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Hark, hark!
Burden Bow, wow [dispersedly].
The watch-dogs bark:
Burden Bow, wow.
Hark. hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticlere
Cry Cock-a-doodle-doo.


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Ferdinand -
Ferdinand-
Prospero-
Ariel-
――――
Where should this music be? i' th' air, or th' earth? —
It sounds no more; - and sure, it waits upon
Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion,
With its sweet air; thence I have followed it,
Or it hath drawn me rather; - but 'tis gone. —
No, it begins again.
Ariel sings
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.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Burden-Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them,- ding-dong, bell.
The ditty does remember my drowned father. -
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes-I hear it now above me.
Ariel, singing, helps to attire Prospero
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.
Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee;
But yet thou shalt have freedom; - so, so, so. —
To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place,
And presently, I pr'ythee.
I drink the air before me, and return
Or e'er your pulse twice beat.
[Exit Ariel.


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MARRIAGE SONG
From The Tempest'
UNO- Honor, riches, marriage, blessing,
Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you!
Juno sings her blessings on you.
Earth's increase, foison plenty,
Barns, and garners never empty;
Vines, with clustering bunches growing;
Plants, with goodly burden bowing;
Rain come to you, at the farthest,
In the very end of harvest!
Scarcity and want shall shun you;
Ceres's blessing so is on you.
SILVIA
From Two Gentlemen of Verona'
HO is Silvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise as free:
The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admirèd be.
WHO
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 helped, 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.


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Ε
FALSTAFF TORMENTED BY THE SUPPOSED FAIRIES
From the Merry Wives of Windsor >
VANS-
Lock hand in hand; yourselves in order set;
And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be,
To guide our measure round about the tree.
But stay! I smell a man of middle earth.
Falstaff [to himself] — Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy, lest
he transform me to a piece of cheese!
Pistol Vile worm, thou wast o'erlooked even in thy birth.
Queen
With trial-fire touch me his finger-end:
If he be chaste, the flame will back descend,
And turn him to no pain; but if he start,
It is the flesh of a corrupted heart.
Pistol A trial! come.
Evans-
Come, will this wood take fire?
[They burn Falstaff with their tapers. ]
--
Falstaff-
Queen-
Oh, oh, oh!
Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire!
About him, fairies, sing a scornful rhyme;
And as you trip, still pinch him to your time.
SONG BY ONE
Fie on sinful fantasy!
Fie on lust and luxury!
Lust is but a bloody fire,
Kindled with unchaste desire,
Fed in heart; whose flames aspire,
As thoughts do blow them higher and higher.
CHORUS
Pinch him, fairies, mutually;
Pinch him for his villainy;
Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about,
Till candles, and starlight, and moonshine be out!


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SONG: TAKE, OH! TAKE
From 'Measure for Measure >
MAKE, oh! take those lips away,
Τ
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again,—
Seals of love, but sealed in vain.
Hide, oh, hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
On whose tops the pinks that grow
Are of those that April wears;
But first set my poor heart free,
Bound in icy chains by thee.
BALTHAZAR'S SONG
From Much Ado About Nothing'
SIGH
IGH no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea, and one on shore;
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.
Sing no more ditties, sing no mo,
Or dumps so dull and heavy;
The frauds of men were ever so,
Since summer first was leavy.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into, Hey nonny, nonny.


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LADY HERO'S EPITAPH
From Much Ado About Nothing'
C
Scene: The Inside of a Church. Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attend-
ants, with music and tapers.
LAUDIO-Is this the monument of Leonato?
Attendants-It is, my lord.
Claudio [reads]-
----
EPITAPH
Done to death by slanderous tongues
Was the Hero that here lies:
Death, in guerdon of her wrongs,
Gives her fame which never dies.
So the life that died with shame
Lives in death with glorious fame.
Hang thou there upon the tomb,
Praising her when I am dumb. -
Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.
SONG
Pardon, goddess of the night,
Those that slew thy virgin bright;
For the which, with songs of woe,
Round about her tomb we go.
Midnight, assist our moan;
Help us to sigh and groan,
Heavily, heavily:
Graves, yawn, and yield your dead,
Till death be uttered,
Heavily, heavily.
WHITE AND RED
From 'Love's Labour's Lost'
Μ
OTH - If she be made of white and red,
Her faults will ne'er be known;
For blushing cheeks by faults are bred,
And fears by pale white shown:
Then, if she fear, or be to blame,
By this you shall not know;
For still her cheeks possess the same,
Which native she doth owe.


