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The rest I'll give to be to you translated. Bot. You were best to call them generally, 0, teach me how you look; and with what art man by man, according to the scrip. You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. I Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's

Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. name, which is thought fit, through all Athens, Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my to play in our interlude before the duke and smiles such skill!

duchess, on his wedding-day at night. Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what Hel. O, that my prayers could such affection the play treats on; then read the names of the move!

actors; and so grow to a point. Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me. Quin. Marry, our play is—The most lamenHel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. table comedy, and most cruel death of Pyra. Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. mus and Thisby. Hel. None, but your beauty; Would that Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure fault were mine!

you, and a merry.--Now, good Peter Quince, Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see call forth your actors by the scroll: Masters, my face;

spread yourselves. Lysander and myself will fly this place.

Quin. Answer as I call you.—Nick Bottom, Before the time I did Lysander see,

the weaver. Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:

Bot. Ready : Name what part I am for, and O then, what graces in my love do dwell, proceed. That he bath turn'd a heaven into hell ! Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for

Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: Pyramus. To-morrow night when Phæbe doth behold Bot. What is Pyramus ? a lover, or a tyrant? Her silver visage in the wat’ry glass, 1 Quin. A lover, that kills himself most galDecking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, lantly for love. (A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,) Bot. That will ask some tears in the true Through Athens' gates have we devis d to steal. performing of it: If I do it, let the audience Her. And in the wood, where often you look to their eyes; I will move storms, I will and I

condole in some measure. To the rest :-Yet Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, my chief humour is for a tyrant: I could play Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet: Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in, to There my Lysander and myself shall meet: make all split. And thence, from Athens turn away our eyes,

“ The raging rocks, To seek new friends and stranger companies.

" With shivering shocks, Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us,

* Shall break the locks And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius !

* Of prison-gates : Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight

“ And Phibbus' car From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight.

* Shall shine from far, Erit HERMIA.

“ And make and mar Lys. I will, my Hermia.-Helena adieu :

“ The foolish fates." As you on him, Demetrius dote on you ! This was lofty-Now name the rest of the

[Erit LYSANDER. ! players. This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's rein; Hel. How happy some, o'er other some can a lover is more condoling. be !

Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. Flu. Here, Peter Quince. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; Quin. You must take Thisby on you. He will not know what all but he do know.

Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,

Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. So I, admiring of his qualities,

Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; Things base and vile, holding no quantity, I have a beard coming. Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Quin. That's all one ; you shall play it in Love looks not with the eyes, but with the a mask, and you may speak as small as you will. mind;

Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind : Thisby too: l'll speak in a monstrous little Nor hath love's mind of any judgement taste; voice ;—Thisne, Thisne,Ah, Pyramus, my Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste: lover dear; thy Thisby dear! and lady dear! And therefore is love said to be a child,

Quin. No, no ; you must play Pyramus, and, Because in choice be is so oft beguil'd. (swear, | Flute, you Thisby. As waggish boys in game* themselves for

Bot. W So the boy love is perjur'd every where : Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor. For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,t ! He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine; Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt. Thisby's mother.-Tom Snout, the tinker. So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did melt. 1 Snout. Here, Peter Quince. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:

Quin. You, Pyramus' father; myself, This. Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night, by's father ;--Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's Pursue her; and for this intelligence

part :-and, I hope, here is a play fitted. If I have thanks, it is a dear expense :

Snug. Have you the lion's part written But herein mean I to enrich my pain; I pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of To have his sight thither, and back again. [E.rit. study. SCENE II._ The same. A Room in a conoce! Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is Einler Sxug,BOTTOM,FLUTE,SxouT, QUINCE, 1

nothing but roaring.

Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar. and STARVELING,

that I will do any man's heart good to bear Plin. Is all our company here? .

me; I will roar, that I will make the duke eat, Lyon. Let him roar again. Let him roar agon,

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Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen,* would fright the dutchess and the ladies, that| But they do square ;t that all their elves, for they would shriek: and that were enough to hang us all.

Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there.' AU. That would hang us every mother's son. Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should

quite, fright the ladies out of their wits, they would or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, have no more discretion but to hang us: but Calld Robin Good-fellow: are you not he, I will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar | That fright the maidens of the villagery; you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quernt you an 'twere any nightingale.

And bootless make the breathless housewife Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus :

churn;

(barm;8 for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper And sometime make the drink to bear no man, as one shall see in a summer's day; a Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their most lovely, gentleman-like man; therefore

harm? you must needs play Pyramus.

Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard You do their work, and they shall have good were I best to play it in?

Are not you he?

[luck: Quin. Why, what you will.

