wind away,
Begone, I say,
[090] I will not to wedding with thee. [Exeunt Jaques, Touchstone and Audrey.