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That they have overborne their continents'. Since once I sat upon a promontory:
Puck. I remember.
06. That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not) For lack of tread, are undistinguishable.
Flying between the cold moon and the earth, The human mortals want their winter here, 10 Cupid all arm’d: a certain aim he took No night is now with hymn, or carol blest :- At a fair vestal, throned by the west; Therefore the moon, the governess of tloods, And loos'd his love-shaft sinartly from his bow, Pale in her anger, washes all the air.
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: That rheumatic diseases do abound':
But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft And, thorough this distemperature *, we see 15 Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watry moon; The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
And the imperial votress passed on, Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose ;
In maiden meditation, fancy-free". And on old Hyem's chin, and icy crown,
Yet, mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds It fell upon a little western tlouet,- (wound, Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer, 20Before, milk-white; now purple with love's The childing autum, angry winter, change Ind maidens call it, love in idleness'. [once ; Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world, Fetch me that flower; the herb I shew'd thee : -y their increase, now knows not which is which : The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid, And this same progeny of evils comes
Will make or man or woman madly doat
Fetch me this herb ; and be thou here again,
Ere the leviathan can swim a league.
Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth I do but beg a little changeling boy,
In forty miuutes.
[Exit. To be my henchman'.
301 0b. Having once this juice, Queen. Set your heart at rest,
Pll watch Titania when she is asleep, The fairy land buys not the child of me.
And drop the liquor of it in her eyes: His mother was à votress of my order:
The next thing when she waking looks upon,
Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,
And I will over-hear their conference.
Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. As from a voyage, rich with merchandize. Where is Lysander and fair Hermia? But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; 45 The one I'li slay, the other slayeth me. And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy; Thou told:st me they were stolen unto this wood, And, for her sahe, I will not part with bim. And here am I, and wood ?' within this wood, Ob. How long within this wood intend you Because I cannot meet my Hermia.
[day. Hence, get thee gove, and follow me no more. Queen. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-50 Hil. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; If you will patiently dance in our round,
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart And see our moon-light revels, go with us; Is true as steel: Leave you your power to draw, If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. And I shall have no power to follow you,
Ob. Give me that boy, and I wiil go with thee. Dem. Do I entice you ? do I speak you fair? Queen. Not for thy fairy kingdom--Fairies, away:55Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth We shall chide downright, if I longer stay.
Tell you--I do not, nor I cannot love you? [Ereunt Queen and her train. Hél. And even for that do I love you the more; Ob. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this I am your spaniel ; and Demetrius, Till I torment thee for this injury.- (grove, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you; My gentle Puck, come hither: Thou remember'st 60 C'se me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Meaning their banks. ? Nine men's morris is a game still played by the shepherds, cow-keepers, &c. in the mialand counties 3 The confusion of seasons here described, is no more than a poetical account of the weather, which happened in England about the time when this play was first published. * That is perturbation. That is, the pregnant. That is, produce. Page of honour. This was intended as a compliment to Queen Elizabeth. 'i. e. heart's-ease. 10 Wood, here means mad, wild, racing. In this sense it was formerly spelled wode.
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, May be the lady: Thou shalt know the man
By the Athenian garments he hath on.
· Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spi- Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so. For I am sick, when I do look on thee.
[Exeun, Hel. And I am sick, when I look pot or you.
SC EN E III.
Another part of the Wood.
101 Into the hands of one that loves you not;
Enter the Queen of Fuiri s, with her train. To trust the opportunity of night,
Queen. Come, now a roundel?, and a fairy song; And the ill counsel of a desert place.
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence: With the rich worth of your virginity.
Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds; Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that. 15 Some, war with rear-mice on ” for their leathern It is not night, when I do see your face,
wings Therefore I think, I am not in the night:
To make my small elves coats; and some keepback Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company;
Theclam'rous owlthat nightly hoots and wonders For you, in iny respect, are all the world: At ourquaint spirits * : Sing me now asleep; Then how can it be said, I am alone,
201 Then to your offices, and let me rest. When all the world is here to look on me?
Thorny hedge-hogs be not seen;
Chorus. The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind
Philomel, with melody, Makes speed to catch the tyger: Bootless speed !