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LOVE'S RHAPSODY
From Love's Labour's Lost'
O SWEET a kiss the golden sun gives not
S
To those fresh morning drops upon the rose,
As thine eye-beams, when their fresh rays have smote
The dew of night that on my cheeks down flows.
Nor shines the silver moon one half so bright
Through the transparent bosom of the deep,
As doth thy face through tears of mine give light:
Thou shin'st in every tear that I do weep,—
No drop but as a coach doth carry thee;
So ridest thou triumphing in my woe.
Do but behold the tears that swell in me,
And they thy glory through my grief will show:
But do not love thyself; then thou wilt keep
My tears for glasses, and still make me weep.
O queen of queens, how far thou dost excel,
No thought can think, nor tongue of mortal tell.
SONG: SPRING AND WINTER
From 'Love's Labour's Lost'
WH
SPRING
HEN daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue,
Do paint the meadows with delight,-
The cuckoo then on every tree
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
Cuckoo,
Cuckoo, cuckoo,- oh, word of fear!
Unpleasing to a married ear.
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are plowmen's clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,—
The cuckoo then on every tree
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
Cuckoo,
Cuckoo, cuckoo,- oh, word of fear!
Unpleasing to a married ear.


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P⁹
UCK-
WINTER
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick, the shepherd, blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipped, and ways be foul,-
Then nightly sings the staring owl:
To-who,
Tu-whit, to-who,- a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw;
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl:
To-who,
Tu-whit, to-who,- a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Fairy-
From Midsummer Night's Dream'
Scene: A Wood near Athens. Enter a Fairy and Puck at opposite doors.
How now, spirit! whither wander you?
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moonè's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips all her pensioners be:
In their gold cups spots you see:
Those be rubies, fairy favors,
In those freckles live their savors.
PUCK
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I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits: I'll be gone.
Our queen and all her elves come here anon.


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Puck-
The king doth keep his revels here to-night.
Take heed the queen come not within his sight:
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
Because that she, as her attendant, hath
A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king;
She never had so sweet a changeling:
And jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild;
But she perforce withholds the loved boy,
Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy:
And now they never meet in grove, or green,
By fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen,
But they do square; that all their elves, for fear,
Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there.
Fairy Either I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
Called Robin Goodfellow. Are you not he
That frights the maidens of the villagery;
Skims milk, and sometimes labors in the quern,
And bootless makes the breathless housewife churn;
And sometimes makes the drink to bear no barm;
Misleads night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck :
Are not you he?
Puck-
Fairy, thou speak'st aright:
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon, and make him smile,
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal.
And sometimes lurk I in a gossip's bowl,
In very likeness of a roasted crab;
And when she drinks, against her lips I bob,
And on her withered dewlap pour the ale.
The wisest aunt telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me:
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And "tailor" cries, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh,
And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there. -
But room, Fairy: here comes Oberon.
Oberon - My gentle Puck, come hither: thou remember'st
Since once I sat upon a promontory,


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―
Puck-
I remember.
Oberon - That very time I saw (but thou couldst not)
Flying between the cold moon and the earth,
Cupid all armed: a certain aim he took
At a fair vestal throned by the west,
Puck-
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song,
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid's music.
-
And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow,
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts;
But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Quenched in the chaste beams of the watery moon,
And the imperial votaress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Fetch me that flower,- the herb I showed thee once:
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid,
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Upon the next live creature that is seen.
Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again
Ere the leviathan can swim a league.
I'd put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.
THE DIVERSIONS OF THE FAIRIES
From Midsummer Night's Dream'
BERON-
-
O Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this grove,
Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love. -
Re-enter Puck
Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.
Puck
Ay, there it is.
Oberon —
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I pray thee, give it me.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows;


