Bot. Methinks, miftrefs, you should have little reafon for that and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days. The more the pity, that fome honeft neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occafion. Queen. Thou art as wife, as thou art beautiful. Bot. Not fo neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to ferve mine own turn. Queen. Out of this wood do not defire to go, Thou fhalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. The fummer ftill doth tend upon my state, And I do love thee; therefore, go with me, And they fhall fetch thee jewels from the deep, 1 Fair. Ready. 2 Fair. And I. 3 Fair. And I. 4 Fair. And I, where fhall 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 Impreffions have fhuffled, and confused thefe Verses, to the utmost degree of Obfcurity and Nonfenfe: but I have from one of the old Quarto's reduced 'em to Clearness and Order: and as, without knowing fuch an Authority for it, Dr. Thirlby ingeniously hinted to Me, they should be placed. (16) Enter Peafebloffom, Cobweb, Moth, Muftardfeed, and four Fairies.] Here the common Editions have been fo extravagant as to fplit four Fairies into eight: but the old Quarto Impreffions both came into my Affiftance to reduce 'em to their right Number. The Queen calls them by their refpective Names, and immediately the four Fairies enter upon Call. The 3 The honey-bags fteal from the humble bees, And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, 2 Fair. Hail! 3 Fair. Hail! Bot. I cry your worship's mercy heartily, I befeech, your worthip's name. Cob. Cobweb. Bot. I fhall defire of you more acquaintance, good mafter Cobweb; if I cut my finger, I fhall make bold with you. Your name, honeft gentleman? Peafe. Peafebloom. Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash your mother, and to mafter Peafcod your father. Good master Peaseblossom, I fhall defire of you more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, Sir? Muf. Muftardfeed. Bot. Good master Mustardfeed, I know your patience well: that fame 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 defire more of your acquaintance, good mafter Muftard feed. Queen. Come, wait upon him, lead him to my bower. The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye, And when the weeps, weep ev'ry little flower, Lamenting fome enforced chastity! Tie up my love's tongue, bring him filently. [Exeunt. Enter King of Fairies. Ob. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd: Which the muft doat on in extremity. Enter Enter Puck. Here comes my meffenger! how now, mad fprite, And forth my minnock comes: when they him fpy, And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; Their fenfe thus weak, loft with their fears thus ftrong, Some fleeves, fome hats; from yielders all things catch. And left sweet Pyramus tranflated there: Ob. This falls out better, than I could devife. Puck. I took him fleeping; that is finish'd too; Enter Enter Demetrius and Hermia. Ob. Stand clofe, this is the fame Athenian. Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you fo? Lay breath fo bitter on your bitter foe. Her. Now I but chide, but I fhould ufe thee worse; Being o'er fhoes in blood, plunge in the deep, The fun was not fo true unto the day, As he to me. Would he have ftol'n away From fleeping Hermia? I'll believe as foon, This whole earth may be bor'd, and that the moon Dem. So fhould the murther'd look; and fo fhould I, Her. What's this to my Lyfander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? Dem. I'ad rather give his carcafs to my hounds. Of maiden's patience. Haft thou flain him then? An adder did it, for with doubler tongue Dem. You spend your paffion on a mifpris'd mood; I am not guilty of Lyfander's blood, Nor is he dead, for ought that I can tell. Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. Dem. Dem. And if I could, what fhould I get therefore? Her. A privilege never to fee me more; And from thy hated prefence part I fo: 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 forrow's heavinefs doth heavier grow, If for his Tender here I make fom ftay. [Lies down. Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. Ob. About the wood go fwifter than the wind, All fancy-fick fhe is, and pale of cheer; With fighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear; Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. Hit with Cupid's archery, When his love he doth efpy, [Exit. Ob. |