ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL ONE GOOD WOMAN IN TEN. WAS this fair face the cause, quoth she, Why the Grecians sacked Troy? Fond done, done fond, Was this King Priam's joy? A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. SONG OF THE FAIRY. VER hill, over dale, OVE Thorough bush, thorough brier, Thorough flood, thorough fire, In those freckles live their savours: * The rings on the sward, dried up by the feet of the fairies in dancing their rounds. TITANIA IN THE WOOD. I 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; 2 Weaving spiders, come not here: Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence: Beetles black, approach not near; Worm, nor snail, do no offence. Chorus. Philomel, with melody, &c. BIRDS. THE woosel-cock, so black of hue, The throstle with his note so true, The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, The plain-song cuckoo gray, Whose note full many a man doth mark, And dares not answer, nay. *The blackbird. THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT-THE APPROACH OF THE FAIRIES. NOW the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; That the graves, all gaping wide, Through the house give glimmering light, Hop as light as bird from brier; Song. Now, until the break of day, Through this house each fairy stray. To the best bride-bed will we, And the blots of nature's hand Shall upon their children be. Every fairy take his gait; And each several chamber bless, And the owner of it blessed. Trip away; Make no stay: Meet me all by break of day. MERCHANT OF VENICE. THE BIRTH AND DEATH OF FANCY.* TELL ELL me where is fancy bred, How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes, With gazing fed; and fancy dies Let us all ring fancy's knell; *Fancy is constantly used by Shakespeare and his contemporaries in the sense of love. ΑΙ THE CHOICE. Gold. LL that glisters is not gold, Often have you heard that told; Many a man his life hath sold But my outside to behold; Gilded tombs do worms infold. Had you been as wise as bold, Young in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been inscrolled; Fare you well; your suit is cold. Silver. The fire seven times tried this; Lead. You that choose not by the view, |