You brother mine, that entertained ambition, 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: 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, That live in her! when liver, brain, and heart, These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd, (Her sweet perfections) with one self king! ESCAPE FROM DANGER. I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself (Courage and hope both teaching him the practice) A BEAUTIFUL BOY. Dear lad, believe it; For they shall yet belie thy happy years DETERMINED LOVE. Oli. Why, what would you? Vio. Make me a willow cabin at your gate, ACT II. DISGUISE, Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness, Cantos, verses. + Dexterous, ready fiend. + Echoing. § Fair deceiver. Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we; 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. Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, Are the free maids, that weave their thread with bones,* Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth,† Like the old age.‡ SONG. Come away, come away, death, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My part of death no one so true Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; *Lace-makers. + Times of simplicity. + Simple truth. CALIBAN'S CURSES. Cal As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins* As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou taks't from me. When thou cam❜st first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me CALIBAN'S EXULTATION AFTER PROSPERO TELLS HIM HE SOUGHT TO VIOLATE THE HONOUR OF O ho, O ho!-'would it nad been done! MUSIC. Where should this music be? i'the air, or the earth, It sounds no more:—and sure, it waits upon *Faries. Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, ARIEL'S SONG. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. A LOVER'S SPEECH. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison. ACT II. DESCRIPTION OF FERDINAND'S SWIMMING ASHORE. To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, SLEEP. Do not omit the heavy offer of it; |