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Obe. Silence a while. — Robin, take off this head.- I know, you two are rival enemies ; Titania, music call; and strike more dead

How comes this gentle concord in the worlı, Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. That hatred is so far from jealousy,

Tita. Music, ho! music; such as charmeth sleep. To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity? Puck. When thou wak'st, with thine own fool's eyes Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, peep.

Half 'sleep, half waking : But as yet, I swear,
Obe. Sound, music. [Still music.] Come, my queen, I cannot truly say how I came here:
take hands with me,

But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,-
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. And now I do bethink me, so it is ;)
Now thou and I are new in amity;

I came with Hermia hither : our intent
And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly,

Was to be gone from Athens, where we might Le Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly,

Without the peril of the Athenian law.* And bless it to all fair posterity :

Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be

I beg the law, the law, upon his head. Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.

They would have stol'n away, they would, Demetrius Puck. Fairy king, attend, and mark ;

Thereby to have defeated you and me:
I do hear the morning lark.

You of your wife, and me of my consent,-
Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad,

Of my consent that she should be your wife.
Trip we after the night's shade :

Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth
We the globe can compass soon,

Of this their purpose hither, to this wood;
Swifter than the wand'ring moon.

And I in fury hither follow'd them;
Tita. Come, my lord; and in our flight,

Fair Helena in fancy following me.
Tell me how it came this night,

But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,
That I sleeping liere was found,

(But, by some power it is,) my love to Hermia,
With these mortals on the ground. [Exeunt. Melted as the snow, seems to me now
[Horns sound within. As the remembrance of an idle gaud,

Which in my childhood I did dote upon :
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, Egeus, and Train.

And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, The. Go one of you, find out the forester ;

The object, and the pleasure of mine eye, For now our observation is performd ;

Is only Helena. To her, my lord, And since we have the vaward of the day,

Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia : My love shall hear the music of my hounds.

But, like in sickness, did I loathe this food : Uncouple in the western valley ; let them go :

But, as in health, come to my natural taste, Despatch, I say, and find the forester.

Now do I wish it, love it, long for it, We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,

And will for evermore be true to it. And mark the musical confusion

The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

Of this discourse we will hear more anon.
Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, Egeus, I will overbear your will;
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear

For in the temple, by and by with us,
With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear

These couples shall eternally be knit. Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves,

And, for the morning now is something worn, The skies, the fountains, every region near

Our purpos’d hunting shall be set aside. Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard

Away, with us, to Athens : Three and three,
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

We 'll hold a feast in great solemnity.
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, Come, Hippolyta.
So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung

[Exeunt THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUs, and Trarn. With ears that sweep away the morning dew;

Dem. These things seem small and undistinguish: Crook-knee'd and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls;

able, Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. Each under each. A cry more tuneable

Her. Methinks I see these things with parted eye, Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,

When everything seems double. In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly :


So, methinks : Judge, when you hear.-But, soft; what nymphs are And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, these?

Mine own, and not mine own. Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep ; Dem.

[Are you sure And this Lysander ; this Demetrius is;

That we are awake ?] It seems to me, This Helena, old Nedar's Helena :

That yet we sleep, we dream.—Do not you think, I wonder of their being here together.

The duke was here, and bid us follow him ? The. No doubt they rose up early, to observe

Her. Yea, and my father. The rite of May; and, hearing our intent,


And Hippolyta. Came here in grace of our solemnitz.

Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. But, speak, Egeus; is not this the day

Dem. Why, then, we are awake; let 's follow him ; That Hermia should give answer of her choice ? And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. [Exeunt.

Ege. It is, my lord.
The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their

As they go out, Bortou awakes.

Bot. When my que comes, call me, and I will an. Horns, and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LYSANDER, swer :-my next is, “ Most fair Pyramus."—Hey, ho!

HERMIA, and HELENA wake and start up. Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, The. Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is the tinker! Starveling! God's my life! stolen hence, past;

& They intended to leave Athens for some place where they Begin these wood-birls but to couple now?

might be beyond (without) the perils of the Athenian law.

She has found Demetrins, as a person picks up a jewel Lys. Pardon, my lord. (He and the rest kneel to Tue.

for the moment it is his own, but its value may cinse it to y The

I pray you all, stand up. reclaimed. She feels insecure in the possession of her treasure short thing have you, of piay, or mask, or music?


and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I

Enter Snug. bare had a dream,-past the wit of man to say what

Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the temples

, dream it was :-Man is but an ass if he go about to ex

and there is two or three lords and ladies more married pound this dream. Methought I was—there is no man

if our sport had gone forward we had all been made can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I Lad.-Bat man is but a patched fool* if he will offer

Flu. O) sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixto say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is pence, acılay during his life; he could not have 'scaped

sixpence a-day: an the duke had not given him six not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to

pence a-day for playing Pyramus, I 'll be hanged ; lin report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince would have deserved it: sixpence a-day, in Pyramus, to write a ballad of this dream : it shall be called

or nothing. Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of a play, before the duke: Per

Enter Borrom. adventure, to make it the male gracious, I shall sing it a: ber death.


Bot. Where are these lads? where are these hearts ?

Quin. Bottom !-0 most courageous day! O most SCENE II.-Athens. A Room in Quince's House. happy hour!

Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders : but ask Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, Snout, and STARVELING. me not what; for if I tell you I am no true Athenian.

Quis. Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come I will tell you everything, right as it fell out. lome yet!

Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom. Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, tranported.

that the duke hath dined : Get your apparel together ; Fla. If he come not, then the play is marred; It good strings to your beards, a new ribboris to your pumps; goes not forward, doth it?

meet presently at the palace; erery man louk o'er his Quin. It is not possible: you have not a man in all part; for, the short and the long is, our play is preAthens able to discharge Pyramus, but he.

ferred. In any case, let Thisby have clean linen; and Flut

. No: he hath simply the best wit of any handi- let not him that plays the lion pare his nails, for they craft man in Athens.

shall hang out for the lion's claws. And, most dear Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is a very actors, eat no onions, nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet paraineant for a sweet voice.

breath; and I do not doubt but to hear them say it is a Flu. You must say, paragon : a paramour is, God sweet comedy. No more words ; away; go, away. bles is, a thing of naught.



SCENE I.-Athens. An Apartment in the Palace Enter LYSANDER, Demetrius, Hermia, and HELENA. of Theseus.

The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, Lords, Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, and Attendants.

Accompany your hearts !

Lys. Hip. T is strange, my, Theseus, that these lovers Wait in your royal walks, your boardl, your bed!

More than to us speak of.

The. Come now; what masks, what dances, snall we The. More strange than true. I never may believe

have, These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,

To wear away this long age of three hours,

Between our after-supper and bedtime?
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend

Where is our usual manager of mirth?
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatie, the lover, and the poet,

What revels are in handy Is there no play,
Are of imagination all compact :

To ease the anguish of a torturing hour ?

Call Philostrate. One sees more devils than vast bell can hold

Philost. Here, miglity Theseus. That is the madman: the lover, all as frantic,

The. Say, what abridgmento have you for this Ses Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt :

evening? The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

What mask, what music? How shall we beguile Deth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,

The lazy time, if not with some delight? And, as imagination bodies forth

Philost. There is a brief, how many sports are rise; The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen

Make choice of which your highness will see first. TurTis them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local babitation and a name.

[Giving a paper. Soch tricks bath strong imagination:

Lys. [Reads.] “ The battle with the Centaurs, to be That , if it would but apprehend some joy,

sung, It comprehends some bringer of that joy ;

By an Athenian eunuch to the harp." Oz, in the night, imagining some fear,

In the first act, Bottom has told us that he will “ diaHow easy is a bush suppos'd a bear!

charge” the part of Pyramus, “in either your straw.colour Hip. But all the story of the night told over, beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain beard, or And all their minds transfigur'd so together,

your French crown-coloured beard, your perfect yellow." He

is now solicitous that the strings by which the artificial beards More witnesseth than fancy's images,

were to be fastened should be in good order. And grows to something of great constancy;

Preferred not in the sense of chosen in preference, but But, howsoever, strange, and admirable.

offered as a suit is preferred.

Abridgment-pastime; something that may abridge “he • Patched fool-a fool in a particoloured coat. lazy time." This is one explanation. is it not, rather-wlia. • Protably, at the death of Thiste.

The. We 'll none of that : that have I told my love, The. Let him approach. (Flourish of trumpets In glory of my kinsman Hercules.

Enter Prologue. 1.ys. “The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,

Prol. If we offend, it is with our good will. Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.'

That you should think we come not to offend, The. That is an old device, and it was play'd

But with good will. To show our simple skill, When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.

That is the true beginning of our end.

Consider, then, we come but in despite. Lys. The thrice three Muses mourning for the death

We do not come as minding to content you, Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary."

Our true intent is. All for your delight, The. That is some satire, keen, and critical,

We are not here. That you should here repent you, Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.

The actors are at hand; and, by their show,

You shall know all that you are like to know. Lys. “A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,

The. This fellow doth not stand upon points.a And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth.” The. Merry and tragical ? Tedious and brief?

Lys. He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow."

knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord : It is no! How shall we find the concord of this discord ?

enough to speak, but to speak true. Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten words long;

Hip. Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a Which is as brief as I have known a play;

child on a recorder; a sound, but not in government. But by ten words, my lord, it is too long,

The. His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing Which makes it tedious: for in all the play

impaired, but all disordered. Who is next? There is not one word apt, one player fitted.

Enter Pyramus and Twisbe, Wall, MOONSHINE, and Lion, as And tragical, my noble lord, it is;

in durab show. For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.

Prol. Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show ,

But wonder ou, till truth make all things plain. Which when I saw rehears'd, I must confess,

This mau is Pyramus, if you would know; Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears

This beauteous lady Thisby is, certáin. The passion of loud laughter never slied.

This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present

Wall, that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder: The. What are they that do play it?

And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they are conteut Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens here, To whisper, at the which let no man wouder. Which never labour'd in their minds till now;

This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn, And now have toil'd their unbreath'd memories

Presenteth Moonshine: for, if you will know,

By moonshine did these lovers think no scoru With this same play, against your nuptial.

To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo.
The. And we will hear it.

This grisly beast, which by name Lion hight,
No, my noble lord,

The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,
It is not for you: I have heard it over,

Did scare away, or rather did affright;

And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall :: And it is nothing, nothing in the world,

Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain : (Unless you can find sport in their intents,

Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall, Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain,

And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain :

Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade,
To do you service.

He bravely broach'd his builing bloody breast;
I will hear that play;

And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade,
For never anything can be amiss

His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,

Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lorers twain, When simpleness and duty tender it.

At large discourse, while here they do remain. Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies.

(Exeunt Prol., THISBE, Lion, and MOONSHINE. [Exit PHILOSTRATE.

The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak. Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd,

Dem. No wonder, my lord; one lion may, when And duty in his service perishing. The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such many asses do.

Wall. In this same interiude, it doth befall, thing.

That I, one Snout by name, present a wall: Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind.

And such a wall as I would have you think, The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for no- That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink, thing.

Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby,

Did whisper often very secretly. Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake:

This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone doth show And what poor duty cannot do,

That I am that same wall; the truth is so: Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.

And this the cranny is, right and sinister, Where I have come, great clerks have purposed

Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper. To greet me with premeditated welcomes ;

The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak better? Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,

Dem. It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard Make periods in the midst of sentences,

discourse, my lord. Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears,

The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence. And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off,

Enter PYRAMITS. Not paying me a welcome : Trust me, sweet,

Pyr. O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black! Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome ;

O night, which ever art when day is not!

O night, 0 night, alack, alack, alack,
And in the modesty of fearful duty

I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!
I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.

* The Prologue is very carefully mis-pointed in the original Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity,

editions--" a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all dis. In least speak most, to my capacity.

ordered." Had the fellow stood " upou points" it would liave

read thus : Enter PuILOSTRATE.

If we offeud, it is with our good will

That you should think we come not to oflend; Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is But with good will to show our simple skill. address d.c

That is the true beginning of our end.

Consider then. We come: but in despite Snow is a common thing; and, therefore, “wonderous We do not come. As, minding to content you. strange" is sufficiently antithetical--hot ice, and snow as Our true intent is all for your delight. strange.

We are not here that you should here repent you. Might. This is not used to express power, but will-what The actors are at hand; and, by their show, one mniyeth - the will for the deed.

You shall know all that you are like to know." ddtress'd- vady.

b Fail-used actively.

And thon, 0 wall, thca sweet and lovely wall,

Hip. I am weary of this moon: Would he would That stands between her father's ground and mine ; Thou wail, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,

change. Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne. The. It appears, by his small light of discretion,

(Wall holds up his fingers. that he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all reaThanks, courteous wall : Jove shield thee well for this i Bat what see I? No Thisby do I see.

son, we must stay the time. vieked wall, through whom I see no bliss ;

Lys. Proceed, Moon. Curs'd be thy stones for thus deceiving me!

Moon. All that I have to say is, to tell you, that the antern The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.

is the moon; 1, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my curse again.

Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; for Bot. No, in truth, sir, he should not. “ Deceiving they are in the moon. But, silence; here comes Thisbe. tre" is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to

Enter ThisBE. spp her through the wall. You shall see, it will fall

This. This is old Ninny's tomb: Where is my love? pat as I told you :-Yonder she comes.

Lion. Oh,

(The Lion roars.--THISBE runs of Enter TAISBE.

Dem. Well roared, lion.
This, O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,

The. Well run, Thisbe.
For parting my fair Pyramus and me:
My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones;

Hip. Well shone, moon. Truly, the moon shines Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.

with a good grace. Pyr. I see a voice : now will I to the chink,

The. Well moused, lion. This my as I can hear my This boy's face.

(The Lion tears Thisbe's mantle, and exit.

Dem. And then came Pyramus.
Tais. My love! thou art my love, I think.
Pyr. Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace;

Lys. And so the lion vanished.
And like Limander am I trusty still.

This. And I like Helen, tili the fates me kill.
Por. Sot Shafalus to Procrus was so true.

Pyr. Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams; This. As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.

I thank thee, moon, for shining now so bright; Pyr. O, kiss me through the hole of this vile wall.

For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams,

I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.
This. I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.
Pyr. Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?

But stay ;- spite !
Tais. Tide life, 'tide death, I come without delay.

But mark ;-Poor knight, Wall. Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so;

What dreadful dole is here? Ani, being done, thus Wall away doth go.

Eyes, do you see?

How can it be? (Eseunt Wail, Pyramus, and THISBE.

O dainty duck! O dear! The. Now is the mural down between the two neigh

Thy mantle good, hours.

What, stain'd with blood ?

Approach, ye furies fell! Den. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful

O fates I come, come; to bear without warning.

Cut thread and thirum; Hip. This is the silliest stuff that e'er I heard.

Quail, crush, conclude, and quell! The. The best in this kind are but shadows; and the The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. would go near to make a man look sad.

Hip. It must be your imagination, then, and not Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. theirs.

Pyr. O, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame ?

Since lion vile hath here deflour'd my dear : The. If we imagine no worse of them than they of

Which is-00, 00—which was the fairest dame, themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here

That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik’d, that look'd with cheer. come two noble beasts in, a man and a lion.

Come, tears, confound;

Out, sword, and wound

of Pyramus: Lin. You, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear

Ay, that left pap The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor,

Where heart doth hop :May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here,

Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.

Now am I dead, Then knos that I, one Spug the joiner, am

Now am I fled; A loo fell, nor else no lion's dam:

My soul is in the sky : For if I should as lion come in strife

Tongne, lose thy light! luto this place, 't were pity of my life.

Moon, take thy flight ! The. A very gentle beast, and of a good con

Now die, die, die, die, die. [Dies.-Erit MOONSHINE. science

Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er Ione.

Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour.

nothing. The. True; and a goose for his discretion.

The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet recover Dem. Not so, my lord; for his valour cannot carry and prove an ass. his discretion; and the fox carries the goose.

Hip. How chance Moonshine is gone, before Thisbe The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his comes back and finds her lover ? valoar; for the gouse carries not the fox. It is well: The. She will find him by starlight.—Here she leave it to his discretion, and let us hearken to the comes; and her passion ends the play.

