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'The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris d And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,

mood: Lamenting some enforced chastity.

I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. Nor is he dead, tor aught that I can tell.

[Ereunt. Her. I pray thee, tell me then, that he is well. SCENE II.- Another part of the Wood.

Dem. And if I could, what should I get therefore?

Hor. A privilege, never to see me more.-
Enter Oberox.

And from thy hated presence part I so:
Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awakd;

See me no more, whether he be dead or no. (Eril. Then, what it was that next came in her eye,

Dem. There is no following her in this fieire rein: Which she must dote on in extremity

Here, therefore, for a while I will remain.

So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow
Enter Puck.

For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; Here comes my massenger.-How now, mad spirit? Which now, in some slight measure, it will pay, What night-rule now about this haunted grove?

If for his tender here I make some stay. (Lus dour Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.

Obe. What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken Near to her close and consecrated bower,

quite, While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,

And laid the love-juice on some true love's sight: A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,

of thy misprision must perforce ensue That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,

Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. Were met together to rehearse a play,

Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man hold. Intended for great Theseus' nuptual day.

ing troth, The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,

A million fail, confounding oath on oath. Who Pyramus presented, in their sport

Obe. About the wood go switter than the wind, Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake:

And Helena of Athens look thou find : When I did him at this advantage take,

All fancy-sicka she is, and pale of cheer, An ass's now! I fixed on his head;

With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,

By some illusion see thou bring her here; And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy, l'il charm his eyes, against she do appear. As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,

Puck. I go, I go; look how I go; Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,

Swister than arrow from the Tartar's bow. (Frit. Rising and cawing at the gun's report

Obe. Flower of this purple die, Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;

Hit with Cupid's archery, So, at his sight, away his fellows fly;

Sink in apple of his eye! And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls;

When his love he doth espy, He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.

Let her shine as gloriously Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears thus

As the Venus of the sky.-strong,

When thou wak'st, if she be by,
Made senseless things begin to do them wrong:

Beg of her for remedy.
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;
Some, sleeves; some, hats: from yielders all things

Re-enter Puck.

Puck. Captain of our fairy band, I led them on in this distracted fear,

Helena is here at hand; And left sweet Pyramus translated there:

And the youth, mistook by me, When in that moment, (so it came to pass,)

Pleading for a lover's fee; Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass.

Shall we their fond pageant see? Obe. This falls out better than I could devise.

0, what fools these mortals be! But hast thou yet latch’ds the Athenian's eyes

Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?

Will cause Demetrius to awake. Puck. I took him sleeping - that is finish'd too,

Puck. Then will two at once, wço one And the Athenian woman by his side;

That must needs be sport alone; That, when he wak’d, of force she must be ey'd.

And those things do best please me, Enter DEMETRIUS and HERMIA.

That befal preposterously. Obe. Stand close; this is the same Athenian.

Enter LYSANDER and HELEYA. Pluck. This is the woman, but not this the man. Lys. Why should you think, that I should sol Dem. (), why rebuke you him that loves you so?

in scorn? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Scorn and derision never come in tears: Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worsc; Look, when I vow, I weer; and vows so born, For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. In their nativity all truth appears. If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,

How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?' And kill me too.

Hel. You do advance your cunning more an The sun was not so true unto the day,

more. As he to me: Would he have stol'n away

When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! From sleeping llermia? I'll believe as soon, These vows are Hermia's: Will you give her o'er This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothin May through the centre creep, and so displease

weigh: Her brother's noontide with the antipodes.

Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, It cannot be but thou hast murder'd him;

Will even weigh; and both as light as tales. So should a murderer look; so dead, so grim. Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so should I,

Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give ha Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty:

o'er. Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.

Dem. (Awaking:10 Helen, goddess, nymp! Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he?

perfect divine! Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?

To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne! Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds. Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'sť me past Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow ! the bounds

That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, Of maiden patioune. Hast thou slain him then? Fannd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, Henceforth be never number'd among men!

When thou hold'st up thy hand: () let me kiss 0! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake;

This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss! Durst thou have look'd upon bim, being awake, Hel. () spite! O hell! I see you all are bent And hast thou kill'd him sleeping ? o brave touch! To set against me, for your merriment. Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?

If you were civil, and knew courtesy, An adder did it; for with doubler tongue

You would not do me thus much injury.
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.

Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
• Slunple fellows.
• Infected.