Sing in your sweet lullaby: When cowardice pursues and valour flies.
Lulla, tulla, lullaby ; lullu, lulla, lullaby ; Dem. I will not stay thy questions ; let me go: 30 Never hurm, nor .poli nor charm, Or, if thou follow me, do not believe
Come our lovely ludy nigh; But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.
So, good night, with lullaby,
Weaving spiders, come not here; We cannot fight for love, as men inay do ;
Hence you long-legg'd spinners, hence: We shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo.
Beetles black, approuch not near:
Worm, nor snail, do no ojfence,
Philomel, with melody, &c.
First Fairy. Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.
Hence, away; now all is well :
One, aloot, stand sentinel.
[Exeunt Fairies. The Queen sleeps, Puck. Ay, there it is.
Enter Oberon. Oh. I pray thee, give it me,
Ob. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
[Squeezes the flower on her eye-lids. Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; Do it for thy true love take; Quite over-canopy'd with luscious woodbine, Love, and languish for bis sake: With sweet musk roses, and with eglantine: 50 Be it ounce': or cat, or bear, There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, Pard, or boar with bristled hair, Lulld in these tlowers with dances and delight; In thy eye that shall appear And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin, When thou wak’st, it is thy dear; Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in :
Wake when some vile thing is near. [Exit Ober, And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes, 55
Enter Lysunder and Hermia. And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove:
wood; A sweet Athenian lady is in love
And to speak truth, I have forgot our way: With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes; We'll rest us. Hermia, if you think it good, But do it when the next thing he espies 60 And tarry for the comfort of the day. · The greater cowslip. 'A roundel is a dance in a ring. 'A rere
mouse is a bat. Dr. Warburton reads quaint sports, The ounce is a small tyger, or tyger-cat.
Her. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed, No, no, I am as ugly as a bear, Fırl upon this bank will rest my head,
For beasts, that meet me, run away for fear : Lis, ne turf shall serve as pillow for us both; Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius Ole heart, one bed, tuo boscuns, and one troth. Do, as a monster, tly my presence thus.
Hr. Náy, good Lysander; for mysake,my dear, 5 What wicked and dissembling glass of mine L e further ont, vet, do not lyeso near.
Made me compare with Hermja's spbery eyne?LY.(), take the sense, sweet, of my innocence; But who is here? Lysander? on the ground? I ove takes the meaning in love's conierence, Deadl? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound:I me n, that my heart unto yours is knit; Lyiunder, if you live, goo : sir, awake. So that but one heart we can make of it: 10 Ljs. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet Two bosom interchained with an oath;
li ahing. So then two bosoms, and a single troth.
'ransparent Helena! Nature shews art, Then, by your side no bed-ron me deny; That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
Where is Demetrius? Oh, bow tit a word Hir. Lysander riddles very prettily 115 is that vile name, to perish on my sword ! Now muchveshrew' my manners and my pride, Hl. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so: Illermia meant to say, Lysander ly’d. What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what But, gentie iriend, for love and courtesy
though ?? Lieturther ott; in human modesty
Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. Such separation, as, may well be said,
20 Lys. Content with Hermia? No:I do repent Becomes a virtrous batchelor, and a maid: The tedious minutes I with her have spent. So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: Not Hermia, but Helena I love: Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet lite end! Who will not change a raven for a dove?
L48. Amen, amen, to that fair pray’r, say I; The will of man is by his reason sway'd; And then end lite, when I end lovalıy!
25 And reason says you are the worthier maid. Here is my bud: Sleep give thee all his rest! Things growing are not ripe until their season : Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason ; press'd!
[They sleep. And touching now the point of human shill, Enter Puck.
Reason becomes the marshal to my will, Puck. Through the forest have I gone, 30 And leads me to your eyes; where I o’erlook But Athenien found I none,
Love's stories, written in Love's richest book. On whose eyes I might approve
Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery This flower's force in stirring love.
born ? Night and silence! who is here?
When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn? Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
35 Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, This is he, my master said,
That I did never, no, nor never can,
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
Good troth, you do me wrong, good soth, you do,
40 10 such disdainful manner me to woo.
I thoughi you lord of more true gentleness *.
Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! [Erit.
45 Lys. She sees not Hermia :-Hermia, sleep So awahe, when I ain zone;
thou there; For I must now to Oberon, [Exit. And never may'st thou come Lysander near! 'Enter Demetrius and I lena running. For, as a surteit of the sweetest things, Hul. Stav, though thouhill me,sweet Demetrius. The deepest loathing to the stomach brings; Dim. I charge thee, bence, and do not haunt me 50'Or, as the heresies, that men do leave, thus.
Are hated most of those they did deceive:
[Erii Demetrius. And all my powers, address your love and might, I. O, I am out of breath, in this fond chace! 55 To honour llelen, and to be her knight! [Ext. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace?. Her. (starting from sleep.] Help me, LysanIlappy is hiermia, wheresoe'er she lies;
der, help me! do thy best, For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. [tears. To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! llow came her eyes so bright? Not with sale
for pity!--what a dream was here? If
so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. 60 Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear!
'Beshrew means the same as if she had said, “Now ill brfal my manners, &c.” ? i. e. My acceptableness . i.e. What then? : Meanmg, that he had more of the spirit of a gentleman.
Methought, a serpent eat my heart away,
Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear;
Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two The Wood.
frard things; that is, to bring the moon-light into Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and a chamber: for you know, Pyramus and Thisby Starteling:
meet by moon-light. The Queen of Fuiries lying asleep. 115 Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we play Bot. ARE we all met!
our play? Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous con- Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the almavenient place for our rehearsal: This green plot nack; find out inoon-shine, iind out moon-shine. shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring- Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night. house; and we will do it in action, as we will do 20 Bot. Why then you may leave a casement of it before the duke.
the great chamber window, where we play, open; Bot. Peter Quince,
and the moon may shine in at the casement. Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom ?
Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyra- bush of thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he comes mus and Thisby, that will never please. First, 25 to distigure, or to present, the person of moonPyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which shine. Then, there is another thing: we must the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that? have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus Snout. By’r lakino, a parlous' fear.
and Thisby, says the story, did talk through the Star. I believe we must leave the killing out, Ichink of a wall. when all is done.
301 Snug. You never can bring in a wall:- What Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all
say you, Bottom? well. Write me a prologue: and let the pro
Bot. Some man or other must present wall: logue seem to say, we will do no barm with our and let him have some plaster, or some lome, or swords; and that Pyramus is not kill'd indeedi: some rough-cast, about him, to signify walı; or and, for the more better assurance tell them, that 35 let him hold his fingers thus, and through that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom the cranny shall Pyranus and Thisby whisper. weaver: This will put them out of fear.
Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue ; sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your and it shall be written in eight and six.
parts. Pyramus, you begin: when you have Bat. No, make it two more; let it be written 40| poken your speech, enter into that brakie*; and in eight and eight.
so every one according to his cue. Snout. Will not the ladies be afi-ard of the lion:
Entor Puck behind. Star. I fear it, I promise you.
Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with your
swaggering here, selves: to bring in, God shield us! a lion among 45 So'near the cradle of the fairy queen? ladies, is a most dreadful thing: for there is not What, a play toward? I'll be an auditor; a more fearful wild-fowl, than your lion, living : An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause. and we ought to look to it.
Quin. Speak, Pyramus :- Thisby, stand forth. Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell, Pyr. “ Thisby, the flower of odious savours he is not a lion.