Enter THIBBE. Yon. This lantern doth the horned moon present.

Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one for Dem. He should have worn the horns on his head. such a Pyramus : I hope she will be brief. The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, vithin the circumference.

which Thisbe, is the better. Moon. This lantern doth the horned moon present; Lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes Myxlf the man i' th' moon do seem to be.

Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet. The. This is the greatest error of all the rest : the

This. Asleep, my love. man should be put into the lantern : How is it else the

What, dead, my dove ? man i' tbe moon?

O Pyramus, arise,

Speak, speak. Quite dumb ? Dem. He dares not come there for the candle: for,

Dead, dead ? A tomb PRI see, it is already in snufl.

Yust cover thy sweet eyes.

The pap

pany ?

hic excuse.

These lily lips,

Now are frolic; not a mouse
This cherry nose,

Shall disturb this hallow'd house :
These yellow cowslip cheeks,

I am sent, with broom before,
Are gone, are gone :
Lovers, make moan!

To sweep the dust behind the door.
His eyes were green as leeks.
O sisters three,

Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Trains
Come, come to me,
With hands as pale as milk;

Obe. Through the house give glimmering light,
Lay them iu gore,
Since you have shore

By the dead and drowsy fire ;
With shears his thread of silk.

Every elf, and fairy sprite,
Tongue, not a word :

Hop as light as bird from brier;
Come, trusty sword;

And this ditty, after me,
Come, blade, my breast imbrue
Aud farewell, friends;

Sing, and dance it, trippingly.
Thus Thisbe ends :

Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote:
Adieu, adieu, adieu.


To each word a warbling note, The. Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead. Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Dem. Ay, and Wall too.

Will we sing, and bless this place. Bot. No, I assure you ; the wall is down that parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the epilogue,

SONG, AND DANCE. or to hear a Bergomaska dance, between two of our com

Obe. Now, until the break of day,
The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs Through this house each fairy stray.

Never excuse; for when the players are all To the best bride-hed will we,
dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he that Which by us shall blessed be:
writ it had played Pyramus, and hanged himself in And the issue there create
Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and Ever shall be fortunate.
so it is, truly; and very notably discharged. But come, So shall all the couples three
your Bergomask : let your epilogue alone.

Ever true in loving be; [Here a dance of Clowns. And the blots of Nature's hand The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve :

Shall not in their issue stand; Lovers to bed : 't is almost fairy time.

Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar, I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn,

Nor mark prodigious, such as are As much as we this night have overwatch d.

Despised in nativity, This palpable-gross play hath well beguild

Shall upon their children be The heavy gait of night.—Sweet friends, to bed.

With this field-dew consecrate, A fortnight hold we this solemnity,

Every fairy take his gait; In nightly revels, and new jollity.

(Exeunt. And each several chamber bless,

Through this palace with sweet peace;

Ever shall in safety rest,

And the owner of it blest.
Enter Puck.
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,

Trip away;

Make no stay:
And the wolf behowls the moon ;

Meet me all by break of day.
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,

[Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Tran All with weary task fordone.

Puck. If we shadows have offended,
Now the wasted brands do glow,

Think but this, (and all is mended)
Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,
Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,

That you have but slumber'd here,

While these visions did appear.
In remembrance of a shroud.

And this weak and idle theme,
Now it is the time of night,

No more yielding but a dream,
That the graves, all gaping wide,

Gentles, do not reprehend;
Every one lets forth his sprite,

If you pardon, we will mend.
In the church-way paths to glide :

And, as I am an honest Puck,
And we fairies, that do run

If we have unearned luck,
By the triple Hocate's b team,

Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
From the presence of the sun,

We will make amends, ere long :
Following darkness like a dream,

Else the Puck a liar call. • An Italian dance, after the manner of the peasants of Ber:

So, good night unto you all. gomasco.

Give me your hands, if we be friends, b Marlowe, Middleton, and Gulding also use Hecate as a dissyllable. In Spenser and Jonson we find Hecāte.

And Robin shall restore amends. (Exit

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