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Puck-
-
Quite overcanopied with lush woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania, some time of the night,
Lulled in these bowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enameled skin,—
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,
And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove.
A sweet Athenian lady is in love
With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;
But do it when the next thing he espies
May be the lady. Thou shalt know the man
By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Effect it with some care, that he may prove
More fond on her than she upon her love.
And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow.
Fear not, my lord: your servant shall do so.
[Exeunt.
Scene: Another part of the Wood. Enter Titania, with her train.
Titania - Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song;
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence:
Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;
Some war with rear-mice for their leathern wings,
To make my small elves coats; and some keep back
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders
At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep;
Then to your offices, and let me rest.
FAIRIES' SONG
First Fairy-You spotted snakes, with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong:
Come not near our fairy queen.
CHORUS
Philomel, with melody,
Sing now your sweet lullaby:
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby.
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,


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Second Fairy - Weaving spiders, come not here;
Oberon -
P
UCK-
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So good-night, with lullaby.
Second Fairy - Hence, away! now all is well.
One, aloof, stand sentinel.
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Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence:
Beetles black, approach not near;
Worm, nor snail, do no offense.
CHORUS
Philomel, with melody,
Sing now your sweet lullaby:
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby.
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So good-night, with lullaby.
[Exeunt Fairies.
Enter Oberon
What thou seest, when thou dost wake,
[Anointing Titania's eyelids. ]
Do it for thy true love take;
Love, and languish for his sake:
Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
In thy eye that shall appear
When thou wak'st, it is thy dear.
Wake when some vile thing is near.
Titania sleeps.
THE FAIRIES' WEDDING CHARM
From Midsummer Night's Dream'
Enter Puck with a broom on his shoulder
Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy plowman snores,
All with weary task fordone.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
[Exit.


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By the triple Hecate's team,
From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallowed house:
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
Enter Oberon and Titania with all their train
Oberon Through the house give glimmering light,
By the dead and drowsy fire;
Every elf, and fairy sprite,
Hop as light as bird from brier:
And this ditty after me
Sing, and dance it trippingly.
- First, rehearse your song by rote,
To each word a warbling note:
Hand in hand with fairy grace
Will we sing, and bless this place.
Titania
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
THE SONG
Now, until the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray.
To the best bride-bed will we:
Which by us shall blessed be;
And the issue there create
Ever shall be fortunate.
So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be:
And the blots of nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand:
Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Despised in nativity,
Shall upon their children be.
With this field-dew consecrate.
Every fairy take his gait,


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All
MIENS
A
WHERE IS FANCY BRED
From the Merchant of Venice'
A SONG [the whilst Bassanio comments on the caskets to himself]
TELL
ELL me, where is fancy bred,-
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourished?
Reply, reply.
It is engendered in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
Let us all ring fancy's knell;
I'll begin it,- Ding, dong, bell.
Ding, dong, bell.
And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace with sweet peace;
Ever shall it safely rest,
And the owner of it blest.
Trip away; make no stay:
Meet me all by break of day.
-
UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE
From As You Like It'
Under the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,-
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall we see no enemy
But winter and rough weather.
All together-Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleased with what he gets,-
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see no enemy
But winter and rough weather.


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13204
Jaques - I'll give you a verse to this note, that I made yesterday
in despite of my invention.
Amiens And I'll sing it.
Jaques Thus it goes:-
--
-
-
If it do come to pass,
That any man turn ass,
Leaving his wealth and ease,
A stubborn will to please,
Ducdame, ducdame, ducdame:
Here shall he see gross fools as he,
An if he will come to me.
Amiens-What's that ducdame?
Jaques 'Tis a Greek invocation to call fools into a circle. I'll go
sleep if I can; if I cannot, I'll rail against all the first-born of Egypt.
B
BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND
From As You Like It'
LOW, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Then, heigh, ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly.
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Then, heigh, ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.


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LOVE IN SPRINGTIME
From As You Like It'
T WAS a lover and his lass,
I¹ With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That o'er the green cornfield did pass
In the springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
These pretty country folks would lie,
In the springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.
This carol they began that hour,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
How that our life was but a flower,
In the springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.
And therefore take the present time,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
For love is crowned with the prime
In the springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding:
Sweet lovers love the spring.
ONE IN TEN
From All's Well That Ends Well'
WAS
As this fair face, quoth she, the cause
Why the Grecians sacked Troy?
Fond done, done fond, good sooth it was:
Was this King Priam's joy?
With that she sighed as she stood,
And gave this sentence then:
Among nine bad if one be good,
There's yet one good in ten.


