268 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. Hark, hark! Burden. Bowgh, wowgh, The watch-dogs bark: Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo. [dispersedly. [dispersedly. FULL fathom five thy father lies; Nothing of him that doth fade, 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? For beauty lives with kindness: Then to Silvia let us sing, FROM MEASURE FOR MEASURE. TAKE, oh take those lips away, Bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, Seal'd in vain! FROM MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. FIRST FAIRY. 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; 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, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, In remembrance of a shroud. That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: By the triple Hecat's team, To sweep the dust behind the door. OBERON. Through this house, give glimmering light, By the dead and drowsy fire; Every elf, and fairy sprite, Hop as light as bird from brier; And this ditty, after me, Sing, and dance it trippingly. TITANIA. First, rehearse this song by rote: |