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How many things by seasons season'd are
To their right praise and true perfection! 9-v. 1.

126
Do but note a wild and wanton herd,
Or race of youthful and unhandled colts,
Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud,
Which is the hot condition of their blood;
If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound,
Or any air of music touch their ears,
You shall perceive them make a mutual stand,
Their savage eyes turn’d to a modest gaze,
By the sweet power of music : Therefore, the poet
Did feign, that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and

floods;
Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage,
But music for the time doth change his nature :*
The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night,
And his affections dark as Erebus :
Let no such man be trusted.

9-v. 1.

127

This music crept by me upon the waters ;
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
With its sweet air.

1-i. 2.

128 O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention. 20-i. Chorus.

129

Our poesy is as a gum, which oozes
From whence 'tis nourish'd: The fire i' the flint
Shows not, till it be struck; our gentle flame
Provokes itself, and, like the current, flies
Each bound it chafes.t

27-i. 1.

* Such is the general character of music. † Perhaps, the sense is, that having touched on one subject, it flies off in quest of another. Old copy reads chases.

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130
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that (silver;
The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water, which they beat, to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all description : she did lie
In her pavilion (cloth of gold of tissue),
O’erpicturing that Venus, where we see,
The fancy out-work nature; on each side her,
Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids,
With diverse-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem
To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool,
And what they undid, did.*..
Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides,
So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes,
And made their bends adornings : at the helm
A seeming mermaid steers; the silken tackle
Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands,
That yarely framet the office.

From the barge
A strange invisible perfume hits the sense
Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast
Her people out upon her; and Antony,
Enthroned in the market-place, did sit alone,
Whistling to the air; which, but for vacancy,
Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too,
And made a gap in nature.

30ii. 2.

131 Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds, The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands, Traitors ensteep'd to clog the guiltless keel, As having sense of beauty, do omit Their mortal natures, letting go safely by The divine Desdemona.

37-. 1. 132 0, it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it;

* Added to the warmth they were intended to diminish. | Readily perform.

The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe pronounced
The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass.*

1-iii. 3.

133
Come, shall we go and kill us venison ?
And yet it irks me, the poor dappled fools,-
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should, in their own contines, with forked heads
Have their round haunches gored. ...

Indeed, my lord,
The melancholy Jaques grieves at that.-
To-day, my lord of Amiens, and myself,
Did steal behind him, as he lay along
Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out
Upon the brook, that brawls along this wood:
To the which place a poor sequester'd stag,
That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt,
Did come to languish ; and, indeed, my lord,
The wretched animal heaved forth such groans,
That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat
Almost to bursting; and the big round tears
Coursed one another down his innocent nose
In piteous chase: and thus the hairy fool,
Much marked of the melancholy Jaques,
Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook,
Augmenting it with tears..

But what said Jaques ?
Did he not moralize this spectacle?...

O, yes, into a thousand similes.
First, for his weeping in the needlesst stream;
Poor deer, quoth he, thou mak'st a testament
As worldlings do, giving thy sum of more
To that which had too much: Then, being alone,
Left and abandon'd of his velvet friends;
'Tis right, quoth he; thus misery doth part
The flux of company: Anon, a careless herd,
Full of the pasture, jumps along by him,
And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques,
Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ;

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* The deep pipe told it me in a rough bass sound. † The stream that wanted not a supply of moisture.

'Tis just the fashion: Wherefore do you look poor and broken bankrupt there?

Upon that

134

10-ii. 1.

I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once,
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear
Such gallant chiding ;* for, besides the groves,
The skies, the fountains, every region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

135

7-iv. 1.

My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
So flew'd,t so sanded;‡ and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls;
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells,
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn.

136

7-iv. 1.

Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them,
And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.

137

12-Induction, 2.

I with the Morning's Love) have oft made sport;
And, like a forester, the groves may tread,
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams.

138

As free as mountain winds.

139

7-iii. 2.

1-i. 2.

These are the forgeries of jealousy:

And never, since the middle summer's spring,||

Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,

* Sound.

†The flews are the large chaps of a hound.

So marked with small spots.
Cephalus, the paramour of Aurora.
Midsummer shoots, second spring.

By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,
Or on the beached margent of the sea,

To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land,
Have every pelting* river made so proud,
That they have overborne their continents :t
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn
Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard :
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
The crows are fatted with the murrain flock;
The nine men's morrist is fill'd up with mud;
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green,
For lack of tread, are undistinguishable;
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest :-
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound :8
And thorough this distemperature,ll we see
The seasons alter; hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose;
And on old Hyem's chin, and icy crown,
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds,
Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer,
The chilling | autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries : and the 'mazed world,
By their increase, ** now knows not which is which.

7-ii. 2. 140

I see, queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,

* Petty.

| Banks which contain them. J A game played by boys.

That the moon does create tides in the atmosphere, as well as in the sea, is the opinion of several eminent modern philosophers.

| Perturbation of the elements.
iT Autumn producing flowers unseasonably.

** Produce.

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