1 Mistaken. Love-sick. Cnuntapat

But you must join, in souls, to mock me too? But by your setting on, by your consent?
If you were men, as men you are in show,

What though I be not so in grace as you,
You would not use a gentle lady so;

So hung upon with love, so fortunate;
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, But miserable most, to love unlov'd ?"
When, I am sure, you hate ine with your hearts, This you should pity, rather than despise.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia;

Her. I understand not what you mean by this. And now both rivals, to mock Helena :

Hel. Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks, A tnm esploit, a manly enterprise,

Make mows upon me when I turn my back; To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes,

Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up: With your derision! none, of noble sort,

This sport, "well carried, shall be chronicled.
Would so offend a virgin; and extort

If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. You would not make me such an argument.

Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius: be not so; But fare ye well: 'tis partly mine own fauit;
For you love Hermia; this, you know, I know: Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy.
And here, with all good will, with all my heart, Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse;
In Hermia's love 1 yield you up my part;

My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena! And yours of Helena to me bequeath,

Hel. O excellent! Whom I do love, and will do to my death.


Sweet, do not scorn her so. Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel. Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none: Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she ele lfe'er I loved her, all that love is gone.

treat; Ny beart with her, but as guest-wise, sojourn'd; Thy threats have no more strength than her weak And now to Helen is it home return'd,

prayers.There to remain.

Helen, I love thee; by my life. I do;
Helen, it is not so.

I swear by that which I will lose for thee,
Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, to prove him false, that says I love thee not.
Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.

Dem. I say, I love thee more than he can do. Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it tno.

Dem. Quick, come,,


Lysander, whereto tends all this? Ho. Dark night, that from the eye his function Lys. Away, you Ethiop! takes,


No, no, sir :-he w II The ear more quick of apprehension makes; Seem to break loose; take on, as you would follow: Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,

But yet come not; you are a tame man, go! It pays the bearing double recompense :

Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr: vile thing, Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;

let loose; Mine ear, I thank it. brought me to thy sound. Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent. But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?

Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change Lys. Why should he stay, wbom love doth press

is this, to go?

Sweet love? Her. What love could press Lysander from my Lys. Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, out! side?

Her. Do you not jest ? Lạs. Lysander's love, that would not let him bide, Hel.

Yes, 'sooth; and so do you. Fair Helena: who more engilds the night

Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. Than all yon fiery oess and eyes of light.

Dem, I would, I had your bond; for, I perceive, Why seekst thou me? could not this make thee A weak bond holds you ; I'll not trust your word. know,

Lys. What should I hurt her, strike her, kill The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so?

her dead? Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be. Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy!

Her. What, can you do me greater harm, than Sow I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three,

hate? To fashion this false sport in spite of me.

Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love ? Injurious Hermia: most ungrateful maid ! Am not 1 Hermia ? Are not you Lysander? Have you conspir'd, have you with these contrivd I am as fair now, as I was erewhile. To bait me with this foul derision?

Since night, you lov'd me, yet, since night you left L all the counsel that we two have shar'd, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, Why, then you left me-O, the gods forbid ! When we have chid the hasty-footed time

In earnest, shall I say? For parting us.-0, and is all forgot ?


Ay, by my life ;
Al school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? And never did desire to see thee more.
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,

Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt,
Hare with our peelds & created both one flower, Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, That I do hate thee, and love Helena.
Both warbling of one song, both in one key;

Her. () me! you juggler! you canker blossom!
As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, You thief of love! what, have you come by nigbt
Had been incorporate. So we grew together, And stol’n my love's heart from him?
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted:


Fine, i'faith. But yet a union in partition,

Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem:

No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear So with two seeming bodies, but one heart; Impaitent answers from my gentle tongue? Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,

Fie, fie!

you counterfeit, you puppet you! Due bat to one, and crowned with one crest: Her. Puppet! why so! Ay, that way goes the And will you rent our ancient love asunder,

game. To join with men in scorning your poor friend? Now I perceive that she hath made compare It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:

Between our statures, she hath urg'd her height Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it; And with her personage, her tall personage, Though I alone do feel the injury.

Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.Her. I am amazed at your passionate words: And are you grown so high in his esteem, I korn you not; it seems that you scorn me. Because I am so dwarfish, and so low! Il. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, How low am I, thou painted maypole ? speak; To follow me, and praise my eyes and face ? How low am I? I am not yet so low, And made your other love, Demetrius,

But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. (Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,) Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gentleTo call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare,

men, Precions, celestial ?' Wherefore speaks he this

Let her not hurt me: I was never curst;3
To her he hates! and wherefore doth Lysander I have no gift at all in shrewishness;
Deny your love, so rich within his soul,

I am a right maid for my cowardice;
And tender me, forsooth, affection;

Let her not strike me: you, perhaps, may think, * Beartily.

