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 me,

And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here shall he see

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

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

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,
That dost not bite so nigh

As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy string is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not.

Heigh, ho sing, heigh, ho! &c.

FROM MACBETH.

FIRST WITCH.

WHERE hast thou been, sister?

Killing swine.

SECOND WITCH.

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 Tiger;
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 WITCH.

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
I 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 WITCH.

Show me, show me.

FIRST WITCH.

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

A drum, a drum;

THIRD WITCH.

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 nine; Peace! the charm's wound up.

FIRST WITCH.

WHY, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.

HECATE.

Have I not reason, beldams, as you are,
Saucy, and overbold? How did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth,
In riddles, and affairs of death;
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never call'd to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?

And which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward son,

Spiteful, and wrathful, who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now: get you gone,

And at the pit of Acheron

Meet me i'the morning; thither he
Will come to know his destiny.
Your vessels, and your spells, provide,
Your charms, and every thing beside :
I am for the air; this night I'll spend

Unto a dismal and a fatal end.

Great business must be wrought ere noon;

Upon the corner of the moon

There hangs a vaporous drop profound,

I'll catch it, ere it come to ground: