1 1: To hear the Sea-maids musick. Pugg. I remember. Ob. That very time I saw (but thou could- Flying between the cold Moon and the earth But I might see young Cupids fiery shaft And the Imperial Votress passed on Yet markt I where the bolt of Cupid fell; Before milk white, now purple with loves And maidens call it love in Idleness; Fetch me that flower, the herb I shew'd thee once, The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid, Upon the next live Creature that it sees; Ob. Having once this juyce; [Exit. I'le watch Titania when she is asleep, İ'le make her render up her page to me. Welcome, wanderer; what, ar't return'd with it? Pugg. I, there it is. Ob. Come, give it me? There is a bank Titania useth oft In nights to sleep on, but see where she comes. [Enter Queen and Fairies. I'le stand aside, you may depart. [Exit Pug. C Qu. Come, now a Roundel and a fairy song To please my eye first, then intice me sleep, Then to your offices, and let me rest. Fayries first Dance, and then sings 1. You Spotted Snakes with double tongue; Singing your sweet Lullaby, Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby. Ne're harm, nor spell nor Charm So good-night with lullaby. 2 Fairy. Weaving spiders come not here; 1 Fairy. Hence, away, now all is well; On a loof stand Centinel. [Exeunt Fairies. Ob. What thou seest when thou dost wake [Oberon comes and touches her eyelids. Do it for thy true love take, Love and languish for his sake; [Exit. Enter Bottom, Quince, Snug, Flute, Snout, and Starveling. Bot. Are we all met? Qu. Pat, pat, and here's a mervellous convenient place for our rehearsall. This green Plot shall be our stage. This hawthorn Brake our tyring house, and we will do it in action as we will do it before the Duke. Bot. Peter Quince. Qu. What sayst thou, Bully Bottom? Pyramus and Thisby that will never please: first, Pyramus must draw a Sword to kill himself, which the Ladyes can't abide, how answer you that? Snout. Berlaken a parlous fear. Star. I beleive we must leave the killing out, when all's done. Bot. Not a whit, I have advice to make all well. Write me a Prologue, and let the Prologue seem to say we will do no harm with our swords, and that Pyramus is not killed indeed: and for the more better assurance tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver, this will put them out of fear. Qu. Well, we will have such a Prologue, and it shall be written in eight and six. Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight. Snout. Will not the Ladyes be afraid of, the Lyon? Star. I fear it I'le promise you. Bot. Masters, we ought to consider with |