• Pay dearly for it. • Wry faces. Aworm that preys on buds of flowers • Ingenious. • Needles.

• Shrewish or nischievous.


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her part.

Because she's something lower than myself, Fornight's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, 'That I can match her.

And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; Her.

Lower! hark, again! At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me.

there, I evermore did love you, Hermia,

Troop home to church-yards: damned spirits all, Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you; That in crossways and floods have burial, Save, that, in love unto Demetrius,

Already to their woriny beds are gone; I told him of your stealth unto this wood:

For fear lest day should look their shames upon, He followed you; for love, I follow'd him:

They wilfully themselves exile from light, But he hath chid me hence; and threaten'd me And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill ine tou:

Obe. But we are spirits of another sort: And now, so you will let me quiet go,

I with the Morning's Love: have oft made sport; To Athens will I bear my folly back,

And, like a forester, the groves may tread, And follow you no further: Let me go:

Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red, You see how simple and how fondo I am.

Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Her. Why, get you gone: Who is't that hinders Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams.

But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay:
Hel. A foolish heart that I leave here behind. We may effect this business yet ere dav. [Erit 08.
Her. What, with Lysander?

Puck. Up and down, up and down;
With Demetrius.

I will lead them up and down:
Lys. Be not afraid : she shall not harm thee, I am fear'd in field and town;

Goblin, lead them up and down.
Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you take Here comes one.

Hel. O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd:
She was a vixen, when she went to school;

Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? Speak And, though she be but little, she is fierce.

thou now. Her. Little again? nothing but low and little?- Puck. Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where Why will you suffer her to fout me thus?

art thou? Let me come to her.

Lys. I will be with thee straight.
Get you gone, you dwarf; Puck.

Follow me then
You minimus, of hind'ring knot-grass. inade; To plainer ground.
You bead, you acorn.

[Exit LYSANDER, as following the voice. Dem. You are too officious

In her behalf that scorn your services.
Let her alone; speak not of Helena;


Lysander! speak again Take not her part: for if thou dost intend

'Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou med! Never so little show of love to her,

Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy Thou shalt aby it.

head? Lys. Now, she holds me not;

Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, Now follow, if thou dar’st, to try whose right, Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, Or thine or mine, is most in Helena.

And wilt not come ? come, recreant; coine, thou Dem. Follow ? nay, I'll go with thee cheek by

child; jole.

(E.reunt Lys. and Den. I'll whip thee with a rod: He is defild, Her. You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you : That draws a sword on thee. Nav, go not back.


Yea; art thou there! Hel. I will not trust you, I;

Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood Nor longer stay in your curst company.


[Ereunl. Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray;

Re-enter LYSANDER. My legs are longer though, to run away. (Exit. Her. I am amaz'd, and know not what to say. Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on;

[Erit, pursuing HELENA. When I come where he calls, then he is gone. Obe. This is thy negligence: still thou mistak’st, The villain is much lighter heeld than 1: Or else commit'st ihy knaveries wilfully:

I follow'd fast, but faster he did dy; Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. That fallen am I in dark uneven way, Did not you tell me, I should know the man And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day. By the Athenian garments he had on?

(Lies doron. And so far blameless proves my enterprize,

For if but once thou show me thy grey light, That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes:

l'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. (Sleeps. And so far am I glad it so did sort,

Re-enter Puck and DEMETRIUS. As this their jangling I esteem a sport.

Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to fight : Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho! Coward, why com’st thou Hie, therefore, Robin, overcast the night;

not? The starry welkin cover thou anon

Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well I wot, With drooping fog, as black as Acheron;

Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place; And lead these testy rivals so astray,

And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. As one come not within another's way.

Where art thou? Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, Puck.

Come hither; I am here. Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong ;

Dem. Nay, then, thou mock'st me. Thou shalt And sometime rail thou like Demetrius;

buy this dear, And from each other look thou lead them thus, If ever I thy face by daylight see: Till o'er their brows death counterfeiting sleep Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep: To measure out my length on this cold bed.Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye;

By day's approach look to be visited. Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,

(Lies down and sleep To take from thence all error, with his might,

And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight.
When they next wake all this derision

Hel. O weary night, o long and tedious night, Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision;

Abate thy hours: shine, comforts, from the east And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, That I may back to Athens, by day-light, With league, whose date till death shall never end.

From these that my poor company detest:Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,

And, sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's cyc. I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy;

Steal me awhile from mine own company. I Sleep And then I will her charmed eye release

Puck. Yet but three? Come one more, From monster's view, and all things shall be peace. Two of both kinds, make up four. Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with haste, Here she comes, curst and sad: Foolish.

