name his name; and tell them plainly, he is Snug the joiner. Qi Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard things; that is, to bring the moon-light into a chamber: for you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moon-light. Saug. Doth the moon shine, that night we play our play? Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanae; find out moonshine, find out moonshine. Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night. But. Why, then you may leave a casement of the great chamber window, where we play, open; and the moon may shine in at the casement. Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he comes to disfure, or to present, the person of moon-shine. Then, there is another thing: we must have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby, says the story, did talk through the chinks of a wall. Snug. You never can bring in a wall. What Say you, Bottom? Bt. Some man or other must present wall: and let him have some plaster, or some loam, or some ough-cast about him, to signify wall; or let him bodd his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper. Quin. If that may be, then ail is well. Come, sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your parts. Pyramus, you begin: when you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake; and so every one according to his cue. Enter PUCK behind. Re-enter QUINCE. Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. [Exit. Bot. I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will no stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they shal hear I am not afraid. [Sing The ousel cock, so black of hue, The throst'e with his note so true, Tita. What angel wakes ine from my flowery bed! Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, Whose note full many a man doth mark, or, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry cuckoo, never so? Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again: Mine ear is much enamor'd of thy note, So is mine eye enthrall'd to thy shape; And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days: The more the pity, that some honest neighbors will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleck' upon occasion. Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swag-get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine gering here, So near the cradle of the fairy queen? What, a play toward! I'll be an auditor; An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause. Quin. Speak, Pyramus:-Thisby, stand forth. Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savors sweetQuin. Odors, odors. Pyr.odors suvors sweet: So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.But, hark, a voice! stay thou but here awhile, And by and by I will to thee appear. [Exit. Pack. A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here! Aside.-Exit. This. Must I speak now? Qn. Ay, marry, must you: for you must understand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, als to come again. This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue, Of color like the red rose on triumphant brier, Most briskly juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew, As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire, I meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. Quin. Ninus's tomb, man: Why you must not Keak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you prak all your part at once, cues and all.-PyraBus, enter; your cue is past; it is, never tire. Re-enter Pock and BOTTOM with an Ass's head. This. 0,-As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire. Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine :Quin. O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. Fray, masters! tly, masters! help! [Exeunt Clowns. Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round, Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier; Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fize; And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, Like borse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. [Exit. Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them, to make me afeard. own turn. Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go; Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit of no coinmon rate : The summer still doth tend upon my state, 1 Fai. Ready. 2 Fui. 3 Fai. And I. And I. 4 Fui. Where shall we go? Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman:: Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes; With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, The honey bags steal from the humble-bees, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed, and to arise; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes: Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. 1 Fai. Hail mortal! 2 Fui. Hail! 3 Fai. Hail! 4 Fai. Hail! Bot. I cry your worship's mercy, heartily.-1 beseech your worship's name? Cob. Cobweb. Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good master Cobweb: If I cut my finger, I shal. make bold with you. Your name, honest gentle man? Peas. Peas-blossom. Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire you of more your mother, and to master Peascod, your father acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir! Mus. Mustard-seed. Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your patience well: that same cowardly, giant-like oxbeef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire you more acquaint ance, good master Mustard-seed. Tita. Come wait upon him; lead him to my bower • Joke. Here comes my massenger.-How now, mad spirit? Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Her. I pray thee, tell me then, that he is well. See me no more, whether he be dead or no. [Eril. quite, And laid the love-juice on some true love's sight: A million fail, confounding oath on oath. Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens look thou find: All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer, With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear. And forth my mimic comes: When they him spy, I'll charm his eyes, against she do appear. As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; strong, Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: Some, sleeves; some, hats: from yielders all things I led them on in this distracted fear, And left sweet Pyramus translated there: Obe. This falls out better than I could devise. Puck. I took him sleeping,-that is finish'd too,-- Obe. Stand close; this is the same Athenian. Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse; The sun was not so true unto the day, Her. What's this to my Lysander! where is he? Of maiden patience. Hast thou slain him then? Simple fellows. Puck. I go, I go; look how I go; Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. [Eril. Re-enter PUCK. Puck. Captain of our fairy band, And the youth, mistook by me, Shall we their fond pageant see? O, what fools these mortals be! Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make, Puck. Then will two at once, woo one; Enter LISANDER and HELENA. Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Hel. You do advance your cunning more and perfect divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne! Countepar's. But you must join, in souls, to mock me too? To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes, A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes; Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go? Her. What love could press Lysander from my side? Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him bide, Fair Helena: who more engilds the night Than all yon fiery ocss and eyes of light. Why seek st thou me? could not this make thee know, The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so? Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be. Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy! Now I perceive they have conjoin`d, all three, To fashion this false sport in spite of me. Injarious Hermia: most ungrateful maid! Have you conspir'd, have you with these contriv'd Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? Two lovely berries moulded on one stem: To join with men in scorning your poor friend? Hr. I am amazed at your passionate words: • Beartily. • Circlee. • Ingenious. But by your setting on, by your consent? Helen, I love thee; by my life. I do; I swear by that which I will lose for thee, Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this? Lus. Away, you Ethiop! Dem. No, no, sir:-he will Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent. Hel. Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. Her. What, can you do me greater harm, than hate? Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love? Since night, you lov'd me, yet, since night you left me: Why, then you left me-0, the gods forbid!- Lys. Her. O me! you juggler! you canker blossom! Her. Puppet! why so? Ay, that way goes the Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. I evermore did love you, Hermia, Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you; I told him of your stealth unto this wood: Her. Why, get you gone: Who is't that hinders you? Hel. A foolish heart that I leave here behind. With Demetrius. Now, she holds me not; Dem. Follow? nay, I'll go with thee cheek by jole. [Exeunt Lys. and DEM. Her. ou, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you: Nav, go not back. I will not trust you, I; Hel. Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray; My legs are longer though, to run away. [Exit. Her. I am amaz'd, and know not what to say. [Exit, pursuing HELENA. Obe. This is thy negligence: still thou mistak'st, Or else commit'st thy knaveries wilfully. Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. Did not you tell me, I should know the man By the Athenian garments he had on? And so far blameless proves my enterprize, That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes: And so far am I glad it so did sort, As this their jangling I esteem a sport. Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to fight: Hie, therefore, Robin, overcast the night; The starry welkin cover thou anon With drooping fog, as black as Acheron; And lead these testy rivals so astray, As one come not within another's way. Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong; And sometime rail thou like Demetrius; And from each other look thou lead them thus, Till o'er their brows death counterfeiting sleep With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep: Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye; Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, 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 Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision; And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, With league, whose date till death shall never end. Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy; And then I will her charmed eye release From monster's view, and all things shall be peace. Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with haste, a Foolish. Anciently, knot-grass was believed to prevent the growth of children. • Pretend. • Go. Fornight's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, Troop home to church-yards: damned spirits all, I with the Morning's Love have oft made sport; I will lead them up and down: I am fear'd in field and town; Here comes one. Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, I'll whip thee with a rod: He is defil'd, Dem. Re-enter LYSANDER. Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on; When I come where he calls, then he is gone. The villain is much lighter heel'd tuan 1: I follow'd fast, but faster he did tly; That fallen am I in dark uneven way, And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day. Lies down. For if but once thou show me thy grey light, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. [Sleeps. Re-enter Puck and DEMETRIUS. Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho! Coward, why com'st thou not? Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well I wot, Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place; And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. Where art thou? Puck. Come hither; I am here. Dem. Nay, then, thou mock'st me. Thou shalt buy this dear, If ever I thy face by daylight see: [Lies down and sleeps Enter HELENA. Hel. O weary night. O long and tedious night, Abate thy hours: shine, comforts, from the east That I may back to Athens, by day-light, From these that my poor company detest:And, sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company. | Sleeps Puck. Yet but three? Come one more, Two of both kinds, make up four. Here she comes, curst and sad :Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad. Cephalus, the paramour of Aurora. SCENE I-The same. ACT IV. Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM, Fairies attending: Tula. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, Pras. Ready. I then did ask of her her changeling child; Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.-Where's But as the fierce vexation of a dream. Cos. Ready. B. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped buble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monseur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not: I Would be loath to have you overflown with a honeyJaz, siznior.-Where's monsieur Mustard-seed? Must. Ready. Bt. Give me your nief, monsieur Mustard-seed. Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monKear; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the fare: and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do bat tickle me, I must scratch. Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love? Bof. I have a reasonable good ear in music: let ushave the tongs and the bones. Tua. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat. Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your dry good oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay; good hay, sweet hay hath no felow. Te. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. Bot. I had rather have a handful, or two, of dried s. But I pray you, let none of your people stir L: I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Tufa. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in iny arms. Fairies, begone, and be all ways away. [Exeunt Fairies. So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle, Genty entwist,-the female ivy so anngs the barky fingers of the elm. O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee! [They sleep. OBERON advances. Enter PUCK. But first I will release the fairy queen. [Touching her eyes with an herb. See, as thou wast wont to see: Tita. How came these things to pass? Obe. Sound, music. [Still music.] Come, my Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark; Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, [Exeunt. 0. Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this My love shall hear the music of my hounds. sweet sight! Her dotage now I do begin to pity. For meeting her of late, behind the wood, she his hairy temples then had rounded Uncouple in the western valley; go:- Of hounds and echo in conjunction. Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, |