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Speak, of all loves ; I swoon almost with fear. Snug. You never can bring in a wall.-What
[Erit. and let him have some plaster, or some loam,
or some rougb-cast about him, to signify wall;
or let him hold his fingers thus, and through ACT III.
that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.
Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, SCENE I. The same. The Queen of Fairies sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse lying asleep.
your parts. Pyramus, you begin : when you
have spoken your speech, enter into that brake, Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and Starveling.
and so every one according to his cue.
Enter Puck behind.
Puck. What hempen home-spuns have w
An actor, too, perhaps, if I see cause. Bot. Peter Quince,
Quin. Speak, Pyramus:- Thisby, stand forth Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom ? Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours Bor. There are things in this comedy of Py: Quin.
Odours, odours. ramus and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill him.
Pyr. - odours savours sweet : self;'which the ladies cannot abide. How an
So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.swer you that?
But hark, a roice! stay thou but here a while, Snout. By'rlakin, a parlous fear.
And by and by I will to thee appear.
[Erit. Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd when all is done.
(Aside.-Erit. Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make This. Must I speak now ? all well. Write me a prologue : and let the Quin. Ay, marry, must yon: for you must prologue seem to say, we will
do no harm with understand, he goes but to see a noise that he our swords; and that Pyramus is not killed heard, and is to come again. Indeed : and, for the more better assurance,
This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyranus,
of hue, but Bottom the weaver: This will put them
Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, out of fear.
Most briskly Juvenal, and eke most lovely Jero, Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue;
As true as truest horse, that yet would never and it shall be written in eight and six.
tire, Bot. No, make it two more ; let it be written l'ul meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. in eight and eight.
Quin. Ninus' tomb, man: Why you must not Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion? speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus : Star. I fear it, I promise you.
you speak all your part at once, cues and ali. Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with Pyramus, enter ; your cue is past; it is, never yourselves: to bring in, God shield us! a lion tire. among ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass's head. there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion, living; and we onght to look to
This. 0,-As true as truest horse, that yet Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell, would never tire. he is not a lion.
Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine. Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half Quin. O monstrous ! O strange ! we are his face must be seen through the lion's neck; haunted. and he himself must speak through, saying thus, Pray, masters ! fly, masters I help! or to the same defect,-Ladies, or fair ladies, 1
(Ereunt Clowns. would wish you, or, I would request you, or, I Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a would entreat you, not to fear, not to tremble : round, my life for yours. If you think I come hither Through bog, through bush, through brake, as a lion, it were pity of my life : No, I am no through brier ; such thing; I am a man as other men are :- Sometime a horse !!!l be, sometime a honnd, and there, indeed, let him name his name; and A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire ; tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner.
And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and Quin. Well, it shall be su. But there is two burn, hard things; that is, to bring the moonlight Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. into a chamber : for you know, Pyramus and
[Erit. Thisby meet by moonlight.
Bot. Why do they run away ? this is a knavery Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we of them, to make me afeard. play our play?
Re-enter Snout. Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanack; find out moon-shine, find out moon- I see on thee ?
Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed ! what do shine.
Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's hea Quin. Yes it doth shine that night.
of your own; Do you? Bot. Why, then, you may leave a casement of the great chamber window, where we play,
Re-enter Quince. open; and the moon may shine in at the case Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thon ment.
[Erit. Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a Bot. I see their knavery! this is to make an bush of thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he ass of me; to fright me, if they could. But I comes to disfigure, or to present, the person of will not stir from this place, do what they can : moon-shine. Then, there is another thing: we I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, must have a wall in the great chamber; for that they shall hear I am not afraid. [Sings. Pyramus and Thisby, says the story, did talk The ousel-cock, so black of hue, through the chink of a wall.
With orange-tawney bill,
mine own turn.
The throstle with his note so true, Tita. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my
bower. Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; bed ?
(Waking. And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, Lamenting some enforced chastity. The plain-song cuckoo gray,
Tie up my lover's tongue, bring him silently. Whose note full inany a man doth mark,
[Exeunt. And dares not answer, nay
SCENE II. Another part of the Wood. for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish
Enter Oberon. R bird ? who would give a bird the lie, though
Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd ; he cry, cuckoo, never so? Tita' I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again; Which
she must dote on in extremity.
