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SONGS FROM THE PLAYS OF
FROM THE TEMPEST.
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
(The wild waves whist)
Hark, hark ! Burden. Bowgh, wowgh, [dispersedly.
The watch-dogs bark : Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
[dispersedly. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo.
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls, that were his eyes :
Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
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,
That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing,
Upon the dull earth dwelling; To her let us garlands bring.
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,
Seald in vain !
FROM MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.
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 :
Philomel, with melody,
Sing in our sweet lullaby ;
Never harm, nor spell nor charm,
Weaving spiders, come not here;
Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence; Beetles black, approach not near;
Worm, nor snail, do no offence.
Philomel with melody, &c.
Hence away; now all is well:
Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf bebowls the moon;
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,
Through this house, give glimmering light,
By the dead and drowsy fire;
Hop as light as bird from brier ;
First, rehearse this song by rote: