or to present, the person of moonshine. Then, there Is another thing-: we must have a wall in the great chamber ; for Pyrainus and Thisby, says the story, did, talk through the chink of a wall. [you- bottom?

Snug. You can never bring in a wall.—What say

Bot, Some man or other must present wall: and let him have some plaster, or some loam, or some roughcast about him, to signify wall; and let him hold n\< fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.

Quirt. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sil 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.

Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swagger. So near the cradle of the fairy queen? [ing here, What, a play toward I 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 savours

Quin. "Odours," " odours." [sweet,"—

Pyr. —" Odours savours sweet.
So hath 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.

Puck. [Aside.] A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here I [Exit.

This. Must I speak nowf

Quin. Ay, marry, must you; for you must understand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again. [hue.

This. "Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white oj

Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier. Most brisky Juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew,

As true as truest horse, that yet -would never tire. Til meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb."

Quin. "Ninus' tomb," man. why, you must not speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you speak all your part at once, cues and all,—Pyramus, enter: your cue is past; it is, "never tire."

This. O,—" As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire."

Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass's head. Pyr. "If I ivercfair Thisby, 1wereonlythine Quin. O monstrous! O strange 1 we are haunted.— Pray, masters! fly, masters I—Help 1

[Exit, with Snug, Flute, Snout, and Starveling. Puck. I'll follow you, 1*11 lead you about a round. Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier I

Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,

A hog, a headless bear, sometime a lire; And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.

{Exit.

Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them, to make me afeard.

Re-enter Snout.

Snout. O Bottom! thou art changed 1 what do I see on thee?

Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's head of your own, do you? [Exit Snout.

Reenter Quince, Quin. Bless thee. Bottom I bless thee I 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 not stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid. [Sings. The ousel-cock, so black of hue.

With orange-tawny bill. The throstle with his note so true, The wren with little quill: Tila. [Waking.] What angel wakes me from my Bot. [Sings. 1 [flowery bed?

The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,

The plain song cuckoo gray, Whose note full many a man doth mark. And dares not answer, nay ;— for 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 enamour'd of thy note;
So is mine eye enthralled 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. Mcthinks, 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 neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleet upon occasion.

Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.

Bot. Not so. neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine 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 common rate; The summer still doth tend upon my state; And I do love thee: therefore go with me j I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee; And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep. And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep; And I will purge thy mortal grossness so. That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.— Peas-blossoin! Cobweb I Moth! andi Mustard-seed 1 Enter Peas-blossom, Cobweb, Moth, and Mustard-seed.

Peas. Ready.

Cob. And I.

Moth. And I.

Mus. And I.

All Four. Where shall we gol

Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman:
Mop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;
Feed him with apricocks, and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey-bags stcalfrom the humble-bees.
And for night tapers crop their waxen thighs,
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 moon-beams from his sleeping eyes:
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.

Peas. Hail, mortal!

Cob. Hail!

Moth. Hail!

Mus. Hail!

Bot. I cry your worships' mercy, heartily.—I be

Cob. Cobweb. [seech your worship's name.

Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good master Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you.—Your name, honest gentleman?

Peas. Peas-blossom.

Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash, your mother, and to master Peascod, your father. Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire you of more acquaintance.—Your name, I beseech you, sir?

Mus. Mustard-seed.

Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your patience well; that same cowardly, giant-like ox-bcef, hath devoured many a gentleman of your house; I promise you, your kindred hath made mine eyes water ere now. 1 desire you of more acquaintance, good master Mustard-seed.

Tita. Come, wait upon him ; lead him to my bower. The moon, methinks, looks with a wafry eye; And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, Lamenting some enforced chastity. Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently.

[Exeunt.

SCENE U.—Another part ofthe Wood. Enter Oberon. Obe. I wonder if Titania be awak'd; Then, what it was that next came in her eye, Which she must dote on in extremity. Here comes my messenger.—[Enter Puck.] How now, inad spirit I

What night-rule now about this haunted grove?

Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play,
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake;
When I did him at this advantage take,

An ass's nowl I fixed on his head:

Ancn liis Thisbe must be answered.

