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Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your And the Athenian woman by his side; patience' well: that same cowardly, giant-like, That, when he wak'd, of force she must be ey’d. ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your
Enter Demeirius and Hermia. house: I promise you your kindred hath made my Ob. Stand close; this is the same Athenian. eyes water ere now. I desire you, more acquain- 5 Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. tance, good master Mustard-seed.
Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so? Queen. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. [worse; bower,
Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thec The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, 110 If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. And kill me too,
The sun was not so true unto the day,
As he to me: Would he have stol'n away
15 From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon, Enter Oberon.
This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon Ob. I wonder if Titania be awaked;
May through the centre creep, and so displease Then, what it was that next came in her eye, Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes. Which she must doat on in extremity.
It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him;
20 So should'a murderer look, so dead, so grim. Here comes mymessenger,—How now,madspirit: Dem. So should the murder'd look: and so What night-rule? now about this haunted grove?
should I, Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love. Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty: Near to her close and consecrated bower,
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, 25 As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. A crew of patches !, rude mechanicals,
Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he? That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? Were met together to rehearse a play,
Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds. Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
Her. Out, dog! out, cur, thou driv'st me past The shallowest thick skin of that barren sort, 30
the bounds Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then? Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake: Henceforth be never number'd among men! When I did him at this advantage take,
Oh! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake; An ass's powl. I fixed on his head;
Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, Anon, his Thisby must be answered. [spy, 35 And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch! And forth my minnock' comes: When they him Could not a worm, an adder, do so much? As wild geese, that the creeping fowler eye, An adder did it; for with doubler tongue Or rụsset-pated choughs, many in sorto,
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. Rising and cawing at the gun's report
Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris d' Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky; 40
mood: So, at his sight, away his fellows fly:
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus Dem. Ån it I could, what should I get therefore? strong,
45 Her. A privilege, never to see me more.Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: And from thy hated presence part I so: For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; See me no more, whether he be dead, or no. (Erit. Some, sleeves; some, hats: from yielders all Dem. There is no following her in this fierce things catch.
Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. [vein: I led them on in this distracted fear,
50 So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow, And left sweet Pyramus translated there: For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; When in that moment (so it came to pass) Which now in some slight measure it will pay, Titania wak’d, and straightway lov'd an ass.
If for his tender here I make some stay. Ob. This falls out better than I could devise.
[Lies down. But hast thou yet latch'd' the Athenian's eyes 55 Ob. What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?
quite, Puck. I took hiin sleeping—that is finish'd too, And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight:
* By patience is meant, standing still in a mustard-pot to be eaten with the beef, on which it was a constant attendant. 2 Meaning, what frolick of the night ? 'i. e. low, paltry fellows.
*i. e, a head. Minnekin, now minr, is a nice tritling girl. Minnock is apparently a word of contempt; it is more probable that Shakspeare wrote mimmick or player. • i. e. company. 'i. e, closed. To latch the door, in Staffordshire, and the adjoining counties, is, to shut the door. • Touch, in our author's time, was the same with our exploit, or rather stroke. lo e. mistaken.
Of thy misprision' must perforce ensue
Hel. Ospight! O hell! I see you all are bent Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. To set against me, for your merriment. Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man hold
If you were civil, and knew courtesy, ing troth,
You would not do ine thus much injury. A million fail, confounding oath on oath. 5 Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
Ob. About the wood go switter than the wind, But you must join, in souls', to mock me too? And Ilelena of Athens look thou find:
If you were men, as men you are in show, All fancy-sick. she is, and pale of cheer
You would not use a gentle lady so;
And now both rivals to mock Helena:
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes,
15 With your derision! None of nobler sort Sink in apple of his eye!
Would so offend a virgin; and extort' When bis love he doth espy,
poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. Let her shine as gloriously
Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius'; be not so; As the Venus of the sky.
For you lose Hermia; this, you know, I know: When thou wak’st, if she be bye,
20 And here, with all good-will, with all my heart, Beg of her for remedy.
In Herinia's love I yield you up my part;
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom I do love, and will do to my death.
HI Never did mockers waste more idle breath. And the youth mistook by me,
25 Dem. Lysander, keep thy Fermia; I will none: Pleading for a lover's fee;
If e'er Ilovd her, all that love is gone. Shall we their fond pageant see?
My heart with her but as guest-wise sojourn d; Lord, what fools these mortals be!
And now to Helen it is home return'd,
30 Lys. Helen, it is not so. Puck. Then will two, at once, wou one;
Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, That must needs be sport alone:
List to thy peril, thou aby" it dearAnd those things do best please me,
Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. That betal prepost'rously,
351 Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function Lys. Why shoulii you think, that I should woo The ear more quick of apprehensionmakes;[tahes, in scorn?
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, Scorn and derision never come iu tears:
It pays the hearing double recompense: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found. In their nativity all truth appears.
40 Mive ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, But why unkindly didst thou leave me so? Bearing the badge of faith to prove them true? Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press Hlet. You do advance your cunning more and
Her. What love could press Lysander from my When truth kills truth, () devilish-holy fray! 45
(bide? These vows are llermia's! Will you give her o'er; Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let kiin Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing Fair Helena; who more engild, the night weigh:
Than all yon fiery o's', and eyes of light. [know, Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee Will even weigh; and both as light as tales. 50 The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so?
Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be.
15 Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid ! To what, my love, shall I compare thine
Have you conspir'd, have you with these contrivd Crystal :s muddy. O how ripe in show
To bait me with this foul derision ? Thy lips, inose, kissing cherries, tempting grow! Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, That pure congealed white, high Taurus" snow, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, Fann' with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, 60 When we have chid the hasty-footed time When thou hold’st up thy hand: O let me kiss For parting us-1, and is all forgot ? This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss ! lll school-day friendship, childhood innocence?
· That is, mistake. 2 i. e. all lote-sick. That is, join heartily. * Sort is here used for degree or qua itu. 51. e. llarass, or torment. 6 See note 4, p. 188. Shakspeare sometimes uses () 1er a circl ; here he means the stars. 11
We, Hermia, like two artificial' gods,
Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent. Have with our neeld? created both one flower, Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change Both on one sanipler, sitting on one cushion, sweet love?
[is this, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; Lys. Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, out? As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, 51 Jut, loathed medicine! hateu potion, hence! Had been incorporate. So we grew together,
Her. Do you not jest? Like to a double cherry, seeming parted;
Hel. Yes, 'sooth; and so do you. But yet a union in partition,
Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. Two lovely berries moulded on one stem:
Dem. I would I had your bond, for, I perceive, So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; 10 A weak bond holds you; I'll not trust your word. Two of the nrst, like coats in heraldry,
178. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her Due but to one, and crowned with one crest. Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. [dead? And will you rent our ancient love asunder, Her. What, can you do me greater harm, than To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
hate? It is not friendly, 'tis not muidenly:
115 Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it;
love? Though I alone do teel the injury.
Am not I Herinia? Are not you Lysander? Her. I am amazed at your passionate words: I am as fair now, as I was erewhile. [me: I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me. Since night, you lov'd me; yet, since night, you left
Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, 20 Why, then you let me,- the gods forbid ! To follow me, and praise my eyes and tace? in earnest, shall I say? And made your other love, Demetrius,
Lys. Ay, by my life; (Who even but now did spurn re with bis foot) And never did desire to see thee more. To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt, Precious, celestial ? 'Wherefore speaks he this 25 Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest, To her he hates? and wherefore doth Lysander That I do hate thee, and love Helena. Deny your love, so rich within his soul.
Her.O me! youjuggler!oh, youcanker-blossom And tender me, forsooth, affection;
You thief of love! what, bave you come by night, But by your setting on, by your consent ? And stol'n my love's heart from him? What though I be not so in grace as you, 30 Hil. Fine, i faith! So hung upon with love, so fortunate;
Have you no mode ty, no maiden shame, But miserable most, to love unlov'd ?
No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear This you should pity, rather than despise. Impatient answers from my gentie tongue?
Her. I understand not what you mean by this. Fie, nie! you counterteit, you puppet, you ! Hel. Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks, 35 Hır.Puppet! why so? Ay, that way goes the game. Make mouths upon me when I turn my back; Now I perceive that she hath made compare Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up: Between our statures; she hath urg'd her height; This sport, well carry'd, shall be chronicled. And with her personage, her tall personage, If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
ter height,forsooth,she hath prevailid with him.You would not make me such an argument'. 40 And are you grown so high in bis esteem, But, tare ye well ; 'tis partly mine own fault;
Because I am so dwarfish and so low: Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy. How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak;
Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse; How low am I? I am not yet so low, My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena! But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. Hel. O excellent!
45 Hel. I pray you, though you mock me,gentlemen, Her. Sweet, do not scorn her so.
Let her not hurt ne: I was never curst; Dem. If she cannot retreat, I can compel. I have no gift at all in shrewishness; Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she entreat: I am a right maid for my cowardice; Thy threats have no more strength, than her weak Let her not strike me: You, perhaps, may think, Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do; [prayers.go Lecause she's something lower than myself
, I swear by that which I will lose for the ,
That I can match her.
Dem. I say, I love thee more than he can do. Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me.
Hermia; Dem. Quick, come,
55 Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you; Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this?
Save that, in love unto Demetrius, Lys. Away, you Ethiop!
I told him of your stealth unto this wood: Dem. No, no, sir, he'll
He follow'd you; for love, I follow'd him. Seem to break locse; take on, as you would follow; But he hath chid me hence; and threaten'd me But yet come not: You are a tame man, go! 60 To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too: Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr; vile thing, And now, so you will let me quiet go, let loose;
To Athens will I bear my folly back, Meaning, ingenious, artful. ? That is, needles. Meaning, such a subject of light merriment. * Sakspeare here alludes to the worm that preys on the leaves or buds of flowers, always beginning in the middle.
And follow you no further: Let me go:
To take from thence all error, with his might, You see how simple and how fond: I am. [vou And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight. Iler. Why get you gone: Who is't that binders When they next wake, all this derision Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision; Hér. What, with Lysander?
5 And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, Hil. With Demetrius.
[lena. With league,whose date'tilldeath shall never end. Lus. Be not afraid, she shall not harm thee, He- Whiles I in this aifair do thee employ, Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you takel I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy ;
And then I will her charined eve release Hel. O,when she’s angry, she is keen and shrewd; 10 From monster's view, and all things shall be peace. She was a vixen, when she went to school;
Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with And, though she be but little, she is tierce.
haste; Her. Little again? nothing but low and little? For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, Why will you suffer her to tout me thus ? And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; [there, Let me come to her.
15 At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and Lys. Get you gone, you dwarf ;
Troop home to church-yards: damned spirits all, You minimus?, of hind'ring knot-grass made'; That in cross-ways and Hoods have burial, You bead, you acorn.
Already to their wormy beds are gone; Dem. You are too officious,
For fear lest day should look their sbames upon, In her behalf that scorus your services,
20 They wilfully themselves exile from light, Let her alone: speak not of Helena ;
And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night, Take not her part: for if thou dost intend
Ob. But we are spirits of another sort: Never so little shew of love to her,
I with the morniirg's love have oft made sport; Thou shalt aby * it.
And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Lys. Now she holds me not;
|25|Even till the eastern-gate, all fiery red, Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose right, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Or thine or mine, is most in Helena.
Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streains. Dem. Follow ? nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay:
jowl. [Er. Lysunder und Demetrius. We may effect this business yet ere day. [Eiit Ob. Her. You, mistress, all this coyl is 'long of you: 30 Puck. Up and down, up and down; Nay, go not back.
I will lead thein up and down: Hil. I will not trust
I am fear'd in field and town; Nor onger stay in you curst company.
Goblin, lead them up and down, Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray;
Here comes one. My legs are longer, though, to run away.
Enter Lysander Her. I am amaz’d, and know not what to say. Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak [Exeunt; Hermia pursuing Helina.
thou now. Ob. This is thy negligence: still thou inistak'st, Puck. Here, villain, drawn and ready. Where Or else coumiti'st thy knaveries willingly.
art thou? Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. 40 Lys. I will be with thee straight. Did not you tell me, I should know the man
Puck. Follow me then By the Athenian garments he had on?
To plainer ground. And so far blameless proves my enterprize,
[Lys. goes out, as following Dem, That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes;
Enttr Demetrius, And so far am I glad it did se sort',
145 Dem. Lysander! speak again. As this their jangling I esteem a sport, [fight: Thou run-away, thou coward, art thou fled?
Ob. Thou seest, ihese lovers seek a place to Speak. In some bush? where dost thou hide thy Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
[-tars, The starry welkin cover thou anon
Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the With drooping fog, as black as Acheron ; 50 Telling the bushes that thou look'st tor wars, And lead these testy rivals so astray,
And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou As one come not within another's way.
child; Like to Lysander sometime frame thiy tongue, I'll whip thee with a rod: He is defild, Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong; That draws a sword on thee. And sometimes rail thou like Demetrius; 55 D-m. Yea; art thou there? And from each other look thou lead them thus, Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood 'Tillo er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
(Ertunt. With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep:
Re-enter Lysander. Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye:
Lys. He goes betore me, and still dares me on; Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, 60 When I come where he calls, then he is gone.
" That is, foolish. 2i. e. you diminutive of the creation, you reptile. Knot-grass was anciently supposed to prevent the growth of any animal or child. Touby is to pay dear for, to suiter. j. e. to happen. i. e. salutiferous.
The villain is much lighter heeld than I:
Here she comes, curst, and sad :I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly;
Cupid is a knavish lad, That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
Thus to make poor females mad. And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day!
[Lies down. 5 For if but once thou shew me thy great light,
Her. Never so weary, never so in woe, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spight.
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers; Re-enter Puck and Demetrius.
I can no further crawl, no further go; Puck. Ho, ho, ho! coward,why comest thou not? My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st: for well I wot, 10 Here will I rest me, till the break of day. Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place; Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! And dar’st not stand, nor look me in the face.
[Lies down Where art thou?
Puck. On the ground Puck. Come hither; I am here.
Sleep sound: Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou shalt 15 buy this dear.
To your eye, If ever I thy face by day-light see:
Gentle lover, remedy. Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me [Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye. To measure out my length on this cold bed.-
When thou wak'st,
In the sight Abate thy hours; shine, comforts, from the
Of thy former lady's eye: east;
And the country proverb known, That I may back to Athens by day-light, 125
That every man should take his own, From these that my poor company
In your waking shall be shown: And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
Jack shall have Jill; Steal me awhile from mine own company:
Nought shall go ill;
[Sleeps. The man shall have his mare again, and all shall Puck. Yet but three? come one more ; 301
be well. (Erit Puck. They sleep. Two of both kinds make up four.
honey-bag, signior.- Where's monsieur Mustard
40 seed A Wood.
Must. Ready. Enter Queen of the Fairies, Bottom, Fairies at
Bot. Give me your neif", monsieur Mustard-seed. tending, and the King behind them. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good mousieur.
Alust. What's your will? Queen. COME, sit thee down upon this flowery45. Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help ca
valero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barWhile I thy amiable cheeks do coy',
ber's, inousieur; for, methinks, I'am marvellous And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, hairy about the face: and I am such a tender ass,
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. lif my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. Bot. Where's Pease-blossom?
50 Queen. What, wilt thou hear some musick, Pease. Ready.
my sweet love? Bot.Scratch my head,Pease-blossom.- Where's Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in musick: monsieur Cobweb?
let us have the tongs and the bones'. Cob. Ready.
Queen. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desir'st Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get 55 to eat. your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red- Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could hip'd humble bee on the top of a thistle; and good munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, hay, hath no fellow. good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break 601 Queen. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek not; would be loth to have you overfiown with al The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. 'To coy is to sooth, to stroke. . i. e. fist.
Meaning, the old rural musick of the tongs and