Fear no more the frown o' the great, To thee the reed is as the oak: Fear no more the lightning-flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone Thou hast finished joy and moan: No exorciser harm thee! OTHELLO. K KING STEPHEN. ING Stephen was a worthy peer, He was a wight of high renown, And thou art but of low degree: * An English version of the old ballad (supposed to have been originally Scotch) from which these stanzas are taken will be found in Percy's Reliques, i. 153, ed. 1844. THE WILLOW SONG. THE poor soul sat singing by a sycamore tree, Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, The fresh streams ran by her, and murmured her moans; Sing all a green willow must be my garland.* KING LEAR. THE FOOL'S SONG. FOOLS had ne'er less grace in a year; Then they for sudden joy did weep, That such a king should play bo-peep, And go *This is the opening verse of an old ballad adapted to Desdemona by changing the sex of the forsaken lover. The following are the words of the original: 'A poor soul sat sighing under a sycamore tree; 'O willow, willow, willow!' With his hand on his bosom, his head on his knee; 'O willow, willow, willow! O willow, willow, willow! Sing, O the green willow shall be my garland.'' The whole ballad is given from a black-letter copy in the Pepys' Collection by Bishop Percy.-Reliques, i. 156. For the first Willow Song, see ante, p. 25. MACBETH. THE WITCHES' RENDEZVous. 1 Witch. WH HEN shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain? 2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won: 3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun. I Witch. Where the place? 2 Witch. Upon the heath; 3 Witch. There to meet with Macbeth. I Witch. I come, Grimalkin!* All. Paddock† calls:-Anon.— I Witch. 2 Witch. 3 Witch. Fair is foul, and foul is fair; THE CHARM. THRICE the brinded‡ cat hath mewed. Thrice; and once the hedgehog whined. Harpier cries :-'Tis time, 'tis time. I Witch. Round about the caldron go: In the poisoned entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone, Days and nights hath thirty-one, Sweltered venom sleeping got, Boil thou first in the charmed pot! All. Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire, burn; and, caldron, bubble. 2 Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the caldron boil and bake; * A cat. † A toad. + Fierce. For a charm of powerful trouble; 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; 2 Witch. Cool it with a baboon's blood, TIMON OF ATHENS. APEMANTUS'S GRACE. IMMORTAL gods, I crave no pelf; Rich men sin, and I eat root. * Entrails. TROILUS AND CRESSIDA. он! он! - НА! НА! LOVE, love, nothing but love, still more! For, oh, love's bow Shoots buck and doe: But tickles still the sore. These lovers cry-Oh! oh! they die! Oh! oh! a while, but ha! ha! ha! ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA. BACCHANALIAN ROUND. COME, thou monarch of the vine, BEN JONSON. 1574-1637. [AFTER Shakespeare's songs all others appear to disadvantage. He shows an instinctive knowledge of the secret of this kind of writing as of everything else. His songs possess in perfection all the essential elements of gaiety and tenderness, facility and grace, idiomatic purity, melody in the expression, THE DRAMATISTS. 8 |