And pity, like a naked new-born babe, - I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only 85. Witches. - Act IV. Sc. I. A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder. 1st Witch. Thrice the brinded cat hath mewed. 2nd Witch. Thrice; and once the hedge-pig whined. 3rd Witch. Ist Witch. Harpier cries: 'Tis time, 'tis time. All. All. In the caldron boil and bake: D. SONGS. 86. 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. The Tempest. Act V. Sc. 1. 87. THE FAIRY TO PUCK. Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Thorough flood, thorough fire, In those freckles live their savors: Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Sc. 1. 88. SONNET XCIX. The forward violet thus did I chide; Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells, If not from my love's breath? The purple pride Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells, In my love's veins thou hast too grossly dyed. More flowers I noted, yet I none could see, CHAPTER VIII. THE SHAKSPEARIAN DRAMATISTS. BEN JONSON. 1573-1637. (Manual, p. 152.) 89. FROM THE SAD SHEPHERD; OR, A TALE of Robin Hood. Alken, an old Shepherd, instructs Robin Hood's men how to find a Witch, and how she is to be hunted. Alken. Within a gloomy dimble' she doth dwell, Down in a pit o'ergrown with brakes and briars, Close by the ruins of a shaken abbey, Torn with an earthquake down unto the ground, As fearful, and melancholic, as that She is about; with caterpillars' kells, And knotty cobwebs, rounded in with spells. Down to the drownéd lands of Lincolnshire; To make ewes cast their lambs, swine eat their farrow; Writhe children's wrists, and suck their breath in sleep; Get vials of their blood; and where the sea Wherewith she kills; where the sad mandrake grows, And martegan; 2 the shrieks of luckless owls, 1 Dingle, or dell. 2 A kind of lily. 3 Bats. The scaly beetles, with their habergeons That make a humming murmur as they fly; There, in the stocks of trees, white fays do dwell, And mount the sphere of fire, to kiss the moon; 4 Seals, or talismans. 90. FROM Sejanus. Sejanus, the morning he is condemned by the Senate, receives some tokens which presage his death. Ter. Min. Sej. Ter. Sej. SEJANUS, POMPONIUS, MINUTIUS, TERENTIUS, &c. Are these things true? Thousands are gazing at it in the streets. What's that? Minutius tells us here, my lord, That a new head being set upon your statue, Of a great ball was seen to roll along The troubled air, where yet it hangs unperfect, No more. Send for the tribunes: we will straight have up We pray you go for Cotta, Latiaris, Trio the consul, or what senators You know are sure, and ours. You, my good Natta, The time of proof comes on. Arm all our servants, And without tumult. You, Pomponius, Hold some good correspondence with the consul⚫ Attempt him, noble friend. These things begin If you will, destinies, that after all I faint now ere I touch my period, * You are but cruel; and I already have done Things great enough. All Rome hath been my slave; The senate sat an idle looker-on, And witness of my power; when I have blushed More to command, than it to suffer; all The fathers have sat ready and prepared To give me empire, temples, or their throats, When I would ask them; and (what crowns the top) Jove but my equal, Cæsar but my second. 'Tis then your malice, Fates, who (but your own) BEAUMONT, 1586-1615, and FLETCHER, 1576-1625. (Manual, p. 157.) 91. FROM THE FAITHFUL SHEPHERDess. Clorin, a Shepherdess, watching by the grave of her Lover, is found by a Satyr. Clor. Hail, holy earth, whose cold arms do embrace The truest man that ever fed his flocks By the fat plains of fruitful Thessaly. Of love all sports, delights, and jolly games, Since thou art far away, by whose dear side |