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, It is engender'd in the eyes, 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 Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; No enemy, But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And pleas'd with what he gets, No enemy, But winter and rough weather. 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, As friend remember'd not. Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! &c. A sailor's wife had chesnuts in her lap. Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger: But in a sieve I'll thither sail And, like a rat without a tail, I myself have all the other; All the quarters that they know I will drain him dry as hay. SECOND WITCH. Show me, show me. FIRST WITCH. Here I have a pilot's thumb, A drum, a drum; THIRD WITCH. Macbeth doth come. ALL. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Thus do go about, about; Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, FIRST WITCH. WHY, how now, Hecate ! you look angerly. HECATE. Have I not reason, beldams, as you are, |