To this urn let those repair For these dead birds sigh a prayer. WM. SHAKESPEARE. SONGS FROM THE PLAYS OF SHAKESPEARE. FROM THE TEMPEST. COME unto these yellow sands, (The wild waves whist) Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. FULL fathom five thy father lies; 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? To help him of his blindness; Then to Silvia let us sing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: FROM MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. FIRST FAIRY. You spotted snakes, with double tongue, 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, Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. That the graves, all gaping wide, By the triple Hecat's team, Το sweep |