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! Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good
master Cobweb: If I cut my finger, I shall make bold
with you. Your name, honest gentleman ?

Peas. Peas-blossom.

Bor. I pray you, commend me to mistresy Squash, your mother, and to master Peas-cod, your father Good master Peas-blossom, I shell desire you of nora acquaintance too. --Your name, I beseech you, sir ?

Mus. Mustard-teed. Bot. Good master Mustard seed, I know your patience well: that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise gou, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. 1 desire you more acquaintance, good master Mustardseed.

Tita. Come, wait upon him; lead him to niy bower

The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye;
And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,

Lamenting some enforcé chastity.
Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently,


SCENE II.-Another part of the Wood.

Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awaked;
Then, what it was that next came in her eye,
Which sbe must dote on in extremity.

Enter PUCK
Here comes my messenger.-How now, mad spirit!
What night-rule now about this haunted grove 1

Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play,
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake:
When I did him at this advantage take,
An ass's now! I fixed on his head;
Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,
And forth my mimic comes : When they him sps,
As wild geese that she creeping fowler eye,

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Dem. I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.
Her. Out, dog! out, cur ! thou drivest me past the

I led them on in shine hats from yielders all things

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Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising ani cawing at the gun's report,
Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;
So, at his sight, away his fellows fly:
And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls;
He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.

their apparel snatch;
And left sweet Pyramus translated there :
distracted fear,

[catch. that moment (so it came to pass,) Titania

falls out better than I could devise. But hast thou

latch'd the Athenian's eyes
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?

Puck. I took him sleeping,--that is finish'd too,
That when he waked, of force she must be ey'd.

Obe. Stand close; this is the same Athenian.
Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man.
Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so ?
Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse;
For fear, hast given me cause to curse.
If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,
Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,
And kill me too.
The sun was not so true unto the day,
As he to me: Would he have stol'n away
og sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon,

arth may be bored ; and that the nioon
May through the centre creep, and so displease
It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him ;
So should a murderer look; so dead, so grim.
Pierced through
Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so should I,

the heart with your stern cruelty :
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,
As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere..

Her. What's this to my Lysander 2 where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me ?



of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then ?
Henceforth be never number'd among men !
Oh! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake;
Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake,
And hast thou kill'd him sleeping ? O brave touch!
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.

Dem. You spend your passion on a misprised mood :
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
Her. I pray tbec, tell me then, that he

well. Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefor!

Her. A privilege, never to see me more. And from thy hated presence part I so: See me no more, whether he be dead or no. [Eril

Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein: Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow For debt, that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; Which now, in some slight measure it will pay, If for his tender here I make some stay. (Lies down.'

Obe. What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: or thy misprision must perforce ensue Some truc-love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true.

Puck. Then fate o'er-rulos; that, one man holding A million fail, confounding oath on oath, (troth,

Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens look thou And;
All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer
With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear!
By some illusion see thou bring her here;
I'll charm his eyes, against she do appear.

Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.

(Barilo Obe. Flower of this purple dye,

Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink ia apple of his eye 1
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.
When thou wak'st, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.

R:-enter PUCK.
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,

Helena is hero &t hand;


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You would not do me this much lesy, ! al ht u!


And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee :
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make

Will cause Demetrius to awake.
Puck. Then will two at once, woo one

That must needs be sport alone ;
And those things do best please me,
That befall preposterously.

Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo in
Scorn and derision never come in tears

[scorn? Look, when I vow, I weep, and vows so born,

In their nativity all truth appears.
How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true ?

Hel. You do advance your cunning more and more.
These vows are Hermia's : Will you give her o'er?
Your rows, to her and me, put in two scales,

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Will even weigh; and both as light as tales.

Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore.
Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o er.
Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.

Dem. (Awaking.) O Helen, goddess, nymph, per-
To what, my love, shall I compare thine egne ?
fect, divine!

kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow,
When thou hold'st up thy hand: 0, let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this senl of bliss !
To set against me, for your merriment.
If you were civil, and knew
you not hate me, as

as I know you do,
But you must join, in souls, to mock me too ?
If you were men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so;
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts:
When, I am sure, you late me with your hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Hernia;
And now both rivals, to mock Helena,-



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A trim exploit, a manly enterprize,
To conjure tears up in a poor mald's eyes,
With your derision ! None, of noble sort,
Would so offend a virgin; and extort
A poor soul's patience, all

to make you sport.
Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so;
For you love Hernia; this, you know, I know;
And here, with all good will, with all my heart,
In Hermia'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.
Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath.

Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia: I will pone:
Ire'er I loved her, all that love is gone.
My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojourn'd;
And now to Helen is it home return'd,
There to remain.

Helen, it is not so.
Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know,
Lest, to thy peril, thou abg it dear.-
Look, where thy love connes ; sonder is thy dear.

Her. Dark night, that from the ege his function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
It pays the hearing double recompense.
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound.
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?

Lys. Why should he stay, wham lore doth press to go?
Her. What love could press Lysander from my side ?

Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him bide,
Fair Helena; who more engilds the night
That all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.
Why seek'st thou me ? could not this make thee know,
The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so !

Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be.

Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy!
Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three,
To fashion this false sport in spite of me..
Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful mald!
Have you conspired, have you with these contrived
To bait me with this foul derision ?
Is all the counsel, that we two have shared,
The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hasty-footed time
Por parting us,-0, apd is all forgot?

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