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The throstle with his note so true, Tita. Come, wait upon himn ; lead him to my
bower. Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; bed 7
(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 lougue, bring him silently. Whose note full many a man doth mark,
(Ereunt. And dares not answer, nay ;
SCENE II. Another part of the Wood. for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish
Then, what it was that next came in her eye,
Enter Puck. And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move Here comes my messenger.-How now, mad me,
spirit ? 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 is in love. tle 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 npon oceasion.
Were met together to rehearse a play, Tua. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. intended for great 'Theseus' nuptial day. Bol. Not so, neither : but if I had wit enough The shallowest thick-skin of hat barren sort, to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve Who Pyramus presented, in their sport, Inine own turn.
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 wili or no. An ass's now. I fixed on his head; Jam a spirit of no common rate;
Anon, bis Thisby must be answered, The siminer still doch tend upon my state, And forth my mimick connes : 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 russel-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! Moih! 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. 2 Fai And I.
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;
Some, sleeves: some, hals; from yielders all 3 Fai. 4 Fri.
I led them on in this distracted fear, All. 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: Norl 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. Hail!
Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. 3 Fri. Hail !
Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you 4 Fai. Hail !
so? Bot. I cry your worship's mercy, heartily.- Lay breath so bitter on yonr bitter foe. I beseech, your worship's name?
Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee Cob. Cobweb.
worse ; Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, For thou, 1 fear, hast given me cause to curse. good master Cobweb :-If I cut my finger, 1l Jf 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. Pens-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 Herria ? I'll believe as soon, yunr father. Good master Peas-blossom, I shall This 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 110on-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 yon Pierc'd through the heart with your stern more acquaintance, good master Mustard-séed. cruelty :
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, Scorn and derision never come in tears:
How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me ? Bearing 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, devilish holy fray! the bounds
These vows are Hermia's; Will you give her of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then? o'er? Henceforth be never number'd among 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 upon him, being awake, Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, And hast thou killed 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 Relen, goddess, nymph, mood :
perfect, divine ! Lam 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.' o, 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 pare 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: 0 let me kiss And from thy hated presence part 1 so: This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss ! See me no more, whether he be dead or no. Hel. O spite! ( 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, vein :
You would not do me thus much injury. 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 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-juice on some true-love's A trim exploit, a manly enterprise, sight:
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes, Of thy mispriston must perforce ensue
With your derision! none of noble sort Some true love turned, and not a false turn's Would so oftend a virgin ; and extort true.
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. Puck. Then fate o'errules ; that, one man For you love Hermia: this you know, I know:
Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; holding troth, 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 1 yield you up niy part; And Helena of Athens look thou find :
And yours of Helena to me bequeath, 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 Hermia; I will none : By some illusion see thou bring her here;
If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone. P'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, Swifter 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 the 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, brought me to thy sound. Shall we their fond pageant see?
Bat wby 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 Aud those things do best please me,
bide. 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 Lys. Why should you think that I should woo know. in scorn ;
The late 1 bare thee made me leave thee so.
Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be. Lys. Thy love! ont, tawny Tartar, out!
Yes, 'sooth: and so do you. Injurious Hermia ! most angratefui c.aid ! Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. Have you conspir'd, have you with these con- Dern. I would, 1 had your bond ; lor, 1 per. uriv'd
ceive, To bait me with this foul 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 ler, kill The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, her dead 7 When we have chid the hasty-footed time Although 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-lays' friendship, childhood innocence ? hate? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Hate me! wherefore ? O me! what news, my Have with our neelds created both one flower,
love ? Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Am not ! Hermia ? are not you Lysander 1 Both warbling of one song, both in one key; I am as fair now as I was erewhite. As if our hands, our sides, voices, and mind's, Since night you lov'd me: yet since night you Had incorporate. So we grew together,
left me : Like to a double cherry, seeming parted; Why, then you left me,-0, the gods forbid But yet a tinion in partition,
In earnest shall I say? Two lovely berries moulded on one stem : Lys.
Ay, by my life; So, with two seeming boties, but one heart; And never did desire to see thee more. Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Therefore, be ont 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 I, may 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,
scorn you not: it seems that you scorn me. No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear
Her. Puppet! why so ? Ay, that way goes the
him. But by your setting on, by your consent ?
And are you grown so high in his esteem,
How low am I, thou painted maypole 7 speak; But miserable most, to love unlov'd ?
How low am 1? I am not yet so low,
I am a right maid for my cowardice;
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 ! I 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- 1 told him of your stealth into this wood: treat ;
He follow'd you; for love, I follow'd him. Thy threats have 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 1 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. I 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 coine to her.
I will lead them up and down: Lys.
Get you gone, you dwarf, I am fear'd in field and town; Yciu minimus of hindring kuol-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'sı, to try whose right, Puck
Follow me then Or thine, or mine, is inost in Helena.
To plainer gronnd. Dem. Follow ? nay, I'll go with thee cheek by
(Exit Lys. as following the voice. jole.
(Excunt lys. and Dem. Her. You, mistress, all this coil is long of
Enter Demetrius. you:
Lysander! speak again. Nay, go not back.
Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ? Hel.
