268 SONGS FROM THE PLAYS OF SHAKESPEARE. FROM THE TEMPEST. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: (The wild waves whist) Hark, hark ! Burden. Bowgh, wowgh, [dispersedly. The watch-dogs bark : Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [dispersedly. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls, that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. [Burden, Ding-dong. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; 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: Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being help'd inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling; To her let us garlands bring. FROM MEASURE FOR MEASURE. TAKE, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly are forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, Bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, Seald 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 ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, 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 bebowls the moon; All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woe, In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night, That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide : And we fairies that do run By the triple Hecat's team, Following darkness like a dream, а OBERON. Through this house, give glimmering light, By the dead and drowsy fire; Hop as light as bird from brier ; TITANIA. First, rehearse this song by rote: |