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.

FROM THE MERCHANT OF VENICE,

Tell me, where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head ?
How begot, how nourished ?

Reply, reply.

It is engender'd 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.

FROM AS YOU LIKE IT.

Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with ine,
And tune lis merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither;

Here shall he see

Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither!

Here shall he see

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,
That 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 ! &c.

FROM MACBETH.

FIRST WITCH.

WHERE hast thou been, sister?

SECOND WITCH.

Killing swine.

THIRD WITCH.

Sister, where thou?

FIRST WITCH.

A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap.
And mounch'd, and mounch'd, and mounch'd :

Give me, quoth I:
Aroint thee, witch ! the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o’the liger:
But in a sieve I'll thither sail
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, I'll do.

SECOND WITCH.

I'll give thee a wind.

FIRST WITCII.

Thou art kind.

THIRD WITCH.

And I another.

FIRST WITCH.

I myself have all the other;
And the very ports they blow,
All the quarters that they know
l' the shipman's card.
I will drain him dry as hay.
Sleep shall, neither night nor day,
Hang upon his pent-house lid;
He shall live a man forbid .
Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak, and pine:
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.
Look what I have.

SECOND WITCI.

Show me,

show me.

FIRST WITCH.

Here I have a pilot's thumb,
Wreck'd, as homeward he did come.

THIRD WITCH.

A drum, a drum;
Macbeth doth come.

ALL.

The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about;
Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine,
And thrice again to make up
Peace! the charm's wound up.

nine;

FIRST WITCH.

Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.

HECATE.

Have I not reason, beldams, as you are,
Saucy, and overhold? How did

you

dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth,