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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.
So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear. Bot. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get
But, hark, a voice! stay thou but here a while, out ofthis wood, I have enough to serve minc own turn.
And by and by I will to thee appear. [Exit. Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go;
Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here ! Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.

[Aside.-Exit. I am a spirit, of no common rate; This. Must I speak now?

The summer still doth tend upon my state,
Quin. Ay, marry, must you: for you must under-And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;
stand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee;
to come again.

And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
This. Most radiant Pyramus,most lilye-white of hue, And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep:
of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, And I will purge thy mortal grossness so,
Most briskly juvenal, and eke must lovely Jew,

That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire, Peas-blossom ! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-seed!
I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.

Enter four Fairies.
Quin. Ninus tomb, man! Why, you must not speak 1 Fai. Ready.
that yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you speak all 2 Fai. And I.
your part at once, cues and all. Pyramus, enter; your 3 Fai. And I.
cue is past; it is, never tire.

4 Fai. Where shall we go?
Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass's head. Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
This. 0,-- As true as truest horse, that yet would Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;
never tire.

Feed him with apricocks, and dewberries,
Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine : With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
Quin. O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. The honey bags steal from the humble-bees,
Pray, masters! fly, masters! help! (Exeunt Clowns. And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs,
Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about around, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes,
Through bog, through bush, through brake, through To have my love to bed, and to arise ;
brier;

And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes:
A hog, aheadless bear, sometime a fire;

Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies !
And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, 1 Fai. Hail, mortal!
Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.[Exit. 2 Fai. Hail !
Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery of 3 Fai. Hail!
them, to make me afeard.

4 Fai, Hail !
Re-enter Srout.

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
The ousel-cock, so black of hue,

hath devoured many a gentleman of your house: I pro-
mise you, your

kindred hath made my eyes water ere
With orange tawney bill,
The throstle with his note so true,

I desire you more acquaintance, good master

Mustardseed.
The wren with little quill;

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.
The plain-song cuckoo gray,

Tieup my love's tongue, bring him silently. Exeunt.
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
And dares not answer, nay ;

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,
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;

What night-rale now about this haunted grove?
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me, Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. Near to her close and consecrated bower,

Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little rea-While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
son for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and love A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
keep little company together now-a-days. The more That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
the pity, that some honest neighbours will not make Were met together to rehearse a play,

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Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.

Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein:
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, Here, therefore, for a while I will remain.
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport

So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow
Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake;

For debt, that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe;
When I did him at this advantage toke,

Which now, in some slight measure it will pay,
An ass's nowl I fixed on his head;

If for his tender here I make some stay. (Lies down.
Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,

Obe.What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite,
And forth my mimic comes: when they him spy, And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight :
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,

Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,

Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true.
Rising and cawing at the gun's report,

Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holding Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky:

troth,
So, at his sight, away his fellows fly;

A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind,
He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.

And Helena of Athens look thou find:
Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer
strong,

With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear :
Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: By some illusion sce thou bring her here:
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;

l'il charm his eyes, against she do appear.
Some, sleeves; some, hats; from yielders all things Puck. I go, I go,; look, how I go;
I led them on in this distracted fear,

catch. Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. (Exit. And left sweet Pyramus translated there:

Obe. Flower of this purple die,
When in that moment (so it came to pass,)

Hit with Cupid's archery,
Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass.

Sink in apple of his eye!
Obe. This falls out better than I could devise.

When his love he doth espy,
But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes

Let her shineas gloriously,
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?

As the Venus of the sky.-
Puck. I took him sleeping, – that is finish'd too, -

When thou wak'st, if she be by,
And the Athenian woman by his side;

Beg of her for remedy.
That, when he wak’d, of force she must be ey'd.

Re-enter Puck.
Enter DEMETRIUS and Hermia.

Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Ohe. Stand close; this is the same Athenian.

Helena is here at hand;
Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man.

And the youth, mistook by me,
Dem. 0, why rebuke you him that loves you so ? Pleading for a lover's fee:
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Shall we their fond pageant see?
Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse;

Lord, what fools these mortals be!
For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse.

Obe. Stand aside: the noise, they make,
If thou hast slain Lysanderin his sleep,

Will cause Demetrius to awake.
Being o’er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,

Puck. Then will two at once woo one;
And kill me too.