Then, what it was that next came in her eye, Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note, So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
Enter Puck. And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move Here comes my messenger.-How now, mad me,
spirit 7 On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. What night-rule now about this haunted grove ? Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have lit- Puck. My mistress with a monster in love. de reason for that : And yet, to say the truth, Near to her close and consecrated bower, reason and love keep little company together while she was in her dull and sleeping hour, nowadays: The more the pity, That some ho- A crew of patches, rude mechanicals, nest neighbours will not make them friends. That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, Nay, I can gleek uporr occasion.
Were met together to rehearse a play, Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. Intended for
great Theseus' nuptial day. Bot. Not so, neither : but if I had wit enough The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene, and entered in a brake: Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go; When I did him at this advantage take, Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. An ass's nowl I fixed on his head; Jam a spirit of no common rate;
Anon, his Thisby must be answered, The summer still doth tend upon my state, And forth my mimick comes : When they him And I do love thee : therefore, go with me;
spy, I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee;
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep : Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost Rising and cawing at the gun's report, sleep:
Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky; And I will purge thy mortal grossness so So, at his sight, away his fellows fly : That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; Peas-blossom! Cobweb ! Moth! and Mustard. He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. seed!
Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, Enter four Fairies.
Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: 1 Fai. Ready.
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch ; 2 Fai.
And I. 3 Fai.
Some, sleeves : some, hats; from yielders all
things catch. 4 Fai.
I led them on in this distracted fear, AIL. Where shall we go? Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; When in that moment (so it came to pass,)
And left sweet Pyramus translated there : Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ; Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass. Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, Obe. This falls out better than I could
devise. With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ; But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes The honey bags steal from the humblebees, And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs, Puck. I took him sleeping, -that is finish'd
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do? And light them at the fiery glowworm's eyes.
too, To have my love to bed, and to arise ;
And the Athenian woman by his side; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, That, when he wak’d, of force she must be ey'd. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes: Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
Enter Demetrius and Hermia. 1 Fai. Hail, mortal!
Obe. Stand close; this is the same Athenian. 2 Fai. fail!
Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. 3 Fai. Hail!
Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you 4 Fai. Hail !
807 Bot. I cry your worship's mercy, heartily.- Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. 1 beseech, your worship's name?
Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee Cob. Cobweb.
WOI'SC; Boi. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. good master Cobweb :-If I cut my finger, 1 If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, shall make bold with you. Your name, honest Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, gentleman ?
And kill me too. Pers. Peas-blossom.
The sun was not so true unto the day, Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress As he to me: Would he have stolen away Squash, your mother, and to master Peascod, From sleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon, your father. Good master Peas-blossom, I shall 7this whole earth may be bor'd ; and that the desire you of more acquaintance too. Your moon name, I beseech you, sir ?
May through the centre creep, and so displease Mus. Mustard-seed.
Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes. Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd'him; patience well : that same cowardly, giant-like So should a murderer look ; so dead, so grim. ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so your house : I promise you, your kindred hath should I, made my eyes water ere now. I desire you Pierc'd through the heart with your stern more acquaintance, good master Mustard-seed.
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, Scorn and derision never come in tears:
he ? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thon give him me ? Beaning the badge of faith, to prove them true Dem. I had rather give his carcass to my
Hel. You do advance your cunning more and hounds.
more. Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv’st me past When truth kills truth, O devilish holy fray! the bounds
These vows are Herinia's; Will you give her Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then ? o'er? Henceforth be never number'd amung men !
Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing O! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake; weigh: Durst thou have look'd npon him, being awake, Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, And hast thou kill'd him sleeping ? O brave Will even weigh; and both as light as tales. touch!
Lys. I had no judgment when to her I swore. Could not a worm, an adder, do so much? Hel. Nor none in my mind now you give her An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
o'er ? Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung:
Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd Dem. (awaking:) O Helen, goddess, nymph, mood :
perfect, divine ! I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. Crystal is muddy. 0, how ripe in show Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow ! Dem. An if I could, what should I get there. That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, fore?
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, Her. A privilege, never to see me more.-
When thou hold'st up thy hand : O let me kiss And from thy hated presence part I so:
This princess of pure white, this seul of bliss! See me no more, whether he be dead or no. Hel. O site! ( hell! I see you all are bent
(Erit. To set against me, for your merriment. Dem. There is no following her in this fierce If you were civil, and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury. vein: Here, therefore, for a while I will remain.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do, So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow
But you must join, in souls, to mock me too? For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; If you were men, as men you are in show, Which now, in some slight measure it will pay, To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, If for his tender here I make some stay.
(Lies down. When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. Obe. What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken You both are rivals, and love Hermia; quite,
And now both rivals to mock Helena : And laid 'the love-jnice on some true-love's A trim exploit, a manly enterprise, sight :
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes, Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
With your derision! none of noble sort Some true-love turned, and not a false turn's Would so offend a virgin ; and extort true.