I will not trust you, 1: Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide Nor longer stay in your curst company.
th; kead? 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, Per. 'I am amaz'd, and know not what io say. Telling the bushes that thou look’st for wars,
[Erit, pursuing Helena. And will not come? Come, recreant; come, Obe. This is thy negligence : still thoa mistak'st, thou child, Or else comumili'st thy knaveries wiltully. I'll whip thee with a rod: He is defild, 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. l'ollow my voice; we'll uy no manhood And so far blameless proves my enierprise,
[Ereunt. 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: Hie, therefore, Robin, overcast the night; I follow'd first, but faster he did fly; 'The starry welkin cover thou anon
That fallen am I in dark uneven way, With drooping fog, as black as Acheron; And here will rest me. Come, thon gentle day! And lead these testy rivals so astray,
(Lies doront As one come not within another'sway.
For if but once thou show me thy gray light, Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
[Sleeps. And sometime rail thout like Demetrius: And from each other look thon 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 leades 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 runo'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 leagne whose date till death shall never end. If ever i thy face by day-light see: Whiles I in this atlair 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 swist dragons ent the clouds full fast, Hel. O weary night, O long and tedions 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 kave burial,
eye, Already to their wormy beds are gone;
Steal me awhile from mine own company. For fear lest day should look their shames upon,
Puck. Yet but three ? Come one more ; They willilly 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: Ooe. 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, TIer. 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. 1 can no further crawl, no further go;
[Exit Oberon My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
Here will I rest me, till the break of day,
Oberon advances. Enter Puck. Heaven shield Lysander, if they mean a fray !
(Lies down Obe. Welcome, good Robin. Seest thou this Puck. On the ground
sweet sight Sleep sound:
Her dotage now I do begin to pity.
For meeting her of late behind the wood,
Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool,
I did upbraid her, and fall out with her: [Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye. For she his hairy temples then had rounded When thou wak'st,
With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers; Thou tak'st
And that same dew, which sometime on the buds True delight
Was wont to swell like round, and orient pearls, In the sight
Stood now within the pretty flowrets' eyes, Of thy former lady's eye:
Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail.
When I had, at my pleasure taunted her,
And she, in mild terms, begg'd my patience,
I then did ask of her her changeling child; Jack shall have Jill;
Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent Nought sha go ill;
To bear him to my bower in fairy land. The man shall have his mare again, and all shall And now I have the boy, I will undo be well.
The hateful imperfection of her eyes. [Exit Puck.-Dem. Hel. &c. sleep. And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
From off the head of this Athenian awain;
That he awaking when the other do,
May all to Athers back again repair;
And think no more of this night's accidents, SCENE I. The same.
But as the fierce vexation of a dream. Enter Titania and Bottom, Fairies attending; But first I will release the fairy queen. Oberon behind unseen.
Be, as thou was wont to be. Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery
[Touching her eyes with an herb. bed,
See, as thou was wont to see: While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower
Hath such force and blessed power.
Tita. My Oberon! what visions llave I seen! Peas. Ready.
Methought I was enamour'd of an ass. Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.- Where's
Obe. There lies your love. monsieur Cobweb?
How came these things to pass ? Cob. Ready:
O how mine eyes do loathe his visage now! Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get
Obe. Silence, awhile. --Robin, take off this
head. your weapons in your hand, and kill me a redhipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, Titania, musick call; and strike more dead good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. not fret yourself too much in the action, mon
Tita. Musick, hol' musick ; such as charmeth sieur; and, good monsieur, have a care the ho
sleep. ney-bag break not; I would be loathe to have you Puck. Now, when thou wak’st, with thine own overflown with a honey-bag, signior.-Wbere's
fool's eyes peep. monsieur Mustard-seed ?
Obe. Sound, musick. [Still musick. ] Come, my Must. Ready.
queen, take hands with me, Bot. Give me your nief, monsieur Mustard - And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. seed. 'Pray you, leave your courtesy, good Now thou and I are new in amity; monsieur
And will, tomorrow midnight, solemnly, Must. What's your will?
Dance in Duke Theseus' house, triumphantly, Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help ca- And bless it to all fair posterity valero Cobweb' to scratch. I must to the bar. There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be ber's, monsieur ; for, methinks, I am marvellous Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity. hairy about the face: and I am such a tender
Puck Fairy king, attend and mark; ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.
I do hear the morning lark. Tita. What, wilt thou hear some musick, my
Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, sweet love?
Trip we after the night's shade: Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in musick;
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wandering moon. let us have the tongs and the bones. Tita. O say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to Tita. Come, my lord ; and in our flight,
Tell me how it came this night, eat. Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could
That I sleeping here was found, munch good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great
With these mortals on the ground. [Eteunt. desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay,
[Horns sound within. hath no fellow.
Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train. Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. The. Go, one of you, find ont the forester ;Bot. "I had rather have a handful, or two, of For now our observation is perform'd: dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your And since we have the vaward of the day, people stir me; 'I biave an exposition of sleep My love shall hear the musick of my hounds. come upon me.
Uncouple in the western valley ; go: Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my Despatch, I say, and find the forester.-. arms.
We will, fair queen, np to the mountain's top, Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.
And mark the musical confusion
Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, orice, Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear U how I love thee! how I dote on thee! With hounds of Sparta; never did I hear
[They sleep. Such gallant ehiding; for, besides the groves,