Cupid is a knavish lad, • Anciently, knot-grass was believed to prevent the

Thus to make poor females mad. growth of children. * Pretend. & Go.

Cephalus, the paramour of Aurora

Her. Never so weary, never so in woe,

Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers:
I can no further crawl, no further go;

My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
Here will I rest me till the break of day.
Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!

(Lies down.
Puck. On the ground

Sleep sound:
I'll apply

To your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.

(Squeezing the juice on LYSANDER's eya

When thou wak'st,
Thou tak'st
True delight

In the sight
Of thy former lady's eye:
And the country proverb known,
That every man should take his own,
In your waking shall be shown:

Jack shall have Jill;

Nought shall go ill;
The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be


[Exit Puck.- DEM., HEL., &e, sleep


SCENE I.-The same.

I then did ask of her her changeling child; Enler TITANIA and BOTTOM, Fairies attending:

Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sen

To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
OBERON behind unseen.

And now I have the boy, I will undo
Tile. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, This hateful imperfection of her eyes.
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,

And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, From off the head of this Athenian swain;

And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. That he awaking when the others do,
Bef. Where's Peas-blossom?'

May all to Athens back again repair;
Peas. Ready.

And think no more of this night's accidents, Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.- Where's But as the fierce vexation of a dream. monsieur Cobweb?

But first I will release the fairy queen. Cob. Ready.

Be, as thou wast wont to be, BH. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsicur,get your

[Touching her eyes with an herb. Feapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped See, as thou wast wont to sce: bumble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good mon- Dian's bud o'er Cupid's tlower seur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret your- Hath such force and blessed power. self too much in the action, monsieur; and, good Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not: I Tita. My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Fould be loath to have you overflown with a honey- Methought, I was enamord of an ass. bez, signior.-Where's monsieur Mustard-seed? Obe. There lies your love. Musi. Ready.


How came these things to pass ? Bt. Give me your nief,« monsieur Mustard-seed. O, how mine eyes do loath his visage now! Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur. Obe. Silence, a while.- Robin, take off this head. Mist. What's your will!

Titania, music call; and strike more dead Bul. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. Cabeeb to scratch. I must to the barber's, mon- Tita. Music, ho! music, such as charmcth sleep. seur; for, mcthinks, I am marvellous hairy about Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own the face: and I am such a tender ass, if my hair fool's eyes peep. da bat tickle me, I must scratch.

Obe. Sound, music. [Slill music.] Come, my Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my queen, take hands with me, sweet love!

And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. Ba. I have a reasonable good ear in music: let Now thou and I are new in amily; I have the longs and the bones.

And will, to-inorrow midnight, solemnly,
TVA. OT, say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat. Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly,

Bi. Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch And bless it to all fair posterity :
four dry good oats. Methinks I have a great de-There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
site to a bottle of hay; good hay, sweet hay hath Wedded, with 'Theseus, all in jollity.
Do fellow.

Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark;
Tite. I have a venturous fairy.that shall seek I do hear the morning lark.
The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.

Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad,
Bof. I had rather have a handful, or two, of dried Trip we after the night's shade:
peas, But I pray you, let none of your people stir We the globe can compass soon,
me: I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Switter than the wand ring moon.

Tua. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Titu. Come, my lord; and in our flight,
Furies, begone, and be all ways away.

Tell me how it coine this night,

(Ereunt Fairies. That I sleeping here was found, Ra doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle, With these mortals, on the ground. [Exeunt. Cently entwist,- the female ivy so

(Horns sound within. Barings the barky fingers of the elm. 0, how I love thee! how I dote on theo !

Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUs, and train.

(They sleep The. Go, one of you, find out the forester;OBERON advances. Enter Puck.

For now our observation is perform'd;.

And since we have the vaward of the day, Obe. Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this My love shall hear the music of my hounds.sweet sight?

Uncouple in the western valley; go:Per dotage now I do begin to pity.

Despatch. I say, and find the forester.For meeting her of late, behind the wood,

We will, fair quoen, up to the mountain's top, Seeking sweet savors for this hateful fool,

And mark the musical confusion I od upbraid her, and fall out with her:

Of hounds and echo in conjunction. For she his hairy

temples then had rounded Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, Wah coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers; When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear And that same dew, which sometime on the buds With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear Was wont to swell. like round and orient pearls, Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves, Stool now within the pretty flowrets' eyes, The skies, the fountains, every region near Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her,

So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. And she, in mild terms; begg'd my patience, The. My hounds are bred vut of the Spartan kind, • Stroke. . list.

