Autolycus-Dorcas-Mopsa

ET you hence, for I must go

Where it fits not you to know!

Whither? M. O whither? D. Whither?

M. It becomes thy oath full well

D.

Thou to me thy secrets tell.

Me, too, let me go thither.

M. Or thou goest to the grange or mill.

D. If to either, thou dost ill.

A. Neither. D. What, neither? A. Neither.

D. Thou hast sworn my Love to be.

M. Thou hast sworn it more to me:

-Then whither goest? say, whither?

O

RPHEUS with his lute made trees,

And the mountain tops that freeze,

Bow themselves when he did sing: To his music plants and flowers

Ever sprung, as sun and showers

There had made a lasting spring.

Every thing that heard him play,

Even the billows of the sea,

Hung their heads, and then lay by.

In sweet music is such art,

Killing care and grief of heart

Fall asleep, or hearing, die.

ELL me where is Fancy bred,

TE

Or in the heart or in the head?

How begot, how nourishéd?

-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,