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. Puck. Then fate o'errules; that, one man Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; holding troth,
For you love Hermia: this you know, I know: A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
And here, with all good will, with all my heart, Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, In Hermia's love I yield you up my part; And Helena of Athens look thou find :
And yours of Helena to me bequenth, All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer
Whom I do love, and will do to my death. With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood
Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. dear :
Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermin; I will none : By some illusion see thou bring her liere;
If e'er I lóv'd her, all that love is gone. I'll charm his eyes, against she do appear.
My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojourn'd; Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go :
And now to Helen is it home return'd, Swister than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
There to remain.
Helen, it is not so.
Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not
Lest, to thy peril, thou abide it dear.-
Look where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear.
Her. Dark night, that from the eye his func-
tion takes, Re-enter Puck.
The ear more quick of apprehension makes; Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Wherein it doth impair ihe seeing sense, Helena is here at hand;
It pays the hearing double recompense : And the youth, mistook by me,
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; Pleading for a lover's fee;
Mine ear, I thank it, bronght me to thy sound. Shall we their fond pagennt see?
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so? Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make,
press to go? Will cause Demetrius to awake.
Her. 'What love could press Lysander from my Puck. Then will two at once woo one;
side ? That must needs be sport alone;
Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him And those things do best please me, That befall preposterously.
Fair Helena, who more engilds the night
Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.
Why seeks't thou me? could not this make thee Les. Why should you think that I should woo know, in scorn ;
The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so.
Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be. Lys. Thy love! out, tawny Tarlar, out!
Hel. Lo, she is one of this contederacy! Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence!
Yes, 'sooth: and so do you. Injurious Hermia ! most ungrateful maid ! Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. Have.you conspir'd, have you with these con Dem. I would, 1 had your bond; for, 1 pertriv'd
ceive, To bait me with this fonl derision!
A weak bond holds you ; I'll not trust your word. Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, her dead? When we have chid the hasty-footed time Althongh I hate her, I'll not harm her so. For parting us,-0, and is all forgot?
Her. What, can you do me greater harm than All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? hate'? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Hate me! wherefore? O mel what news, my Have with our needs created both one flower,
love? Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Am not 1 Hermia? are not you Lysander ? Both warbling of one song, both in one key; I am as fair now as I was erewhile. As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Since night you lov'd me: yet since night you Had been incorporate. we grew together,
left me: Like to a double cherry, seeming parted; Why, then you left me,-0, the gods forbid ! Bot yet a union in partition,
In earnest shall I say? Two lovely berries moulded on one stem : Lys.
Ay, by my life; So, with two seerning bodies, but one heart; And never did desire to see thee more. Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt, Due but to one, and crowned with one crest. Be certain nothing truer; 'tis no jest, And will you rend our'ancient love asunder, That I do hate thee, and love Helena. To join with men in scorning your poor friend? Her. O me, you juggler! you canker blossom! It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly :
You thief of love! what, have you come by night, Our sex, as well as 1, inay chide you for it; And stol'n my heart's love from him ? Though I alone do feel the injury
Fine, i' faith! Her. I am amazed at your passionate words: Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, I scom you not: it seems that you scorn me. No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, Impatient answers from my gentle tongue ? To follow me, and praise my eyes and face? Fie, fie ! you counterfeit, you puppet you! And made your other love, Demetrius
Her. Puppet! why so ? Ay, that way goes the (Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,)
How low am I, thou painted maypole ? speak; But iniserable most, to love unlov'd?
How low am I? I am not yet so low, This you should pity, rather than despise. But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. Her. I understand not what you mean by this. Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gentle Hel. Ay, do persever, counterfeit sad looks,
men, Make mows upon me when I turn my back Let her not hurt me: I was never curst; Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up: I have no gift at all in shrewishness; This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. I am a right maid for my cowardice; If you have any pity, grace, or manners, Let her not strike me: Yon, perhaps, may think, You would noi make me such an argument. Because she's something lower than myself, But, fare ye weil: 'tis partly mine own fault; That I can match her. Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy. Her.
Lower! hark, again. Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse; Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena! 1 evermore did love you, Hermia, Hel. O excellent!
Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd Her. Sweet, do not scorn her so.
you; Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel. Save that, in love unto Demetrius, Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she en- I told him of your stealth into this wood: treat;
He follow'd you; for love, I follow'd him. Thy threats hay no more strength, than her But he hath chid me hence: and threaten'd me, weak prayers.