1 Forepart.

So flew'd," so sanded; and their heads are hung Dem.

It seems to me, With ears that sweep away the morning dew; That yet we sleep, we dream - Do not you thinis, Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls; The duke was here, and bid us follow him? Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Her. Yea; and my father. Each under each. A cry more tuneable


And Hippolyta. Was never holla'd' to, nor cheer'd with horn,

Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:

Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow Judge when you hear.- But, soft; what nymphs

him; are these?

And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep:

(Exeunt. And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is;

As they go out, Bottom awakes.
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena.
I wonder of their being here together.

Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will The. No doubt they rose up carly, to observe answer:--my next is, Most fair Pyramus.-- Hey, The rite of May; and, hearing our intent,

ho! - Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Came here in grace of our solemnity.

Snout, the linker! Starveling! God's my life! But, speak, Egeus; is not this the day

stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a That Hermia should give answer of her choice ? most rare vision. I have had a drcam,- past the Ege. It is, my lord.

wit of man to say what dream it was: Man is but The. Go, bid "he huntsmen wake them with their an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. horns.

Methought I was- there is no man can tell what.

Methought I was, and methought I had,- But Horns and shouts within. DEMETRIUS, LYSANDER, man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say

HERMIA, and HELENA, wake and start up. what methought I had. The eye of man bath The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's past;

hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?

nor his heart to report, what my drea.n was. I Lys. Pardon, my lord.

will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this ' [ He and the rest kneel to Theseus it hath no bottom;

and I will sing it in the latter

dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, because The.

I pray you all, stand

up. I know you are two rival enemies;

end of the play, before the duke! Peradventure, to How comes this gentle concord in the world,

make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her That hatred is so far from jealousy,


(Eseunt. To slcep by hate, and fear no enmity ?

SCENE II.-Athens. A Room in Quince's House Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, Half sleep, half waking: But as yet, I swear

Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, Sroot, and STARTELING. I cannot truly say how I came here: But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,

Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house? is be

come home yet? And now I do bethink me, so it is,)

Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he I came with Hermia hither: our intent

is transported. Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be

Flu. If he come not, then the play is marred; It Without the peril of the Athenian law. Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have goes not forward, doth it?

Quin. It is not possible: you have not a man in enough:

all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he. I beg the law, the law, upon his head. They would have stoln away, they would, Deme- handicraft man in Athens.

Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any trius,

Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is Thereby to have defeated you and me: You, of your wife; and me, of my consent;

a very paramour, for a sweet voice.

Flu. You must say paragon: a paramour is, Of my consent that she should be your wife.

God bless us, a thing of nought.
Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
Of this their purpose hither to this wood;

Enter Snug.
And I in fury hither follow'd them;
Fair Helena in fancyfollowing me.

Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,

temple, an there is two or three lords and ladies (But by some power it is,) my love to Hermia,

more married : if our sport had gone forward, we

had all been made men. Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now As the remembrance of an idle gawd,

Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath be lost Which in my childhood I did dote upon:

six-pence a day during his life; he could not have And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,

'scaped sixpence a-day: an the duke had not given The object, and the pleasure of mine eye,

him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be Is only Helena. To her, my lord,

hanged; he would have deserved it: sixpence a-day, Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia:

in Pyramus, or nothing. But, like in sickness, did I loath this food;

Now do I wish it, love it, long for it,
And will for evermore be true to it.

Bot. Where are these lads? where are these hearts! The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:

Quin. Bottom!-0 most couragcous day! 0 of this discourse we more will hear anon.- most happy hour! Egeus, I will overbear your will;

Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask For in the temple by and by with us,

me not what; for, if I tell you, I am no true Athe These couples shall eternally be knit.

nian. I will tell you every thing, right as it fell out. And, for the morning now is something worn,

Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom. Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.-

Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you, Away, with us, to Athens : Three and three,

is, that the duke hath dined: Get your apparelti We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.

gether; good strings to your beards, new ribbon Come, Hippolyta.

to your pumps; meet presently at the palace [Exeunt Tue., HiP., EGE., and train. every man look o'er his part; for, the short and Dem. These things seem small and undistinguish- the long is, our play is preferred. In any case lel able,

Thisby have clean linen; and let not him thal Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.

plays the lion, pare his nails, for they shall hang Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted eye. eat no onions, nor garlic for we are to utter swee

out for the lion's claws. And, most dear actors When every thing seems double. Hel.

So methinks:

breath; and, i do not doi bt, but to hear them say And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,

it is a sweet comedy. No more words; away; go Mine own, and not mine own.


(Ereunu • The flews are the large chaps of a hound. a Love.

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