ARIEL'S SONGS

From THE TEMPEST

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

HERE the bee sucks, there suck I:

WH

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!

II

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands:

Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd,

The wild waves whist,

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet Sprites, the burthen bear.

Hark, hark!

Bow-wow,

The watch-dogs bark:
Bow-wow.

Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, cock-a-diddle-dow!

III

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:
Hark! now I hear them,

Ding, dong, bell.

LULLABY FOR TITANIA

From MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

FIRST FAIRY.

OU spotted snakes with double tongue,

You

Thorny hedgehogs, 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;

Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!
Never harm, nor spell, nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh!

So good-night, with lullaby.

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

Sing in our sweet lullaby;

Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby!

Never harm, nor spell, nor charm,

Come our lovely lady nigh!

So good-night, with lullaby.

SONG OF THE FAIRY

From MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

VER hill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough brier,

Over park, over pale,

Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; These be rubies, fairy favours — In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

THE APPROACH OF THE FAIRIES

From MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

OW the hungry lion roars,

Now

And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
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 churchway paths to glide;
And we fairies, that do run,

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.