« ПредишнаНапред »
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 neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion.
Queen. 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
Queen. 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, I'll give thee fairies to attend on thçe ; And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, And fing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep: And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, That chou shale like an airy spirit go. Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moih! and Mustardfeed! (16)
Enter four Fairies. 1 Fair. Ready. 2 Fair. And I. 3 Fair. And I. 4 Fair. And I, where shall we go? Queen. Be kind, and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks, and gambole in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs and mulberries,
Generality of the Impressions have shuffled, and confused these Verses, to the utmost degree of Obscurity and Nonsense : but I have from one of the old Quarto's reduced 'em to Clearness and Order: and as, without knowing such an Authority for it, Dr. Thirlby ingeniously hinted to Me, they should be placed.
(16) Enter Peafeblossom, Cobweb, Moth, Mustardseed, and four Fairies.] Here the common Editions have been so extravagant as to split four Fairies into eight: but the old Quarto Impressions both came into my Affiftance to reduce 'em to their right Number. The Queen calls them by their respective Names, and immediately the four Fairies enter
The honey-bags steal from the humble bees,
1 Fair. Hail, mortal, hail!
Bot. I cry your worship's mercy heartily, I beseech, your worthip’s name.
Bot. I shall desire of you more acquaintance, good master Cobweb; if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honeft gentleman?
Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squafl your mother, and to master Peafcod your father. Good master Peaseblossom, I shall desire of you more acquain
Your name, I beseech you, Sir? Muf. Mustard
seed. Bot. Good master Mustardseed, I know your patience well: that same cowardly giant-like Ox-beef hath devour'd many a gentleman of your house. I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire more of your acquaintance, good master Muftardfeed.
Queen. Come, wait upon him, lead him to my bower:
The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye, And when she weeps, weep, ev'ry little flower,
Lamenting some enforced chaitity! Tie up my love's tongue, bring him filently. (Exeunt.
Enter King of Fairies.
Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
Ob. This falls out better, than I could devise.
Enter Demetrius and Hermia.
Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse; For thou, I fear, hast giv’n me cause to curse: If thou haft 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? I'll believe as soon, This whole earth may be bor’d, and that the moon May through the center creep, and so difplease Her brother's noon-tide with th’ Antipodes. It cannot be, but thou haft murther'd him ; So should a murtherer look, so dread, fo grim.
Dem. So should the murther'd look; and so should I, Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty: Yet you the murtherer look as bright, and clear, As yonder Venus in her glimm'ring sphere.
Her. What's this to my Lysander ? where is he?
Dem. l'ad rather give his carcass to my hounds.
Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood;
. 113 Dem. And if I could, what should I get therefore?
Her. A privilege never to see me more; And from thy hated presence part I so: See me no more, whether he's dead or no. [Exit.
Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein, Here, therefore, for a while I will remain : So sorrow's heaviness doch heavier grow, For debt, that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; Which now in some slight measure it will pay, If for his Tender here I make som stay. [Lies down.
Ob. What hast thou done ? thou hast mistaken quite, And laid thy 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 troth A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
Ob. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens, sec, thou find. All fancy-fick she is, and pale of cheer; With sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear; By some illusion, see, thou bring her here; I'll charm his eyes, against the doth appear.
Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go;
Ob. Flower of this purple dye,