And so, with shrieks, She melted into air. Shakespeare.Winters Tale, Act III. Scene 3. (Antigonus when leaving the babe Perdita in a desert country.)
Vanish, vanishand never let me see that uncomfortable face of thine, till thou canst shew me a shilling of thy own getting. Colley Cibber.The Rival Fools, Act I. Scene 1.