Chorus. Philomel, with melody, Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby: Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby. II. 2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here; Chorus. Hence, you long-legg`d spinners, hence: Philomel, with melody, &c. 1 Fai. Hence, away; now all is well : One, aloof, stand sentinel. [Exeunt Fairies. Titania sleeps. Enter Oberon. Obe. What thou seest when thou dost wake, [Squeezes the flower on Titania's cye-lids. Do it for thy true love take; Love, and languish for his sake: Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, Enter Lysander and Hermia. [Exit. Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood; And to speak truth, I have forgot our way; We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, And tarry for the comfort of the day. Her. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed, For I upon this bank will rest my head. *The small tiger, Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence; Her. Lysander riddles very prettily:- So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: Here is my bed: sleep give thee all his rest! press'd! Enter Puck. Puck. Through the forest have I Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe* : Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid. Enter Demetrius and Helena, running. [Exit. Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus. Hel. O, wilt thou darklingt leave me? do not so. Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go. [Exit Demetrius. Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase! The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies; For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears: If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. No, no, I am as ugly as a bear; For beasts that meet me, run away for fear: sake. Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet [Waking. Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word Is that vile name, to perish on my sword! Hel. Do not say so, Lysauder; say not so: What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though? Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. Lys. Content with Hermia? No: I do repent Who will not change a raven for a dove? Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, In such disdainful manner me to woo. But fare you well: perforce I must confess, I thought you lord of more true gentleness. Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! [Exit, Lys. She sees not Hermia:-Hermia, sleep thou there; And never may'st thou come Lysander near! The deepest loathing to the stomach brings; Or, as the heresies, that men do leave, So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy, Of all be hated; but the most of me! And all my powers, address your love and might, [Exit. Her. [starting.] Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy best, To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! ACT III. SCENE I. The same. The queen of fairies lying asleep. Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and Starveling. Bot. Are we all met? Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous conve. vient place for our rehearsal: this green plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake our trying house; and we will do it in action, as we will do it before the duke. Bot. Peter Quince, Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom? Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that? Snout. By'rlakiut, a parloust fear. Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, when all is done. By all that is dear. † Dangerous. + By our ladylin. |