Puck. Thou speak’st aright; Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw. I am that merry wanderer of the night. coloured beard, your orange-tawny beard, I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, your purple-in-grain beard, or your French- / When I a fat and bean-Ted horse beguile, crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow. Neighing in likeness of a filly foal :

Quin. Some of your French crowns have no And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, hair at all, and then you will play bare-faced. In very likeness of a roasted crab :// -But, masters, here are your parts: and I And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, am to entreat you, request you, and desire you, And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. to con them by to-morrow night; and meet me The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, in the palace wood, a mile without the town, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; by moonlight: there will we rehearse: for if we | Then slip I from her bumn, down topples she, meet in the city, we shall be dog'd with com- And tailor cries, and falls into a cough; pany, and our devices known. In the mean And then the whole quire hold their hips and time I will draw a bill of properties,t such as

loffe; our play wants. I pray you, fail me not. And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear

Bot. We will meet; and there we may re- A merrier hour was never wasted there.hearse more obscenely, and courageously. But room, Fairy, here comes Oberon. Take pains: be perfect ; adieu.

Fai. And here my mistress ;-'Would that Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.

he were gone! Bot. Enough; Hold, or cut bow-strings. I

(Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Enter OBERON, at one door, with his train, and ACT II.

TITANIA, at another, with hers. SCENE I.-AWood near Athens. Obe. I'll meet by moon-light, proud Titania. Enter a Fairy alone door, and Puck at another. Tila. What, jealous Oberon? Fairy, skip

Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you? hence;
Fai. Over hill, over dale,

I have forsworn his bed and company.
Thorough bush, thorough brier,

Obe. Tarry, rash wanton ; Am not I thy lord?
Over park, over pale,

Tita. Then I must be thy lady: But I know Thorough food, thorough fire,

When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,
I do wander every where,

And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
Swifter than the moones sphere ; .

Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love And I serve the fairy queen,

To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here, To dew her orbs, upon the green :

Come from the farthest steep of India ? The cowslips tall her pensioners be;

But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon, In their gold coats spots you see ;

Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love Those be rubbies, fairy favours,

To Theseus must be wedded; and you come In those freckles live their savours:

To give their bed joy and prosperity. I must go seek some dew-drops here,

Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, TitaAnd hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

Glance at my credit with Hippolyta, [nia, Farewell, thou lob of spirits, I'll be gone; Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ? Our queen and all our elves come here anon.

Didst thou not lead him through the glimmerPuck. The king doth keep his revels here ing night to-night;

From Perigenia, whom he ravished ? Take heed, the queen come not within his sight. And make him with fair Æglé break his faith, For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,

With Ariadne, and Antiopa? Because that she, as her attendant, hath

Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy: A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king;

And never, since the middle summer's spring, She never had so sweet a changeling:

Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, And jealous Oberon would have the child

By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, . Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild :

Or on the beached margent of the sea, But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy,

To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our her joy:

sport. And now they nerer meet in grove, or green,

green. Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, Asif Articles required in performing a play.

As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea

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Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Have every pelting* river made so proud, Puck. I remember.
That they have overborne their continents :t Obe. That very time I saw, (but thou cou .
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, / not,)
The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green Flying between the cold moon and the earth.
corn

Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took
Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard: At a fair vestal, throned by the west :
The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bot.
And crows are fatte with the murrain flock; | As it should pierce a bundred thousand hearts;
The nine men's morrist is fill'd up with mud; But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green, Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'rg
For lack of tread, are undistinguishable :

moon; The human mortals want their winter here; | And the imperial vot’ress passed on, No night is now with hymn or carol blest : In maiden meditation, fancy-free.* Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : Pale in her anger, washes all the air,

It fell upon a little western flower.That rheumatic diseases do abound:

Before, milk-white; now purple with love's And thorough this distemperature, we see The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts And maidens call it, love-in-idleness. Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown,

once : An oderous chaplet of 'sweet summer buds The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid, Is, as in mockery, set : The spring, the summer, Will make or man or woman madly dote The childings autumn, angry winter, change Upon the next live creature that it sees. Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world, Fetch me this herb: and be thou here again, By their increase, | now knows not which is | Ere the leviathan can swim a league. which :

Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth And this same progeny of evils comes

In forty minutes.

(Erit Pres. From our debate, from our dissention;

Obe. Having once this juice, We are their parents and original.

