One of their kind, that relish all as sharply. Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further. FAIRIES AND MAGIC. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; And ye, that on the sands with printless foot SENSES RETURNING. The charm dissolves apace, And as the morning steals upon the night, To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces You brother mine, that entertained ambition, That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, ARIEL'S SONG. 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. TWELFTH NIGHT. ACT I MUSIC. IF Music be the food of love, play on, NATURAL AFFECTION ALLIED TO LOVE. O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame, That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, * Pity, or tenderness of heart. These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd, (Her sweet perfections) with one self king! ESCAPE FROM DANGER. I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) A BEAUTIFUL BOY. Dear lad, believe it; For they shall yet belie thy happy years Is not more smooth, and rubious; thy small pipe DETERMINED LOVE. Oh. Why, what would you? Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, ACT II. DISGUISE. Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, Wherein the pregnant‡ enemy does much. How easy is it, for the proper-false§ In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! * Cantos, verses. Dexterous, ready fiend. + Echoing. § Fair deceiver. Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we; TRUE LOVE. Come hither, boy; If ever thou shalt love, THE WOMAN SHOULD BE YOUNGEST IN LOVE. Too old, by heaven; Let still the woman take CHARACTER OF AN OLD SONG. Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, Are the free maids, that weave their thread with bones,* Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth,† And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.‡ SONG. Come away, come away, death, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; *Lace-makers. + Simple truth. Times of simplicity. Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, CONCEALED LOVE. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. ACT III. JESTER. This fellow's wise enough to play the fool; And like the haggard,* check at every feather For folly, that he wisely shows, is fit; But wise men, folly fallen, quite taint their wit. UNSOUGHT LOVE. Cesario, by the roses of the spring, By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, Love sought is good, but given unsought is better. * A hawk not well trained. + In spite of. |