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And from each other, look, thou lead them thús;
"Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep;
Then crush this herb into L'ylander's eye,
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
To take from thence all error with its might;
And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight. .
When they next wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision;
And back to Athens shall the lovers wend
With league, whose date 'till death shall never end.
Whiles 1 in this affair do thee employ,'
I'll to my Queen, and beg her Indian boy;
And then I will her charmed eye release
From monster's yiew, and all things shall be peace..

Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with haste,
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;
At whose approach, ghosts wandring here and there
Troop home to church-yards; damned spirits all,
That in cross-ways and floods have burial,
Already to their wormy beds are gone; ,,,
For fear lest day should look their shames upon,
They wilfully exile themselves from light;
And must for aye consort with black-brow'd ni

Ob. But we are spirits of another sort; ..
I with the morning-light have oft made sport;
And, like a forester, the groves may tread,
+ Ev'n 'till the eastern gate, all fiery-red,
Opening on Neptune with Far-blelling beams,
Turns into yellow gold his falt-green streams.

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4 Evin till the safern gate, all fiery, red,,

Opening on Neptune with FAIR BLESSED beams,

Turns into yellow gold his falt-green Areams.). The Epi. thets fair bluffed are an insipid unmeaning expletive. Shakespear, without doubt, wrote, "vini od FAB-ILESSING beens:

. .

Eut, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay;
We may effect this business yet ere day. “Exit Ob.

Puck. Up and down, up and down,
I will lead them up and down :
I am fear'd in field and town.
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one.

Enter Lysander.
Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak thou

now. Puck. Here, villain, drawn and ready. Where art

thou ? Lys. I will be with thee straight.

Puck. Follow me then. To plainer ground. [Lyf. goes out, as following Dem.

Enter Demetrius. Dem. Lysander, speak again ; Thou run-away, thou coward, art thou Aled ? Speak in some bush: where dost thou hide thy head?

* Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Telling the bushes that thou look'st tor wars,
And wilt not come? come, recreant; come, thou child,
I'll whip thee with a rod; he is defild,
That draws a sword on thee.

Dem. Yea, art thou there?
Puck. Follow my voice, we'll try no manhood here.

[Exeunt. Lysander comes back. Lyf. He goes before me, and still dares me on;

i. e. whole genial rays have the most extensive influence. A corruption of the same kind we meet with in Timon,

Thou B LESS E D - BREEDING fun, which should be read,

Thou BLESSING-BREEDING fur, 3. e. who giveth blessings wherever it Things,


When I come where he calls me, then he's gone.
The villain is much lighter-heel'd, than I :
I follow'd fast, but fafter he did Ay;
That fall'n am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day:

. [Lyes down. For if but once thou shew me thy gray light, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spight. .

Enter Puck and Demetrius. Puck. Ho, ho, ho, coward, why com'ft thou not?

Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'ft: for well I wot,
Thou runn'ft before me, shifting every place;
And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. !
Where art thou?

Puck. Come thou hither, I am here.;
Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me; thou shalt buy

this dear,
If ever I thy face by day-light see. .
Now, go thy way; faintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this cold bed.
By day's approach look to be visited. [Lyes down.


Enter Helena.
Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night,

Abate thy hours; shine, comforts, from the East; That I may back to Athens by day-light,

From these, that my poor company detest;
And Neep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
Steal me a while from mine own company. [Sleeps,

Puck. Yet but three? come one more,
Two of both kinds make up four.
Here she comes, curst and sad:
Cupid is a knavilh lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.


Enter Hermia.
Her. Never fo weary, never so in woe,

Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briars,
I can no further crawl, no further go;

My legs can keep no pace with my desires :
Here will I rest me, 'till the break of day.
Heav'ns shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!

[Lyes down. Puck. On the ground

Sleep found,
I'll apply

To your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.

[Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye.
When thou wak'st,
Thou tak'st
True delight

In the sight
Of thy former lady's eye;
And the country proverb known,
That every man should take his own,
In your waking shall be shown.
Jack shall have Jill, naught shall go ill,
The man shall have his mare again, and all be well.

[Exit Puck. (They feep.


Continued, The WOO D. Enter Queen of Fairies, Bottom, Fairies attending,

and the King behind them.

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MOME, sit thee down upon this flow'ry bed,
U While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, .
And stick musk-rofes in thy Neek, smooth'd head ;
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.

Bot. Where's Peafeblossom?
Pease. Ready.

Bot. Scratch my head, Peafeblossom. Where's monfieur Cobweb?

Cob, Ready.

Bot. Monsieur Cobweba good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipt humblebee on the top of a thistle; and; good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret your self too much in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, have a care, the honey-bag break not ; I should be loth to have you over-flown with a honey-bag, signior, Where's monsieur Mustardfeed?

Muft. Ready.

Bot. Give me thy 'neafe, monsieur Mustardjeed; pray you, leave your curtefie, good monsieur.

Muf. What's your will ?

Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help Cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur ; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face. And I am such a tender ass, if my hair doth but tickle me, I must scratch. i Nease (Yorkshire) for fift.

Mr. Pope.


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