Into something rich and strange. WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I; There I couch, when owls do cry. After summer, merrily: FROM TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA. WHO is Silvia? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she: The heavens such grace did lend her, That she might admired be. Is she kind, as she is fair? For beauty lives with kindness: Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being help'd inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, Upon the dull earth dwelling; FROM MEASURE FOR MEASURE. TAKE, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly are forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, Bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, Seal'd in vain! FROM MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. FIRST FAIRY. You spotted snakes, with double tongue, Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen; Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong; Come not near our fairy queen : CHORUS. Philomel, with melody, Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby; Come our lovely lady nigh; SECOND FAIRY. Weaving spiders, come not here; Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence; Beetles black, approach not near; Worm, nor snail, do no offence. CHORUS. Philomel with melody, &c. FIRST FAIRY. Hence PUCK. Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies that do run By the triple Hecat's team, Following darkness like a dream, OBERON. Through this house, give glimmering light, By the dead and drowsy fire; Every elf, and fairy sprite, Hop as light as bird from brier; And this ditty, after me, TITANIA. First, rehearse this song by rote: OBERON. Now, until the break of day, Through this house each fairy stray. Which by us shall blessed be; And the blots of nature's hand Shall upon their children be. And the owner of it blest. Trip away; Make no stay; Meet me all by break of day. 18 |