Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them-ding-dong, bell. [Burden, Ding-dong. WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch, when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now Under the blossom, that hangs on the bough. 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, Then to Silvia let us sing, 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, Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby. 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 away; now all is well: 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, In remembrance of a shroud. That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: By the triple Hecat's team, 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, Sing, and dance it trippingly. TITANIA. First, rehearse this song by rote: OBERON. Now, until the break of day, Through this house each fairy stray. So shall all the couples three And the blots of nature's hand Shall upon their children be. With this field-dew consecrate, Every fairy take his gait; And each several chamber bless, Through this palace with sweet peace: E'er shall it in safety rest, And the owner of it blest. Trip away; Make no stay; Meet me all by break of day. 18 |