To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too: Helen, I love thee; by my life I do:
And now, so you will let me quiet go, I swear by that which I will lose for thee, To Athens will I bear my folly back, To prove him false, that says I love thee not. And follow you no further: Let me go; Dem. 1 say, I love thee more than he can do. You see how simple and how fond I am. Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. Her. Why, get you gone: Who is't that hinDem. Quick, come,
ders you? Her. 'Lysander, whereto tends all this? Hel. A foolish heart that I leave here behind. Lys. Away, you Ethiop!
Her. What! with Lysander ?
With Demetrius. Seem to break loose ; take on, as you would fol. Lys. Be not afraid : she shall not harm thee, low;
Helena. But yet come not: You are a tame man, go! Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you take Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr: vile thing,
her part. let loose,
Hel. O, when she's angry, she is keen and Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent
shrew'd: Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change She was a vixen, when she went to school; is this,
And though she be but little, she is fierce. Sweet love?
Her. Little again ? nothing but low and little ?
Why will you suffer her to flout me thus?
Puck. Up and down, up and down, Let me come to her.
I will lead them up and down: Lys.
Get you gone, you dwarf, I am fear'd in field and town; You minimus of hind'ring knot-grass made; Goblin, lead them up and down. You bead, you acorn.
Here comes one. Dem.
You are too officious, In her behalf that scorns your services:
Enter Lysander. Let her alone; speak not of Helena;
Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak Take not her part: for if thou dost intend
thou now. Never so little show of love to her,
Puck. Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where Thou shalt aby it.
art thou? Lys.
Now she holds me not ; Lys. I will be with thee straight. Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose right, Puck.
Follow me then Or thine, or mine, is most in Helena.
To plainer ground. Dem. Follow ? nay, I'll go with thee cheek by
[Exit Lys. as following the voice. jole. [Exeunt Lys. and Dem.
Enter Demetrius. Her. "You, mistress, all this coil is long of you:
Lysander! speak again. Nay, go not back.
Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled? Hel.
I will not trust you, I: Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide Nor longer stay in your curst company.
thy head? Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray; Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the My legs are longer though, to run away. [Exit. stars, Her. "I am amaz'd, and know not what to say. Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars,
[Erit, pursuing Helena. And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, Obe. This is thy negligence : still thou mistak'st, thou child, Or else committ'st thy knaveries wilfully. I'll whip thee with a rod: He is defil'd, Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. That draws a sword on thee. Did not you tell me, I should know the man Dem.
Yea; art thou there? By the Athenian garments he had on?
Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood And so far blameless proves my enterprise,
[Exeunt. That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes : And so far am I glad it so did sort,
Re-enter Lysander. As this their jangling I esteem a sport.
Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on; Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to When I come where he calls, then he is gone. fight :
The villain is much lighter heel'd than 1:
That fallen am l in dark uneven way,
[Lies down As one come not within another'sway.
For if but once thou show me thy gray light, Like to Lysandler sometime frame thy tongue, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
[Sleeps. And sometime rail thou like Demetrius : And from each other look thou lead them thus,
Re-enter Puck, and Demetrius. Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho! Coward, why com'st With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep:
thou not? Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye:
Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well I wot, Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place; To take from thence all error with his might,
And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight. Where art thou ? When they next wake, all this derision
Come hither; I am here. Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision;
Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou shalt And back to Athens shall the lovers wend
buy this dear, With league whose date till death shall never end. If ever I thy face by day-light see: Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,
Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy;
To measure out my length on this cold bed. And then I will her charmed eye release From monster's view, and all things shall be By day's approach look to be visited.
[Lies down and sleeps. peace. Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with
Enter Helena. haste; For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;
Abate thy hours: shine comforts from the east; At whose approach, ghosts, wandering'here and that I may back to Athens by day-light, there,
From these that my poor company detest:Troop home to churchyards ; damned spirits all, And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's That in cross-ways and floods have burial,
Steal me awhile from mine own company.
Puck. Yet but three? Come one more; They willally themselves exile from light, And must for aye consort with black-brow'd
Two of both kinds makes up four. night.
Here she comes, curst and sad :Obe. But we are spirits of another sort:
Cupid is a knavish lad, I with the Morning's love have oft made sport;
Thus to make poor females mad. And, like a forester, the grove's may tread,
Enter Hermia. Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Her. Never so weary, never so in wo, Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams. Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay :
briers; We may effect this business yet ere day. I can no further crawl, no further go;
(Exit Oberon My legs can keep no pace with my desires