Are melted into air, into thin air: DRUNKARDS ENCHANTED BY ARIEL. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So full of valour, that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground For kissing of their feet; yet always bending Towards their project; Then I beat my tabor, At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears, Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses, As they smelt music; so I charm'd their ears, Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them LIGHTNESS OF FOOT. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall. ACT V. TEARS. His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eavest of reeds. COMPASSION AND CLEMENCY SUPERIOR TO REVENGE. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions? and shall not myself, * Vanished. † A body of clouds in motion; but it is most probable that the author wrote track. + Thatch. One of their kind, that relish all as sharply. Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, 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: 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 DETERMINED LOVE. Oli. 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. + Echoing. § Fair deceiver. Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we; TRUE LOVE. Come hither, boy; If ever thou shalt love, So 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. |