That must needs besport alone;
The sun was not so true unto the day,

And those things do best please me,
As he to me: would he have stol'n away

That befal preposterously.
From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon,

Enter LYSANDER and Helexa.
This whole earth may be bor'd, and that the moon Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo in
May through the center creep, and so displease

scorn?
Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes.

Scorn and derision never come in tears :
It caynot be, but thou hest murder'd him;

Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
So should a murderer look; so dead, so grim ! In their nativity all truth appears.
Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so should I, How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty : Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, Tel. You do advance your cunning more and more.
As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.

When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!
Her. What's this to my Lysander? Where is he? These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds. Your vows, to her and me, putin two scales,
Her, Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'st me past the Will even weigh: and doth as light, as tales.
bounds

Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore.
Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then ? llel. Nornone, in my mind, now you give her o'er.
Henceforth benever number'd among men!

Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.
0! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake; Dem. [4waking.]0, Helen, goddess, nymph, per-
Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake,

fect, divine!
And hast thou kill'd him sleeping ? O brave touch! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ?
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?

Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
An adder did it; for with doubler tongue

Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.

That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow,
Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris’d mood : Fannd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow;
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;

When thou hold'st up thy hand: 0, let me kiss
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss !
Her. I pray thee, tell me then, that he is well.

Hel. o, spite ! O hell! I see you all are bent
Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefore ?

To set against me, for your merriment.
Her. A privilege, never to see me more. —

If you were civil, and knew courtesy,
And from thy hated presence part I so:

You would not do me thus much injury.
See me no more, whether he be dead or no.

[Exit. Can you not hate me, as I know you do,

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But you must join, in souls, to mock me too? Though I alone do feel the injury.
If you were men, as men you are in show,

Her. I am amazed at your passionate words:
You would not use a gentle lady so :

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,
A

poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. And tender me, forsooth, affection,
Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius į bendt so; But by your setting on, by your consent?
For you love Hermia; this, you know, I know; What though I be not soin grace as you,
And here; with all good will, with all my heart, So huug upon with love, so fortunate;
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;

But miserable most, to love unlov'd?
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,

This you should pity, rather than despite.
Whom I do lore, and will do to my death.

Her. I understand not what you mean by this.
Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Hel, Ay, do persever, counterfeit sad looks,
Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia! I will none: Make mows upon me, when I turn my back;
If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.

Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up:
My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojouru’d; This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.
And now to Helen is it home return'd,

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;
Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy.
Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear. -

Lys. Stay, gentle Helena, hear my excuse;
Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!
Enter HERMIA.

Hel. O excellent!
Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function Her. Sweet, do not scorn her so!

takes, Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel.
The car more quick of apprehension makes; Lys. Thou canst compel no more, than she entreat;
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,

Thy threats have no more strength, than her weak
It pays the hearing double recompense :

prayers. -
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound. I swear by that, which I will lose for thee,
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?

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.
Her. What love could press Lysander from my side? Dem. Quick, come —
Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him bide, Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this?
Fair Helena; who more engilds the night

Lys. Away, you Ethiop!
Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.

Dem. No, no, sir ;-he will
Why seek'st thou me ?could not this make thee know, Seem to break loose; take on, as you would follow;
The hate I bear thce made me leave thee so?

But yet come not! You are a tame man, go!
Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be. Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr: vile thing, let
Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy!

loose!
Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three, Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent.
To fashion this false sport in spite of me.

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!
Is all the counsel, that we two have shar'd,

Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence!
The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, Her. Do you not jest?
When we have chid the hasty-footed time

Hel. Yes, sooth; and so do you.
For parting us,-0, and is all forgot?

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 will you rent our ancient love asunder,

And never did desire to see thee more.
To join with men in scorning your poor friend? Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt,
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:

Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest,
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it;

That I do hate thee, and love Helena

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Her. Ome! you juggler ! you canker-blossom! Or else commit'st thy knaveries wilfully.
You thief of love! what, have you come by night, Puck. Believeme, king of shadows, I mistook.
And stol'n my love's heart from him?

Did not you tell me, I should know the man
Hel. Fine, i'faith!

By the Athenian garments, he had on?
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,

And so far blameless proves my enterprize,
No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear

That I have'nointed an Athenian's eyes:
Impatient answers from my gentle tongue?

