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Act. IV.]
MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM.

127 Dian's bnd o'er Cupid's flower

Horns and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LYSandER, HER-
Hath such force and blessed power.

Mia, and Helena, wake and start up.
Now, my Titania ; wake you, my sweet queen!

The.Good-morrow, friends! Saint Valentine is past;
Tita. My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass.

Lys. Pardon, my lord.
Obe. There lies your love.

(He and the rest kneel to Theseus. Tita. How came these things to pass ?

The. I pray you all, stand up!
0, how mine eyes do loath his visage now!

I know, you are two rival enemies ;
Obe. Silence a while !—Robin, take off this head ! How comes this gentle concord in the world,
Titania, music call; and strike more dead

That hatred is so far from jealousy,
Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity ?
Tita. Music, ho! music; such as charmeth sleep. Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own fool's Half sleep, half waking: but as yet, I swear,
eyes peep.

I cannot truly say how I came here:
Obe. Sound, music! [Still music.] Come, my queen, But, as I think, (for truly would I speak, —
take hands with me,

And now I do bethink me, so it is ;)
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be! I came with Hermia hither: our intent
Now thou and I are new in amity;

Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be
And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly,

Without the peril of the Ahenian law.
Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly,

Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough:
And bless it to all fair posterity:

I beg the law, the law upon his head. -
There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be

They would have stol'n away, they would,Demetrius,
Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.

Thereby to have defeated you and me:
Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark;

You, of your wife; and me, of my consent;
I do hear the morning lark.

Of my consent, that she should be your wife.
Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad,

Dein. My lord, fair Melen told me of their stealth,
Trip we after the night's shade;

Ofthis their purpose hither, to this wood;
Wethe globe can compass soon,

And I in fury hither follow'd them;
Swifter than the wand'ring moon.

Fair Helena in fancy following me.
Tita. Come, my lord; and in our flight,

But, my good lord, I wot not, by what power,
Tell me how it came this night,

(But by some power it is,) my love to llermia,
That I sleeping here was found,

Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now
With these mortals on the ground. [Exeunt. As the remembrance of an idle gawd,

[Horns sound within. Which in my childhood I did dote upon:
Enter Theseus, HIPPOLYTA, Eceus, and train. And all the faith and virtue of my heart,
The. Go, one of you, find out the forester! The object, and the pleasure of mine eye,
For now our observation is perform’d:

Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
And since we have the vaward of the day,

Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia;
My love shall hear the music of my hounds. But, like in sickness, did I loath this food :
Uncouple in the western valley; go:-

But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
Despatch, I say, and find the forester !-

Now do I wish it, loveit, long for it,
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, And will forevermore be true to it.
And mark the musical confusion

The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

Of this discourse we will hear more anon.-
Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, Egeus, I will overbear your will;
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear

Forin the temple, by and by with us,
With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear

These couples shall eternally be knit.
Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves, And, for the morning now is something worn,
The skies, the fountains, every region near

Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.-
Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard

Away, with us, to Athens! Three and three,
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

We'll hold a feast of great solemnity.-
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, Come, Hippolyta!
So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung

[Exeunt Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train. With ears that sweep away the morning dew;

Dem. These things seem small, and undistinguishable,
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls; Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.
Slow in pursuit, but match'd irrmouth like bells, Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted eye,
Each under each. A cry more tnneable

When every thing seems double.
Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,

Hel. Somethinks:
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:

And I have found Demetrius, like a jewel,
Judge, when you hear.-But, soft; what nymphs are Mine own, and not mine own.
these?

Dem. It seems to me,
Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep; That yet we sleep, we dream.-Do not you think,
And this Lysander; this Demetrius is;

The duke was here, and bid us follow him?
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena:

Her. Yea; and my father.
I wonder of their being here together.

Hel. And Hippolyta.
The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple.
The rite of May; and, hearing our intent,
Came here in grace of our solemnity:-

Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow him ;

And, by the way, let us recount our dreams! (Exeunt.
But, speak, Egens; is not this the day,

As they go out, Bottom awakes.
That Hermia should give answer of her choice?

Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer:
Ege. It is, my lord.

-my next is, Most fair Pyramus.--Hey, ho! - Peter The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! horns.

