For a Musical Ye're welcome all. A hundred thousand wel- comes. Put on Your boldest suit of mirth, for we have friends Pray you, bid these unknown friends to's wel come. WINTER'S TALE, iv, 4. Give them friendly welcome every one; Then follow me and give me audience, friends. JULIUS CÆSAR, iii, 2. All my skill shall beg but honest laughter. Randolph, ARISTIPPUS. Whilst I sit meditating on that celestial harmony I go to. HENRY VIII, iv, 2. May bring his plain-song and have an hour of hearing. You hear her? Or is this the play HENRY VIII, i, 3. Horace, ODES, iii, 4. Program. And certain stars shot madly from their spheres For a Musical To hear the sea-maid's music. MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM, ii, 1. But that which did please me beyond anything in the whole world was the wind-musick . . . which is so sweet that it ravished me, and indeed in a word, did wrap up my soul so that made me really sick, just as I have formerly been when in love with my wife! Pepys, DIARY, Feb. 27, 1668. Sir Gilb. In earnest, does this Puppy really pretend to sing? Fran. Much as he pretends to Wit, Sir, he can make a noise at least. Sir Gilb. But the whelp has no voice. Fran. O Sir, that's out of fashion; your best masters seldom have any. Cibber, THE Refusal, iv. Charlotte. The Cantata, dear Mr. Witling, the Cibber, THE Refusal, iv. Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast, Congreve, Mourning Bride, i, 1. Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie. Milton, ARCADES. In what key shall a man take you to go song? Then go we near her, that her ear lose nothing. 2 MUCH ADO, iii, 1. For a Musical What harmony is this? My good friends, hark! Program. TEMPEST, iii, 3. Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. JULIUS CESAR, iii, 2. Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear. Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul Milton, COMUS. I was all ear, Milton, COмUS. And took in strains that might create a soul No season now for calm familiar talk. Pope, ILIAD, xxii. Chromatic tortures soon shall drive them hence. Pope, DUNCIAD, iv. Music her soft, assuasive voice applies. Pope, ST. CECILIA'S DAY. Time elaborately thrown away. Young, THE LAST Day, i. Program. I have a little studied physic; but now, I'm all For a Musical for music .. as Plato holds your music and so does wise Pythagoras, I take it is your true rap ture. B. Jonson, VOLPONE, iii, 2. They held opinion that the sweetness of music did recreate the spirits, and the heart did undertake to love. Sir Antonie of Guevara, FAMILIAR EPISTLES. What dances shall we have To wear away this long age of three hours? MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM, V, 1. Which of you all ROMEO AND JULIET, i, 5. Will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty, What a sweep of vanity comes this way! They dance! TIMON OF ATHENS, i, 1. She sings like one immortal, and she dances PERICLES, V (Gower). Our dance of custom . . . let us not forget. MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, v, 5. Therefore put you in your best array! AS YOU LIKE IT, V, 2. Since things in motion sooner catch the eye TROILUS AND CRESSIDA, iii, 3. Come, lady, come. Farewell, my friend. WINTER'S TALE, iv, 4. The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light. Shakspere, VENUS AND ADONIS. Dances. Dances. Masked Ball. I'll charm the air to give a sound, MACBETH, iv, I. He capers, he dances, he has eyes of youth. MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, iii, 2. Revels, dances, masks and merry hours LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST, iv, 3. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that. WINTER'S TALE, iv, 4. And here I danced with them and had a good supper, and as merry as I could be. Who comes so fast in silence of the night? A friend! what friend? your name I pray you, MERCHANT OF VENICE, v, I. Pray you, bid these unknown friends to's wel come. The gallants shall be tasked, WINTER'S TAle, iv, 4. For, ladies, we will every one be mask'd. LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST, v, 2. |