And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, DRUNKARDS ENCHANTED BY ARIEL. I told you, sir, they were red hot with drinking; For breathing in their faces; beat the ground As they smelt the music; so I charm'd their ears, 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 * Vanished. † A body of clouds in motion; but it is most probable that the author wrote track. + Thatch. Of their afflictions? and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion'd as they, be kindlier moved than thou art? Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, Not a frown farther. 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 bedimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous wind, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured 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 waked their sleepers; oped and let them forth By my so potent art. SENSES RETURNING. The charm dissolves apace, And as the morning steals upon the night, 84 My true preserver, and a loyal sir To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood, Expell'd remorse* and nature; who, with Sebastian Will shortly fill the reasonable shores, 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; * Pity, or tenderness of heart. That strain again; it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, NATURAL AFFECTION ALLIED TO LOVE. ESCAPE FROM DANGER. I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) To a strong mast, that lived upon the sea; Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, A BEAUTIFUL BOY. Dear lad, believe it; For they shall yet belie thy happy years Is not more smooth and rubious: thy small pipe DETERMINED LOVE. Oli. Why, what would you? Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons* of contemned love, Holla your name to the reverberate* hills, ACT II. DISGUISE. Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, In women's waxen hearts to set their forms! Come hither, boy: if ever thou shalt love, THE WOMAN SHOULD BE YOUNGEST IN LOVE. Too old, by heaven: let still the woman take CHARACTER OF AN OLD SONG. The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, * Echoing. †De: terous, ready fiend. Fair deceiver. |