|C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the Worlds Best Literature.|
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
|Songs and Their Settings|
Falstaff Tormented by the Supposed Fairies
|By William Shakespeare (15641616)|
|EVANSLock hand in hand; yourselves in order set;|
|And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be,|
|To guide our measure round about the tree.|
|But stay! I smell a man of middle earth.|
| Falstaff [to himself]Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy, lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!|| 5|
| PistolVile worm, thou wast oerlooked even in thy birth.|
| QueenWith trial-fire touch me his finger-end:|
|If he be chaste, the flame will back descend,|
|And turn him to no pain; but if he start,|
|It is the flesh of a corrupted heart.|| 10|
| PistolA trial! come.|
Evans Come, will this wood take fire?
[They burn Falstaff with their tapers.]
| FalstaffOh, oh, oh!|
Queen Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire!
|About him, fairies, sing a scornful rhyme;|
|And as you trip, still pinch him to your time.|
SONG BY ONE Fie on sinful fantasy!
| Fie on lust and luxury!|
| Lust is but a bloody fire,|
| Kindled with unchaste desire,|
| Fed in heart; whose flames aspire,|
| As thoughts do blow them higher and higher.|| 20|
CHORUS Pinch him, fairies, mutually;
| Pinch him for his villainy;|
| Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about,|
| Till candles, and starlight, and moonshine be out!|