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SWEET AND TWENTY
From Twelfth Night'
O
MISTRESS mine! where are you roaming?
Oh, stay, for here your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no farther, pretty sweeting:
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty,-
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Co
LOVE'S LAMENT
From Twelfth Night'
OME away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
Oh, prepare it:
My part of death no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet,
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, oh, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there.


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THE RAIN IT RAINETH
From Twelfth Night'
Clown sings, to pipe and tabor
HEN that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
WHE
But when I came to man's estate,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came, alas! to wive,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain it raineth every day.
But when I came unto my bed,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With toss-pots still I had drunken head,
For the rain it raineth every day.
1
A great while ago the world begun,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we'll strive to please you every day.
WHEN
WHEN DAFFODILS BEGIN TO PEER
From the Winter's Tale'
Enter Autolycus, singing
HEN daffodils begin to peer,—
With, heigh! the doxy over the dale,-
Why, then comes in the sweet o' the year;
For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale.
The white sheet bleaching on the hedge,—
With, heigh! the sweet birds, oh, how they sing! -
Doth set my prigging tooth on edge;
For a quart of ale is a dish for a king.


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SHAKESPEARE
The lark, that tirra-lirra chants,
With heigh! with heigh! the thrush and the jay,
Are summer songs for me and my aunts,
While we lie tumbling in the hay.
WHAT MAIDS LACK
From the Winter's Tale'
Enter Autolycus, singing
AWN, as white as driven snow;
Cyprus, black as e'er was crow;
Gloves, as sweet as damask roses:
Masks for faces, and for noses;
Bugle-bracelet, necklace amber,
Perfume for a lady's chamber;
Golden quoifs, and stomachers,
For my lads to give their dears;
Pins and poking-sticks of steel,
What maids lack from head to heel:
Come, buy of me, come; come buy, come buy,
Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry:
Come, buy.
Will you buy any tape,
Or lace for your cape,
My dainty duck, my dear-a?
Any silk, any thread,
Any toys for your head,
Of the new'st, and fin'st, fin'st wear-a?
Come to the peddler;
Money's a meddler,
That doth utter all men's ware-a.
SWEET MUSIC
From King Henry VIII. '
Ο
RPHEUS with his lute made trees,
And the mountain-tops, that freeze,
Bow themselves, when he did sing:
To his music, plants and flowers
Ever sprung; as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.


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PHELIA-
Everything that heard him play-
Even the billows of the sea-
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart
Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
D
Queen
DOUBT NOT
From Hamlet'
OUBT thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.
Enter Horatio, with Ophelia distracted
O' Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark?
Queen-How now, Ophelia ?
DEAD AND GONE
From 'Hamlet'
Oh, ho!
Ophelia [singing] - How should I your true love know
From another one? -
-
-
By his cockle hat and staff,
And his sandal shoon.
Queen- Alas, sweet lady! what imports this song?
Ophelia - Say you? nay, pray you, mark.
[Singing]- He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his head a green grass turf,
At his heels a stone.
Queen
Ophelia -
Pray you, mark:-
[Singing]- White his shroud as the mountain snow
Enter King
- Alas! look here, my lord.
Nay, but, Ophelia —
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Ophelia -
Ο
PHELIA [sings] —
Larded with sweet flowers;
Which bewept to the grave did go,
With true-love showers.
―――
OPHELIA'S LAMENT
From Hamlet'
They bore him bare-faced on their bier;
Hey, non nonny, nonny, hey nonny:
And in his grave rained many a tear;-
-
Fare you well, my dove!
Laertes Hadst thou thy wits, and didst persuade revenge,
It could not move thus.
Ophelia
You must sing, Down a-down, an you call him a-down-a.
Oh, how the wheel becomes it! It is the false steward, that stole his
master's daughter.
Laertes - This nothing's more than matter.
Ophelia - There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you,
love, remember: and there is pansies; that's for thoughts.
Laertes - A document in madness; thoughts and remembrance
fitted.
Ophelia - There's fennel for you, and columbines; - there's rue
for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o'
Sundays: you may wear your rue with a difference. - There's a
daisy: I would give you some violets; but they withered all when
my father died. They say he made a good end.
[Sings]- For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy.
Laertes-Thought and affliction, passion, hell itself,
She turns to favor and to prettiness.
Ophelia [sings] - And will he not come again?
And will he not come again?
No, no, he is dead;
Gone to his death-bed,
He never will come again.
His beard was white as snow,
All flaxen was his poll;
He is gone, he is gone,
And we cast away moan:
God ha' mercy on his soul!
And of all Christian souls! I pray God. - God be wi' you!
[Exit Ophelia, dancing distractedly.


