Mira. Do you love me? Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound, And crown what I profess with kind event, If I speak true; if hollowly, invert What best is boded me, to mischief! I, Mira. I am a fool, To weep at what I am glad of. Pro. Fer. Wherefore weep you? The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning, Fer. My mistress, dearest, My husband then? Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. Mira. And mine, with my heart in't; And now farewell, Till half an hour hence. Fer. A thousand! thousand! A GUILTY CONSCIENCE. O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke and told me of it; Whatsoever. ACT IV. CONTINENCE BEFORE MARRIAGE. If thou dost break her virgin knot before As I hope A LOVER'S PROTESTATION. For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, Mine honour into last; to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd, Or night kept chain'd below. PASSION TOO STRONG FOR VOWS. Look thou be true; do not give dalliance VANITY OF HUMAN NATURE. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, * Sprinkling. + Vanished. Leave not a rack behind: We are such stuff 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, That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through There dancing up to the chins. LIGHTNESS OF FOOT. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole Hear a foot fall. may not ACT V. TEARS. His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eavest of reeds. COMPASSION AND CLEMENCY SUPERIOR TO RE VENGE. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions? and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, A body of clouds in motion; but it is most probable that the author wrote track. + Thatch. Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, FAIRIES AND MAGIC. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; And ye, that on the sands, with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though you be) I have be-dimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine, and cedar: graves, at my command, Have wak'd their sleepers; op'd, and let them forth By my so potent art. SENSES RETURNING. The charm dissolves apace, And as the morning steals upon the night, To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood, You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse* and nature; who with Sebastian 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, To pay this debt of love but to a brother, *Pity, or tenderness of heart. |