I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, Obe. Do you amend it then ; it lies in you: And drop the liquor of it in her eyes : Why should Titania cross her Oberon? The next thing then she waking looks upon, I do but beg a little changeling boy,

(Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, To be my henchman. I

On meddling monkey, or on busy ape) Tita. Set your heart at rest,

She shall pursue it with the soul of love. The fairy land buys not the child of me. And ere I take this charm off from her sight, His mother was a vot’ress of my order: (As I can take it, with another herb,) And in the spiced Indian air, by night,

I'll make her render up her page to me. Full often hath she gossip'd by my side; But who comes here? I am invisible ; And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, And I will over-hear their conference. Marking the embarked traders on the flood; Enter DEMETRIOS. HELENA following When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind : Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia? Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait, The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. (Following her womb, then rich with my young Thou told'st me, they were stol'n into this wood, 'squire,)

Aud here am I, and woodt within this wood, Would imitate, and sail upon the land,

Because I cannot meet with Hermia. To fetch me trifles, and return again,

Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.

Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adaBut she, being mortal, of that boy did die;

mant; And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy :

But yet you draw not iron, for my heart And for her sake, I will not part with him.

Is true as steel : Leave you your power to draw, Obe. How long within this wood intend you And I shall have no power to follow you. stay?

Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding. Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth day.

Tell you—I do not, nor I cannot love you ? If you will patiently dance in our round,

Hel. And even for that do I love you the And see our moon-light revels, go with us; I am your spaniel ; and, Demetrius, more. If not, shun me, and I will spare your baunts. The more you beat me, I will fawn on you: Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike thee.

me, Tita. Not for thy kingdom.-Fairies, away: Neglect me, lose me ; only give me leave, We shall chide down-right, if I longer stay. Unworthy as I am, to follow you.

[Exeunt TITANIA, and her train. What worser place can I beg in your love, Obe. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from (And yet a place of high respect with me.) this grove,

Than to be used as you use your dog? Till I torment thee for this injury.

Dem. Tempt not loo much the hatred of my My gentle Puck,come hither:Thou remember'st

spirit; Since once I sat upon a promontory,

For I am sick, when I do look on thee. And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Hel. And I am sick, when I look not on you. Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,

| Dem. You do impeach your modestytoo much, That the rude sea grew civil at her song;

| To leave the city, and commit yourself And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, Into the hands of one that loves you not : * Petty.

Banks which contain them. To trust the opportunity of night,
IA game played by boys.
Autumn producing flowers unseasonably.

* Exempt from love.

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And the ill counsel of a desert place,
With the rich worth of your virginity. 1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue,
Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.

Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen ; It is not night, when I do see your face,

Newts,* and blind-worms,t do no wrong; Therefore I think I am not in the night :

Come not near our fairy queen :
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company;
For you, in my respect, are all the world :

CAORUS.
Then how can it be said, I am alone,

Philomel, with melody, When all the world is here to look on me?

Sing in our sweet lullaby : Dem. l'll run from thee, and hide me in the Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby : brakes,

Never harm, nor spell nor charm, And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.

Come our lovely lady nigh:
Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as So, good night, with lullaby.

you.
Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd;
Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; 2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here;
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind

Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence; Makes speed to catch the tiger: Bootless speed ! Beetles black, approach not near; When cowardice pursues, and valour flies.

Worm, nor snail, do no offence.
Dem. I will not stay thy questions ; let me

CHORUS.
Or, if thou follow me, do not believe (go:
But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.

Philomel, with melody, &c.
Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, i Fai. Hence, away: now all is well:
You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius!

One, aloof, stand sentinel. Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex:

(Exeunt Fairies.- TITANIA sleeps. We cannot fight for love, as men may do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.

Enter OBERON. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,

Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake To die upon* the hand I love so well.

[Squeezes the flower on Titania's eye-lids. (Ereunt DEM. and Hel. In

L. Do it for thy true love take; Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave

Love, and languish for his sake: this grove,

Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
'Thou shaltfly him, and he shall seek thy love. Pard, or boar with bristied hair,
Re-enter Pock.

In thy eye that shall appear
Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wan- When thou wak'st, it is thy dear;

Wake, when some vile thing is near. ) Exit.
Puck. Ay, there it is.
Obe. I pray thee, give it me.

Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA. I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,

Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in Where ox-lipst and the nodding violet grows;

the wood; Quite over-canopied with lush| woodbine, | And to speak troth, I have forgot our way; With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine: We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,

There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, And tarry for the comfort of the day.
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;! Her. Be it so, Lysander : find you out a bed,
And there the snake throws her enamelld skin, For I upon this bank will rest my head.
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:

Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,

both; And make her full of hateful fantasies.

One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. Take thou some of it, and seek through this Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my A sweet Athenian lady is in love (grove ;

dear, With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes ; Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. But do it, when the next thing he espies,

Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innoMay be the lady: Thou shalt know the man

cence;

• By the Athenian garments he hath on.