And forth my mimic comes. When they him Spy,

As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye.

Or russet-p.ited choughs, many in sort.

Rising and cawing at the gun's report.

Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;

So. at his sight, away his fellows fly j

And, at our stamp, here o*er and o'er one falls;

He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.

Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears thus strong,

Made senseless things begin to do them wrong;

For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;

Some, sleeves,—some, hats,—from yielders all things

I led them on in this distracted fear, [catch.

And left sweet Pyramus translated there:

When in that moment {so it came to pass,)

TItania wak'd, and straightway lov'il art ass.

Obe. This falls out better than I could devise.
But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?

Puck. I took him sleeping, (that is finish'd too,)
And the Athenian woman by his side;
That, when he wak'd, of force she must be ey'd.

Enter Demetrius and Herniia.

Obe. Stand close: this is the same Athenian.

Puck. This is the woman; but not this the man.

Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so I Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. (worse,

tier. Now I but chide; but I should use thee For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep. Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, And kill me too.

The sun was not so true unto the day.

As he to me: would he have stol'n away

From sleeping Hermia? 111 believe as soon,

This whole earth may be bor'd ; and that the moon

May through the centre creep, and so displease

Her brother's noon-tide with th' Antipodes.

It cannot be but thou hast murdcr'd him;

So should a murderer look; so dead, so grim.

Dem. So should the murder'd look ; and so should I, Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty: Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.

Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he t Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?

Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds.

Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'st me past the bounds

Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then t
Henceforth be never number'd among men!
O, once tell true, tell true, e'en for my sake;
Durst thou have look'd upon him being awake.
And hast thou killed him sleeping? O brave touch!
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
An adder did't; for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stum;.

Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood:
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

Her. I pray thee, tell me, then, that he is well.

Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefore?;

Her, A privilege never to see me more:— And from thy hated presence part I so: Sec me no more, whether he be dead or no. \Exii.

Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein: Here, therefore, for a while 1 will remain. So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; Which now in some slight measure it will pay. If for his tender here 1 make some stay. [Lies down.

Obe. What hast thou done ? thou hast mistaken quite. And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: Of thy misprision must perforce ensue Some true-love turn'd. and not a false turn'd true.

Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holding A million fail, confounding oath on oath. [troth,

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:
By some illusion see thou bring her here:
111 charm his eyes against she do appear.

Puck. I go, 1 go; look how 1 go;
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow, {Exit,

Obe. Flower of this purple die,
Hit with Cupid s archery,
Sink in apple of his eye I
When iiis love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.—
When thou wak'st, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.

Re-enter Puck.
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand;
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be I
Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make

Will cause Demetrius to awake.
Puck. Then will two at once woo one,—
That must needs be sport alone;
And those things do best please me,
That befall preposterously.

Enter Lysander and Helena. Lys. Why should you think that I should woo in Scorn and derision never come in tears: [scorn t Look, when I vow, I weep, and vows so born.

In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? Hel. You do advance your cunning more and more. When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er?

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh ; and both as light as tales.
Lys. I had no judgment when to her I swore.
Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er.
Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.
Dem. [Awaking.] O Helen, goddess, nymph,
perfect, divine I
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow I
This pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold'st up thy hand: O. let me kiss
That princess of pure white, this seal of bliss 1
Hel. O spite I O hell! I see you all are bent
To set against me, for your merriment:
If you were civil and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, .is I know you do.
But you must join in souls to mock me too!
If you were men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so;
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Herniia;
And now both rivals, to mock Helena:
A trim exploit, a manly enterprise.
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes
With your derision! none of noble sort
Would so offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.

Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so;
For you love Herniia ;—This you know I know:
And here, with all good-will, with all my heart,
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom I do love, and will do to my death.
Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath,
Dem. Lysander, keep thy Herniia; I will none:
If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.
My heart to her but as guest-wise sojoum'd,
And now to Helen it is home return'd.
There to remain.
Lys. Helen, it is not so.

Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know,
Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.— **
Look, where thy love conies; yonder is thy dear.
Enter Hermia.
Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function'
takes.

The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
Wherein it doth impair tne seeing sense.
It pays the hearing double recompense:
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
Mine ear, I thank It, brought me to thy sound
But why unkindly didst thou leave roe so? [go T
Lys. Why should we stay, whom love doth press to
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 oes and eyes of light.
"Why seek'st thou meT 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.
Injurious Hermia I most ungrateful inaid!
Have you conspir'd, have you with these contriv'd
To bait me with this foul derision f
Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd.
The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hasty-footed time
For parting us,—O ! is all forgot?
All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Have with our neelds created both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,

Both warbling of one song. Doth in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, ami minds. Had been incorporate. So we grew together,

Like to a double cherry, seeming parted;
But yet a union in partition.
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry.
Due but to one, and crowned with one crest
And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:
Our sex, as wefl as I, \.ay chide you for it.
Though I alone do feel the injury.

Her. I am amazed at your passionate words.
I scorn you not: it seems that you scorn me.

Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn,
To follow me, and praise iny eyes and face?
And made your other love, Demetrius.
(Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,)
To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare.
Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he this
To her he hates? and wherefore doth Lysander
Deny your love, so rich within his soul,
And tender me, forsooth, affection.
But by your setting on, by your consent?
What though 1 be not so tn grace as you,
So hung upon with love, so fortunate;
But miserable most, to love unlov'd?
This you should pity, rather than despise.
Her. I understand not what you mean by this.
Hel. Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks,
Make mouths upon me when I turn my back;
Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest up:
This spor;:, well carried, shall be chronicled.
If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
Yoj would not make me such an argument.
But, fare ye well: 'tis partly mine own fault;
Wl.ich death, or absence, soon shall remedy.

Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear iny excuse:
My iove, my life, my soul, fair Helena 1
Hel. O excellent!

Her. Sweet, do not scorn her so.

Dent. If she cannot entreat, I can compel.

Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she entreat: Thy threats have no more strength than her weak

prayers.— Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do: 1 swear by that which I will lose for thee, To prove him false that says I love thee not

Don. I say 1 love thee more than he can do.

Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too.

Dern. Quick, come 1

Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this?

Lys. Away, you Ethiop 1

Dent. No, no, sir :—

Seem to break loose; take on, as you would follow; But yet come not: you are a tam; man, go I

Lys. [To Hermia.] Hnng off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose, Or I will shake thee from ine like a serpent 1

Her. Why are you grown so rude? what c _,

Sweet love? (this;

Lys. Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, outf

Out, loathed medicine I O hated potion, hence!
Her. Do you not jest?

Hel. Yes, 'sooth; and so do you.

Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee.

Dern. I would I had your bond, for I perceive A weak bond holds you: 111 not trust your word.

Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. [dead?

Her. Wli.it, can you do me greater harm than hate?

Hate me! wherefore? O me 1 what news, my love?

Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lysander?

I am as fair now, as I was erewhile.

Since night, you lov'd me; yet, since night you left

Why, then you left me (U, the gods forbid!) [me:

In earnest, shall 1 say?

Lys. Ay, by my life;

And never did desire to see thee more.
Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt:
Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest.
That I do hate thee, and love Helena

Her. O me !—you juggler J you canker-blossom I
You thief of love 1 what, have you come by night.
And stol'n my love's heart from him?

Hel. Fine, i* faith I

Have you no modesty, no maiden shame.
No touch of bashfulness .' What, will you tear
Impatient answers from my gentle tongue?
Fie. fie I you counterfeit, you puppet you!

Her. Puppet 1 why, so: ay, that way goes the game.
Now I perceive that she hath made compare
Between our statures; she hath urg'd her height;
And with her personage, her tall personage.
Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.
And are you grown so high in his esteem.
Because I am so dwarfish and so low?
How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak;
How low am I? I am not yet so low,
But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.

Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen* Let her not hurt me: I was never curst; 1 have no gift at all in shrewishness; I am a right maid for my cowardice: Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think. Because she is something lower than myself. That I can match her.

Her. . Lower! hark, again.

Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with roe.
I evermore did love you, Hermia,
Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you;
Save that, in love unto Demetrius,
I told him of your stealth unto this wood.
He follow'd you; for love, I followed hiin;
But he hath chid me hence, and threaten'd me
To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too:
And now, so you will let me quiet go,
To Athens will 1 bear my folly back.
And follow you no farther: let me go:
You see how simple and how fond lam.

Her. Why, get you gone: who is't that hinders you?

Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind.

Her. What, with Lysander?

Hel. With Demetrius.

Lys. Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena.

Dem. No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part.

Hel. O, when she is angry, she is keen and shrewd;
She was a vixen when she went to school;
And though she he but little, she is fierce.

Her. Little again! nothing but low and little?
Why will you suffer her to fiout me thus?
Let me come to her.

Lys. Get you gone, you dwarf 1

You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made;
You bead, you acorn I

Dem. You are too officious

In her behalf that scorns your services.
Let her alone: speak not of Helena;
Take not her part; for, if thou dost intend
Never so little show of love to her,
Thou shalt ahy it

Lys. Now she holds me not;

Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose right,—
Or thine or mine,—is m«st in Helena.

Dent. Follow? nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole.

[Fxeuitt Lys. and Dem,

Her. You, mistress, all this coil la 'long of you: Nay, go not back.

Hel. I will not trust you, I,

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.

Jler. I am amaz'd, and know not what to say,

[Exit.

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 V
And so far blameless proves my enterprise,
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;
Tlie 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 rati 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 1 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.
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;
At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there,
Troop home to churchyards: damned spirits all.
That in cross-ways and floods have burial.
Already to their wormy beds are gone.
For fear lest day should look their shames upon.
They wilfully themselves exile from light.
And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night.

Obe. But we are spirits of another sort:
I with the morning's love have oft made sport;
And. like a forester, the groves may tread.
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red.
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.
But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay:
We may effect this business yet ere day.

[Exit Oberon

Puck. Up and down, up and down,
I will lead them up and down:
I am fear'd in field and town:
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one.

Re-enter Lysander.
Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou

Puck. Here, villain 1 drawn and ready. Where art Lys I will be with thee straight. [thou?

Puck. ' Follow me, then,

To plainer ground.

[Exit Lys. as following the voice. Re-enter Demetrius. Dem. Lysander I speak again.

Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou tied? Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head?

Puck. Thou coward! art thou bragging to the stars Telling the bushes that thou look'st tor wars. And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou child I'll whip thee with a rod: he is defil'd That draws a sword on thee.

Dem. Yea, art thou there?

Puck. Follow my voice: we'll try no manhood here.

[Exeunt.

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 M uracil lighter-heel'd than 1:

I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly;

That fallen am I in dark uneven way.

And here will rest me. [Lies down..} Come, thou gentle

For if but once thou show me thy grey light, [day 1

I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite.

Re-enter Puck ana Demetrius. Puck. Ho! ho! ho! Coward, why coin'st thou notf 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 now 1 Puck. Come hither: I am here.

Dem. Nay, then, thou mock'st me. Thou shalt 'by If ever I thy face by day-light see: [this dear.

Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this cold bed.
By day's approach look to be visited.

[Lies doiun and sleeps.
Re-enter Helena.
Hel. O weary night! O long and tedious night 1
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 sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
Steal me a while from mine own company. [Sleeps.
Puck. Yet but three V 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.
Re-enter Hermia.
Her. Never so weary, never so in woe;
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers;
I can 110 farther crawl, no farther 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 I

[Lies down.

Puck. On the ground sleep sound*
I'll apply to your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.

[Squeezing the herb on Lysander's eyelids.
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 welL [Exit.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.—The IVood.
Enter Titania and Bottom, P'airies attending;

Oberon behind unseen.
Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed.
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head,
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
Rot. Where's Peas-blossom?
Peas. Ready.

Rot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom. — Where's monsieur Cobweb? Cob. Ready.

Rot. Monsieur Cobweb, good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle ; and, good monsieur, 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 loth to have you overflown with a honey-bag, signior.—Where's monsieur Mustard-seed?

Must. Ready.

Rot. Give me your neif, monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur. Must. What's your will?

Rot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur j for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face; and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.

Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love?