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F
――
Scene: A Church-Yard. Enter two Clowns with Spades, etc.
IRST CLOWN
-
- Is she to be buried in Christian burial, that
willfully seeks her own salvation?
Second Clown-I tell thee, she is; and therefore make
her grave straight: the crowner hath set on her, and finds it
Christian burial.
First Clown How can that be, unless she drowned herself in
her own defense?
Second Clown - Why, 'tis found so.
First Clown-It must be se offendendo; it cannot be else.
For here lies the point: if I drown myself wittingly, it argues an
act, and an act hath three branches,—it is, to act, to do, and to
perform: argal, she drowned herself wittingly.
Second Clown-Nay, but hear you, goodman delver.
First Clown. Give me leave. Here lies the water; good.
here stands the man; good: if the man go to this water, and
drown himself, it is, will he nill he, he goes, mark you that; but
if the water come to him, and drown him, he drowns not him-
self: argal, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not
his own life.
Second Clown But is this law?
First Clown - Ay, marry, is 't; crowner's-quest law.
Second Clown-Will you ha' the truth on 't? If this had
not been a gentlewoman, she should have been buried out of
Christian burial.
-
-
IN THE CHURCH-YARD
From Hamlet >
First Clown-Why, there thou say'st; and the more pity, that
great folk shall have countenance in this world to drown or hang
themselves, more than their even Christian. Come, my spade.
There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners, ditchers, and grave-
makers; they hold up Adam's profession.
Second Clown-Was he a gentleman?
First Clown · He was the first that ever bore arms.
Second Clown - Why, he had none.
First Clown - What, art a heathen? How dost thou under-
stand the Scripture? The Scripture says, Adam digged: could he
dig without arms? I'll put another question to thee: if thou
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SHAKESPEARE
Second Clown — Go to.
First Clown-What is he that builds stronger than either the
mason, the shipwright, or the carpenter?
Second Clown - The gallows-maker; for that frame outlives a
thousand tenants.
First Clown-I like thy wit well, in good faith: the gallows
does well; but how does it well? it does well to those that do
ill:
: now, thou dost ill to say the gallows is built stronger than
the church; argal, the gallows may do well to thee. To 't again;
come.
Second Clown-Who builds stronger than a mason, a ship-
wright, or a carpenter?
First Clown-Ay, tell me that, and unyoke.
Second Clown - Marry, now I can tell.
First Clown-To 't.
Second Clown - 'Mass, I cannot tell.
Enter Hamlet and Horatio, at a distance
First Clown-Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your
dull ass will not mend his pace with beating; and when you are
asked this question next, say, a grave-maker: the houses that he
makes last till doomsday. Go, get thee to yon'; fetch me a stoop
of liquor.
[Exit Second Clown.
First Clown [digs, and sings]
In youth, when I did love, did love,
Methought it was very sweet
To contract. Oh! the time, for, ah! my behove,
Oh! methought, there was nothing meet.
Hamlet - Has this fellow no feeling of his business, that he
sings at grave-making?
Horatio- Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
Hamlet-Tis e'en so: the hand of little employment hath the
daintier sense.
First Clown
But age, with his stealing steps,
Hath clawed me in his clutch,
And hath shipped me intill the land,
As if I had never been such.
[Throws up a skull. ]