Love, take the meaning in love's conference. Effect it with some care; that he may prove

I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit; More fond on her, than she upon her love :

So that but one heart we can make of it: And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. Two bosoms interchained with an oath ; Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall | So then, two bosoms, and a single troth. do so.

(Ereunt.

Then, by your side no bed-room me deny;
SCENE III.

For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
Another part of the Wood.

Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :-
Enter TITANIA, with her train.

Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,

If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied. Tita. Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song: / But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy Then, for the third part of a minute hence; Lie further off; in human modesty Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds : Such separation, as, may well be said, Some, war with rear-micell for their leathern Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid : wings

| So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend : To make my gmail elves coats; and some, keep Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end ! back

Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and And then end life, when I end loyalty!. wouders

Here is my bed: Sleep give thee all his rest! At our quaint spirits :$ Sing me now asleep;

Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes Then to your offices, and let me rest.

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Enter Puck.

Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you Puck. Through the forest have I gone,

In such disdainful manner me to woo. [do, But Athenian found 1 none,

But fare you well : perforce I must confess, On whose eyes I might approve

I thought you lord of more true gentleness. This flower's force in stirring love.

0, that a lady, of one man refus'd, Night and silence! who is here?

Should, of another, therefore, be abus'd! [Exit. Weeds of Athens he doth wear:

Lys. She sees not Hermia :-Hermia, sleep This is he, my master said,

thou there; Despised the Athenian maid:

And never may'st thou come Lysander near!
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,

For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
On the dank and dirty ground.

The deepest loathing to the stomach brings;
Pretty soul! she durst not lie

Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy.

Are hated most of those they did deceive;
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw

So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,
All the power this charm doth owe:*

of all be hated; but the most of me!
When thou wak'st, let love forbid | And all my powers, address your love and
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.

might, So awake, when I am gone;

To honour Helen, and to be her knight! [Erit. For I must now to Oberon. Erit. Her. Starting. Help me, Lysander, help

me! do thy best, Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running. To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast ! Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet De- Ah me, for pity!--what a dream was here? metrius.

| Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear : Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt Methought a serpent eat my heart away, me thus.

And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :Hel. 0, wilt thou darklingt leave me? do Lysander! what, remov'd? Lysander! lord ! not so.

What, out of hearing ? gone? no sound, no

word? Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go.

Erit. DEMETRIUS. | Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear : Hel. O. I am out of breath in this fond chase! | Speak, of all loves ;* I swoon almost with fear. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.

No?-then I well perceive you are not nigh: Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies; Either death, or you, I'll find immediately. For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.

[Exit. How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt

ACT III. tears:

SCENE 1.- The same.The Queen of Fairies If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;

lying asleep. For beasts that meet me, run away for fear: Enter QUINCE, SNUG, Bottom, FLUTE, Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius

Snout, and STARVELING. Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.

Bot. Are we all met? What wicked and dissembling glass of mine

Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous Made me compare with Hermia's sphery Icon

sphery convenient place for our rehearsal : This green eyne?

plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake But who is here!-Lysander! on the ground !

1: Jour tyring-house; and we will do it in action, Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound :

as we will do it before the duke. Lysander, if you live, good Sir, awake. .

Bot. Peter Quince, Lus. And run through fire I will, for thy Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom? sweet sake.

[Waking. I Bot. There are things in this comedy of Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, Pyramus and Thisby, that ill never please. That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.

rt. First, Pyramus must draw his sword to kill Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word

himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How Is that vile name, to perish on my sword !

answer you that? Hel. Do not say so, Lysander ! say not so:

Snout. By’rlakin, † a parloust fear. What though he love your Hermia? Lord,

ru, Star. I believe, we must leave the killing

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out, when all is done. Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content.

| Bot. Not a whit: I have a device to make Lus. Content with Hermia? No:I do repent | all well. Write me a prologue: and let the The tedious minutes I with her have spent.

prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with Not Hermia, but Helena I love:

our swords; and that Pyramus is not killed Who will not change a raven for a dove?

indeed: and, for the more better assurance, The will of man is by his reason sway'd ;

tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, And reason says you are the worthier maid.

but Bottom, the weaver: This will put them Things growing are not ripe until their season : So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason;

Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue ; And touching now the point of human skill, and it shall be written in eight and sixReason becomes the marshal to my will,

Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook; lin zicht

kiin eight and eight. Love's stories written in love's richest book. 1

Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery I lion? born:

Star. I fear it, I promise you. When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn?

Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man,

yourselves : to bring in, God shield us! a lion That I did never, no, nor never can,

among ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,

there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than But you must fout my insufficiency?

By all that is dear,

† By our ladykin.

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