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Quin. Odours, odours !
them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion. Pyr. -odours savours sweet ;
Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.
[Aside.-Exit. I am a spirit, of no common rate; This. Must I speak now?
The summer still doth tend upon my state,
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
Enter four Fairies.
4 Fai. Where shall we go?
Feed him with apricocks, and dewberries,
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies !
4 Fai, Hail !
Bot. I cry your worships mercy, heartily.- I beSnout. 0, Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see
seech, your worship’s name.
Cob, Cobweb. on thee? Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's head of your master Cobweb. If I cut my finger, I shall make bold
Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good own; do you?
with you.—Your name, honest gentleman? Re-enter QUINCE.
Peas. Peas-blossom. Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art trans Bot. I pray you, commend me to Mrs Squash, your lated.
(Exit. mother, and to master Peas-cod, your father. Good Bot. I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me; master Peas-blossom, I shall desire you of more acto fright me, if they could. But I will not stir from quaintance too.—Your name, I beseech you, sir? this place, do what they can: I will walk up and down Mus. Mustard-seed. here, and I will sing, that they shall hear I am not Bot. Good master Mustard seed, I know your pa-. afraid.
(Sings. tience well : that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef
hath devoured many a gentleman of your house: I pro-
kindred hath made my eyes water ere
I desire you more acquaintance, good master
Tita. Come, wait npon him ; lead him to my bower! Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye;
[Waking. And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Tieup my love's tongue, bring him silently. Exeunt.
SCENE II.- Another part of the wood.
Enter ORERON. for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird? Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd; who would give a bird the lie, though he cry cuckoo Then, what it was that next came in her eye, never so?
Which she must dote on in extremity. Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again!
Enter Puck. Mine earis much enamour'd of thy note,
Here comes my messenger. — How now, mad spirit,
What night-rale now about this haunted grove?
Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little rea-While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein:
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,
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true.
Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holding Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky:
A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
And Helena of Athens look thou find:
With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear :
l'il charm his eyes, against she do appear.
catch. Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. (Exit. And left sweet Pyramus translated there:
Obe. Flower of this purple die,
Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of his eye!
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shineas gloriously,
As the Venus of the sky.-
When thou wak'st, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand;
And the youth, mistook by me,
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 besport alone;
And those things do best please me,
That befal preposterously.
Enter LYSANDER and Helexa.
Scorn and derision never come in tears :
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!
Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore.
Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow,
When thou hold'st up thy hand: 0, let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss !
Hel. o, spite ! O hell! I see you all are bent
To set against me, for your merriment.
If you were civil, and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
[Exit. Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join, in souls, to mock me too? Though I alone do feel the injury.
Her. I am amazed at your passionate words:
I scorn you not; it seems, that you scorn me. To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. To follow me, and praise my eyes and face? You both are rivals, and love Hermia;
And made your other love, Demetrius, And now both rivals, to mock Helena:
(Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,) A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,
To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eye's,
Precious, celestial ? Wherefore speaks he this With your derision! none, of noble sort,
To her he hates ? and wherefore doth Lysander Would so offend a virgin, and extort
Deny your love, so rich within his soul,
poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. And tender me, forsooth, affection,
But miserable most, to love unlov'd?
This you should pity, rather than despite.
Her. I understand not what you mean by this.
Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up:
If you have any pity, grace, or manners, There to remain.
You would not make me such an argument. Lys. Helen, it is not so.
But, fare ye well : 'tis partly mine own fault;
Lys. Stay, gentle Helena, hear my excuse;
Hel. O excellent!
takes, Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel.
Thy threats have no more strength, than her weak
To prove him false, that says I love thee not. Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press Dem. I say, I love thee more, than he can do. to go?
Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too.
Lys. Away, you Ethiop!
Dem. No, no, sir ;-he will
But yet come not! You are a tame man, go!
Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change is Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid !
this, Have you conspir’d, have you with these contrir'd Sweet love? To bait me with this foul derision?
Lys. Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, out!
Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence!
Hel. Yes, sooth; and so do you.
Dys, Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? Dem. I would, I had your bond; for I perceive, We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
A weak bond holds you'; I'll not trust your word. Have with our neelds created both one flower,
Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
dead? Both warbling of one song, both in one key;
Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds
Her. What, can you do me greater harm, than hate? Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love? Like to a double cherry, seeming parted;
Am not I Hermia ? Are not you Lysander? Bat yet a union in partition,
I am as fair now, as I was erewhile. Two lovely berries moulded on one stem:
Since night you lov'd me; yet, since night you left me: So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Why, then you left me, -0, the gods forbid !Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
In earnest, shall I say? Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.
Lys. Ay, by my life;
And never did desire to see thee more.
Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest,
That I do hate thee, and love Helena
Her. Ome! you juggler ! you canker-blossom! Or else commit'st thy knaveries wilfully.
Did not you tell me, I should know the man
By the Athenian garments, he had on?
And so far blameless proves my enterprize,
That I have'nointed an Athenian's eyes:
And so far am I glad it so did sort,
As this their jangling I esteem a sport.
As one come not within another's way.
Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,
And sometime rail thon like Demetrius;
And from each other look thou lead them thus,
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep:
Then crush this herbinto Lysander's eye;
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight.
When they next wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision ;
With league, whose date till death shall never end. Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you ;
Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, Save that, in love unto Demetrius,
I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy; I told him of your stealth unto this wood:
And then I will her charmed eye release He follow'd you; for love, I follow'd him.
From monster's view, and all things shall be peace. But he hath chid me hence; and threaten'd me
Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with haste; To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too:
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And now, so you will let me quiet go,
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; 1 To Athens will ] bear my folly back,
At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, And follow you no further. Let me go!
Troop home to church-yards ; damned spirits all, You see how simple and how fond I am.
That in cross-ways and floods have burial,
They wilfully themselves exile from light,
And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night.
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, And, though she be bat little, she is fierce.
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Her. Little again ? nothing but low and little ? - Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams. Why will you suffer her to flout me thus?
But, nothwithstanding, haste; make no delay! Let me come to her!
may effect this business yet ere day. (Exit Oberon Lys. Get you gone, you dwarf ;
Puck. Up and down, 11p and down; You minimus, of hind'ring knot-grass made;
I will lead them up and down:
I am fear'd in field and town;
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one. Let her alone; speak not of Helena;
Enter LYSANDER. Take not her part; for, if thon dost intend
Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou Never so little show of love to her,
Puck. Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where art Lys. Now she holds me not;
thou? Now follow, if thou dar’st, to try, whose right, Lys. I will be with thee straight. Or thine or mine, is most in Helena.
Puck. Follow me then
Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ?
Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head?
Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray: My legs are longer though, to ran away.
Telling the bushes, that thou look'st for wars,
(Exit. And wilt not come ? Come, recreant; come, thon Her. I am amaz’d, and know not what to say.
That draws a sword on thee.
Thou shalt aby it.
Hel. I will not trust you, I ;
Dem. Yea; art thou there?
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood here. And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.!
(Exeunt. Bot. Where's Peas-blossom?
sieur Cobweb? The villainis much lighter heel'd than I:
Cob, Ready: I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly;
Bot. Monsieur Cobweb, good monsieur, get your That fallen am sin dark uneven way,
weapons in your hand, and kill me a redhipped hamAnd here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day! ble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur,
[Lies down. bring me the honey-bag! Do not fret yourself to For if but once thou show me thy grey light,
much in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. (Sleeps. have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loath Re-enter Puck and DEMETRIUS,
to have you over-flown with a honey-bag, signior.--
will? Puck. Come hither; Iam here.
Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou shalt buy Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; this dear,
for, ks, I am marvellous hairy about the face: If ever I thy face by day-light see:
and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, Now, go thy way! --Faintness constraineth me I must scratch. To measure out my length on this cold bed.
Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet
have the tongs and the bones.
Abate thy hours! shine, comforts, from the east; Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your That I may back to Athens, by day-light,
good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great desire to a From these, that my poor company detest!
bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow. And, sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Tita. I have a venturous fairy, that shall seek Steal me a while from mine own company! (Sleeps. The squirrel's hoard, and fetch theenew nuts, Puck. Yet but three? Come one more;
Bot. I had rather have a handful, or two, of dried Two of both kinds make up four.
peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir Here she comes, curst and sad :
me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Cupid is a knavish lad,
Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms.-
Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away!
So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle,
Gently entwist,--the female ivy so Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers; Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. I can no further crawl, no further go;
o, how I love thee! how I dote on thee! [They sleep. My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
OBERON advances. Enter Puck. Here will I rest me, till the break of day.
Obe. Welcome, good Robin! See'st thou this sweet Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!
[Lies down. Her dotage now I do begin to pity. Puck. On the ground
For meeting her of late, behind the wood,
Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool,
I did upbraid her, and fall out with her:
For she his hairy temples then had rounded
With coronet of fresh and fragraut flowers;
Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls,
Stood now within the pretty flow'rets' eyes,
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, And the conntry proverb known,
I then did ask of her her changeling child; That every man should take his own,
Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent
To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
And now I have the boy, I will undo
This hateful imperfection of her eyes.
That he, awaking, when the other do,
May all to Athens back again repair;
And think no more of this night's accidents,
But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
Be, as thou wast 'wont to be; Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed,
[Touching her eyes with an herb. While sthy amiable cheeks do coy,
See, as thou wast wont to see: