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Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring,

Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar, that I will make the duke say, Let him roar again, Let him roar again.

Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you would fright the duchess and the ladies, that they would sbriek: and that were enough to hang us all.

All. That would hang us every mother's son.

Bot. I graut you, friends, if that you should fright the ladies out of their wils, they would have no more discretion but to hang us: but I will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale.

Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus: for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, gen. tleman-like man; therefore you must needs play Pyramus.

Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best to play it in? Quin. Why, what you will.

Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw.co. loured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your pur. ple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow.

Quin. Some of your French crowns have vo hair at all, and then you will play bare-faced. But, masters, here are your parts: and I am to entreat you, request you, and desire you, to con them by to-morrow night: and meet me in the palace wood, a mile witbout the town, by-moon light; there will we rehearse : for if we meet in the city, we shall be dog'd with company, and our devices known. In the mean time I will draw a bill of propertiest, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not.

• As if.

+ Articles required in performing a play.

Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains; be perfect; adieu.

Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.
Bot. Enough; Hold, or cut bow.strings.

(Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I. A wood near Athens.

Enter a Fairy at one door, and Puck at another.

Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you?
Fai. Over hill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough briar,
Over park, over pale,

Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander every where,
Swifter than the moones sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbst upon the green :
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,

In those freckles live their savours :
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, thou lobt of spirits, I'll be gone;
Our queen and all her elves come here anon.

Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to-night;
Take heed, the queen come not within his sight.
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
Because that she, as her attendant, hath

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A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king ;
She never had so sweet a changeling:
And jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild:
But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy.
Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy:
And now they never meet in grove, or green,
By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen*,
But they do squaret; that all their elves, for fear,
Creep into acorn cops, and hide them there.
Fri. Either I mistake your shape and making

quite,
Or else yon are that shrewd and knavish sprite,
Call'd Robin Good-fellow: are you not he,
That fright the maidens of the villagery;
Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quernt,
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn;
And sometime make the drink to bear no barmg;
Mislead night-wanderers, laugliing at their harm:
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck :
Are not you he?

Puck.' Thou speak'st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crabil; And, when she drinks, agaiost her lips I bob, And on her wither'd dew.lap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me: Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And tailor cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe;

• Shining. + Quarrel. ! Wild 'apple.

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Yeast.

And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear
A merrier liour was never wasted there.
Bat room, Faery, here comes Oberon.
Fai. And here my mistress 'Would that he

were gone!

SCENE II.
Enter Oberon, at one door, with his train, and

Titania, at another, with hers.
Obe. Ill met by moon-light, proud Titania.

T'ita. What, jealous Oberon? Fairy, skip hence;
I have fors worn his bed and company.
Obe. Tarry, rash wanton; Am not I thy lord ?

Tita. Then I must be thy lady: But I know
When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Coriu sat all day,
Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
Come from the farthest steep of India?
But that forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love,
To Thesus must be wedded; and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity.

Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Kuowing I know thy love to Theseus?
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering

night
From Perigenia, whom he ravished ?
And make him with fair Æglé break his faith,
Wilii Ariadne, and Antiopa ?

Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy:
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,
By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,
Or on the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the wliistling wind,

But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the laud,
Have every peluingi river made so proud,
That they have overborne their continents to
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vaid,
The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green cori
Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard :
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrain flock;
The nine men's morrist is fill'd up with mud;
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread, are undistinguishable;
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatick diseases do abound:
And thorough this distemperature, we see
The seasons alter : hoary.headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose ;
And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown,
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer,
The childings autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world,
By their increasell, now knows nol which is which :
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissention;
We are their parents and original.

Obe. Do you amend it theu; it lies in you:
Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
I do but beg a little changeling boy,
To be my henchman.

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