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Zapolya
( Act II, Scene I, lines 65-80) A sunny shaft did I behold,
From sky to earth it slanted :
And poised therein a bird so bold--
Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted ! He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he trolled
Within that shaft of sunny mist ;
His eyes of fire, his beak of gold,
All else of amethyst ! And thus he sang : `Adieu ! adieu !
Love`s dreams prove seldom true.
The blossoms they make no delay :
The sparkling dew-drops will not stay.
Sweet month of May,
We must away ;
Far, far away !
To-day ! to-day !` ---------------------------- Hunting Song (Act IV, Scene II, lines 56-71) Up, up ! ye dames, ye lasses gay !
To the meadows trip away.
`Tis you must tend the flocks this morn,
And scare the small birds from the corn.
Not a soul at home may stay :
For the shepherds must go
With lance and bow
To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day. Leave the hearth and leave the house
To the cricket and the mouse :
Find grannam out a sunny seat,
With babe and lambkin at her feet.
Not a soul at home must stay :
For the shepherds must go
With lance and bow
To hunt the wolf in the woods to-day.
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