And so far am I glad it so did sort,
Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet you !

As this their jangling I esteem a sport.
Her. Puppet! why so ? Ay, that way goes the game. Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to fight:
Now I perceive, that she hath made compare Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
Between our statures, she hath urg'd her height; The starry welkin cover thou anon
And with her personage, her tall personage, With drooping fog, as black as Acheron;
Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him. And lead these testy rivals so astray,
And are yon grown so high in his esteem,

As one come not within another's way.
Because I am so dwarfish, and so low?

Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,
How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak! Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
How low am I? I am not yet so low,

And sometime rail thon like Demetrius;
But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.

And from each other look thou lead them thus,
Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
Let her not hurt me: I was never curst;

With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep:
I have no gift at all in shrewishness;

Then crush this herbinto Lysander's eye;
I am a right maid for my cowardice;

Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
Let her not strike me; you, perhaps, may think, To take from thence all error, with his might,
Because she's something lower, than myself,

And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight.
That I can match her.

When they next wake, all this derision
Her. Lower! hark, again.

Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision ;
Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me! And back to Athens shall the lovers wend,
I evermore did love you, Hermia,

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,
Her. Why, get you gone; who is't that hinders you? Already to their wormy beds are gone,
Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. For fear, lest day should look their shames upon,
Her. What, with Lysander?

They wilfully themselves exile from light,
Hel. With Demetrius.

And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night.
Lys. Be not afraid ; she shall not harm thee, Helena. Obe. But we are spirits of another sort:
Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you take her part. I with the morning's love have oft made sport;
Hel. 0, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd; And, like a forester, the groves may tread,
She was a vixen when she went to school;

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!

We

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:
You bead, you acorn!

I am fear'd in field and town;
Dem. You are too officious

Goblin, lead them up and down.
In her behalf, that scorns your services.

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,

now!

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
Dem. Follow? nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole. Toplainer ground. [Exit Lys. as following the voice.
(Exeunt Lys. and Dem.

Enter DEMETRIUS.
Her. Yon, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you : Dem. Lysander! speak again.
Nay, go not back!

Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ?
Nor longer stay in your carst company.

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.

child!
Obe. This is thy negligence; still thoa mistak’st,
(Exit, pursuing Helena. I'll whip thee with a rod : he is defil'd,

That draws a sword on thee.

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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?
Re-enter LysandER.

Peas. Ready.
Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on ; Bot.Scratch my head,Peas-blossom!--Where's mon-
When I come where he calls, then he is gone.

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.--
Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho! Coward, why com’st thou not? Where's monsieur Mustard-seed ?
Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well I wot, Must. Ready.
Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place; Bot. Give me your nief, monsieur Mustard-seed.Pray
And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur.
Where art thou?

Must. What's

your

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
By day's approach look to be visited,

love?
(Lies down and sleeps. Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music: let us
Enter Helena.

have the tongs and the bones.
Hel, O weary night, O long and tedious night, Tita. Or say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat.

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.-
Thus to make poor females mad,

Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away!
Enter Heria.

So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle,
Her. Never so weary, never so in woe,

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!

sight?

[Lies down. Her dotage now I do begin to pity. Puck. On the ground

For meeting her of late, behind the wood,
Sleep sound:

Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool,
I'll apply

I did upbraid her, and fall out with her:
To your eye,

For she his hairy temples then had rounded
Gentle lover, remedy.

With coronet of fresh and fragraut flowers;
(Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye. And that same dew, which sometime on the buds
When thou wak'st,

Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls,
Thou tak'st

Stood now within the pretty flow'rets' eyes,
True delight

Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail.
In the sight

When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her,
Ofthy former lady's eye:

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
In your waking shall be shown:

To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
Jack shall have Jill;

And now I have the boy, I will undo
Nought shall go ill;

This hateful imperfection of her eyes.
The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
well.
[Exit Puck.- Dem. Hel. etc. asleep. From of the head of this Athenian swain ;

That he, awaking, when the other do,

May all to Athens back again repair;
A CT IV.

And think no more of this night's accidents,
SCENEI.--The same.

But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
Enter Titania and Bottom, Fairies attending; OBE- But first I will release the fairy queen.
RON behind unseen.

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:

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