50 Quin. Odours, odours.
[sweet.” Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and halt Pyr. "--odours savours sweet. his face must be seen through the lion's neck; “So doth thy breath, my dearest Thishy dear.-and he himself must speak through, saying thus, “ But, hark, a voice! stay thou but here a whit', or to the same defect, -Ladies, or fair ladies, I And by and by I will to thee appear.” would wish you, or, I would request you, or, 155
[Exit Pyramus, would entreat you, not to fear, not to tremble: Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here! my life for yours. If you think I come hither as
[-iside. Exit. a lion, it were pity of my life: No, I am no such This. Must I speak now? thing; I am a man as other men are:-and there, Quin. Ay, marry, must you: for you must unindeed, let him name his name; and tell them 60 derstand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, plainly, he is Snug the joiner.
I land is to come again. ? This adjuration is frequently used by our author. ? i. e. by our Ladykin, or little ladı. lous means dangerous. * Brake anciently signitied a thicket or bush. i, e, a little while.
This.“ Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape ;! "s of hue,
And thy fair virtue's force,perforçe doth move me, “Of colour like the rel-rose or triumphant brier, On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. “ Most briskly juvenal ', and eke most lovely Jew, Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little “ As true as truest horse, that yet would never 5 reason for that: And yet, to say the truth, reason “tire,
and love keep little company together now-a-days: “I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.” The more the pity, that some honest neighbours
Quin. Ninus' tomb, man: Why you must not will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek", speak that yıt; that you answer to Pyramus: you speak all your part at once, cues’ and all. — Pyra-10 Queen. Thou art as wise, as thou art beautiful. mus enter; your cuei past; it is, never tire. Bot. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough Re-enter i'uck and Boliom with an ass's head. to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve This. “O-Ás true as truest horse, that yet mine own turn. " would never tire."
Queen. Out of this wood do not desire to go; Pyr.“ If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine:” 15 Thou shalt remain here,whether thou wilt or no.
Quin. O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted! I am a spirit, of no common rate; Pray, masters! tly, masters ! help!
The summer still doth tend upon my state,
[Ereunt Clouns. And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; Pick. !!!! follow you, I'll lead you about a I'll give thee faries to attend on thee; round,
20 And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, Through bog, through bush, through brake, And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep: through brier:
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so,
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.-.
seed! Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.
Enter four fairies, Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery
1 Fair. Ready. of them, to make me ateard.
2 Fair. And I. Re-entir Snout.
3 Fair. And I. Snout. O Bottom, thou art chang'd! what do 4 Fair. And I: where shall we go? I sce on thee?
Queen. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
35 With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, translated.
[Exil. And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs, Bot. I see their knavery: this is to make an ass |And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will To have my love to bed, and to arise; not ur from this place, do what they can: I will 40 And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they
To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes : shall hear I am not afraid.
[Sings. Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. The ouscl-cock“, so black of hue,
1 Fair. Hail, mortal, hail !
2 Fair. Hlail! With orange-tar ny bill,
145 The thu osile' wiih his note so true,
3 Fair. Hail ! The wren with little quill:
Bot. I cry your worship’s mercy heartily,
I beseech your worship’s name? Queen. What angel wakes me from my flowery Cob. Cobweb. bed?
(Waking Bol. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, Bottom sings.
50 good master Cobweb: If I cut my finger, I shall The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, make bold with you.--Your name, honest genThe pliin-song cuckow gray,
tleman ? Whose note full muny a man doth mark, Pease. Pease-blossom. And dires not ursace?", nay:
Bot. I pray you commend me to mistress for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a 55 Squash your mother, and to master Peascod, your bird? Who would give the bird the lye, though ather. Good master Pease-blossom, I shall desire he cry cuckou, neves so.
you of more acquaintance too.—Your name, I Quien. I pray ti:ee, gentle mortal, sing again : bestech you, sir ! Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note,
Mus. Mustard-seed. ii. e. young man.
in the language of the stage, is the last words of the preceding speech, and serves as a hint to him who is to speak next. 3 i. e. afraid. “The ousil cock is generally understood to be the cock blackbird. The throstle is the thrush. i.e. deceive, or beguile. A squush is an unripe peascod.