He hath a stern look, but a gentle heart: Give life to yours. Hub. Arth. Is there no remedy? Hub. Come, boy, prepare yourself. None, but to lose your eyes. Arth. O heaven, that there were but a mote in yours, A grain, a dust, a gnat, a wandering hair, Any annoyance in that precious sense! Then, feeling what small things are boisterous there, Hub. Is this your promise? go to, hold your tongue. Hub. I can heat it, boy. Arth. No, in good sooth; the fire is dead with grief, Being create for comfort, to be used In undeserved extremes: see else yourself; There is no malice in this burning coal; The breath of heaven hath blown his spirit out And strew'd repentant ashes on his head. Hub. But with my breath I can revive it, boy. Deny their office: only you do lack That mercy which fierce fire and iron extends, Hub. Well, see to live; I will not touch thine eye Yet am I sworn and I did purpose, boy, Arth. O, now you look like Hubert! all this while Peace; no more. Adieu. Hub. Arth. O heaven! I thank you, Hubert. Hub. Silence; no more: go closely in with me: Much danger do I undergo for thee. (From "HAMLET") To be, or not to be: that is the question: [Exeunt. To sleep: perchance to dream: aye, there's the rub; That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time. The insolence of office, and the spurns The undiscover'd country from whose bourn And makes us rather bear those ills we have Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, (From "THE TEMPEST") 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. (From "Two GENTLEMEN OF Verona") WHO IS SILVIA? WHO is Silvia? what is she, That all our swains commend her? Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven 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, She excels each mortal thing (From "THE MERCHANT OF VENICE") TELL me where is fancy bred, It is engender'd in the eyes, Let us all ring fancy's knell; All. Ding, dong, bell. (From "As You Like It") BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND BLOW, 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, Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd 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. (From "TWELFTH NIGHT") DIRGE OF LOVE COME away, come away, Death, My part of death no one so true Not a flower, not a flower sweet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown; Lay me, O where Sad true lover never find my grave, CARPE DIEM O MISTRESS mine, where are you roaming? Trip no further, pretty sweeting, What is love? 'tis not hereafter; |