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13213
Hamlet - That skull had a tongue in it, and could sing once:
how the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were Cain's jaw-
bone, that did the first murder! This might be the pate of a
politician, which this ass now o'er-reaches,- one that would cir-
cumvent God,- might it not?
Horatio- It might, my lord.
Hamlet-Or of a courtier, which could say, "Good-morrow,
sweet lord! How dost thou, good lord? " This might be my
lord such-a-one, that praised my lord such-a-one's horse, when
he meant to beg it, might it not?
Horatio- Ay, my lord.
Hamlet-Why, e'en so, and now my lady Worm's; chapless,
and knocked about the mazzard with a sexton's spade. Here's
fine revolution, an we had the trick to see 't. Did these bones
cost no more the breeding, but to play at loggats with them?
mine ache to think on 't.
First Clown [sings]
A pickaxe, and a spade, a spade,
For and a shrouding sheet:
Oh, a pit of clay for to be made
For such a guest is meet.
[Throws up another skull. ]
Hamlet — There's another: why may not that be the skull of
a lawyer? Where be his quiddits now, his quillets, his cases, his
tenures, and his tricks? why does he suffer this rude knave now
to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel, and will not
tell him of his action of battery? Humph! This fellow might
be in 's time a great buyer of land, with his statutes, his recog
nizances, his fines, his double vouchers, his recoveries: is this
the fine of his fines, and the recovery of his recoveries, to have
his fine pate full of fine dirt? will his vouchers vouch him no
more of his purchases, and double ones too, than the length and
breadth of a pair of indentures? The very conveyances of his
lands will hardly lie in this box; and must the inheritor himself
have no more? ha?
Horatio- Not a jot more, my lord.
Hamlet Is not parchment made of sheepskins?
Horatio- Ay, my lord, and of calfskins too.
Hamlet-They are sheep, and calves, which seek out assurance
in that. I will speak to this fellow. -Whose grave's this, sir?
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First Clown - Mine, sir.
[Sings]-Oh, a pit of clay for to be made.
For such a guest is meet.
Hamlet-I think it be thine indeed; for thou liest in 't.
First Clown-You lie out on 't, sir, and therefore it is not
yours; for my part, I do not lie in 't, and yet it is mine.
Hamlet - Thou dost lie in 't, to be in 't and say it is thine:
'tis for the dead, not for the quick; therefore, thou liest.
First Clown-'Tis a quick lie, sir: 'twill away again, fro
me to you.
Hamlet-What man dost thou dig it for?
First Clown. - For no man, sir.
Hamlet What woman, then?
First Clown
For none, neither.
Hamlet Who is to be buried in 't?
First Clown-One that was a woman, sir; but rest her soul,
she's dead.
-
――――――
Hamlet-How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the
card, or equivocation will undo us. By the Lord! Horatio, these
three years I have taken note of it: the age is grown so picked,
that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier,
he galls his kibe. How long hast thou been a grave-maker?
First Clown-Of all the days i' the year, I came to 't that day
that our last king Hamlet overcame Fortinbras.
Hamlet - How long is that since?
First Clown-Cannot you tell that? every fool can tell that.
It was the very day that young Hamlet was born: he that is
mad, and sent into England.
Hamlet-Ay, marry: why was he sent into England?
First Clown. Why, because he was mad: he shall recover his
wits there; or if he do not, 'tis no great matter there.
Hamlet-Why?
-
First Clown-Twill not be seen in him there: there, the
men are as mad as he.
Hamlet How came he mad?
First Clown-Very strangely, they say.
Hamlet How strangely?
First Clown-Faith, e'en with losing his wits.
Hamlet-Upon what ground?
First Clown - Why, here in Denmark. I have been sexton
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Hamlet-How long wi a man lie i' the art ere he rot?
First Clown-Faith, if he be not rotten before he die (as
we have many pocky corses nowadays, that will scarce hold the
laying in), he will last you some eight year, or nine year: a tan-
ner will last you nine year.
Hamlet - Why he more than another?
First Clown-Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade
that he will keep out water a great while; and your water is a
sore decayer of your whoreson dead body. Here's a skull now:
this skull hath lain i' the earth three-and-twenty years.
Hamlet-Whose was it?
First Clown-A whoreson mad fellow's it was: whose do you
think it was?
Hamlet - Nay, I know not.