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asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains,
dream,-past the wit of man to say, what dream it was : Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. More, than cool reason ever comprehends.
Methought I was--there is no man can tell what. Me- The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
thought I was, and methought I had, ---but man is but a Are of imagination all compact:
patched fool, if he will offer to say, what methought I One sees more devils, than vast hell can hold;
had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
hath not seen: man's hand is not able to taste, his Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
tongue to conceive, vor his heart to reporte what my The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to
this dream : it shall be called Bottom's Dream, be heaven;
cause it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter And, as imagination bodies forth
end of a play, before the duke. Peradventure, to make The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death. (Exit. Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing

A local habitation, and a name.
SCENE II.-Athens. A room in Quince's house. Such tricks hath strong imaginations

Enter Quince, Flute, Srout, and STARVELING. That, if it would but apprehend some joy, Quin. Have you sent lo Bottom's house? is he come It comprehends some bringer of that joyi home yet?

Or, in the night, imagining some fear, Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is How easy is a bush suppos’da bear? transported.

Hip. But all the story of the night told over, Flute. If he come not, then the play is marred; it goes and all their minds transfigur'd so together, not forward, doth it?

More witnesseth than fancy's images,
Quin. It is not possible: you have not a man in all And grows to something of great constancy;
Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he.

But, howsoever, strange, and admirable.
Flute. No; he hath simply the best wit of any handy- Enter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and Helesa.
craft man in Athens,

The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth. Quin. Yea, and the best person too: and he is a very Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love paramour, for a sweet voice.

Accompany your hearts !
Flute. You must say, paragon: a paramour is, God Lys. More than to us
bless
us, a thing of notight.

Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed!
Enter SNUG.

The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall we Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the temple,

have, and there is two or three lords and ladies more married: To wear away this long age of three hours, if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made Between our after-supper, and bed-time?

Where is our usual manager of mirth? Flute. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost six - What revels are in hand ? Is there no play, pence a-day during his life; he could not have’scaped To ease the anguish of a torturing hour? sixpence a-day: an the duke had not given him six- Call Philostrate! pence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged; he Philost. Here, might Theseus. would have deserved it: sixpence a-day, in Pyramus, The. Say,what abridgment have you for this evening? or nothing

What mask? what music? How shall we beguile
Enter BOTTOM.

The lazy time, if not with some delight?
Bot. Where are these lads ? where are these hearts? Philost. There is a brief how many sports are ripe;
Quin. Bottom!-0 most courageous day! O most Make choice of which your lighness will see first!
happy hour!

(Gives a paper: Bot, Masters, I am to discourse wonders : but ask The. [reads.] The battle with the Centaurs, to be me not, what; for, if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. sung I will tell you every thing, right as it fell out.

By an Athenian eunuch, to the harp. Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom !

We'll none of that: that have I told my love, Bot. Not a word of me. All that I will tell you, is, In glory of my kinsman Hercules. that the duke hath dined. Get your apparel together; The riot of the tipsy Bachanals, good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look That is an old device; and it was play'd o'er his part; for, the short and the longis, our play is When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. preferred. In any case, let Thisby have clean linen; The thrice three Muses mourning for the death and let pot liim, that plays the lion, pare his nails, for of learning, late deceas'din beggary, they shall hang out for the lion's claws. And, most That is some satire, keen, and critical, dear actors, eat no onions, nor garlick, for we are to Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony. utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt, but to hear a tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, them say, it is a sweet comedy. No more words; away; And his love Thisbe: very tragical mirth. go away!

(Exeunt. Merry and Tragical? Tedious and brief?

That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow.

How shall we find the concord of this discord?
А ст V.

Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten words SCENE I.—The same. An apartment in the palace long; of Theseus.

Which is as brief, as I have known a play; Enter Theseus, HippolyTA, PHILOSTRATE, Lords, and Put by ten words, my lord, it is too long; Attendants.

Which makes it tedious: for in all the play Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers There is not one word apt, oue player fitted. speak of.

And tragical, my noble lord, it is; The. More strange than true. I never may believe

For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.

Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess,

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Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears “This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of thorn,
The passion of load laughter never shed.

“Presenteth moon-shine: for, if you will know, The. What are they that do play it?

“By moon-shine did these lovers think no scorn,
Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens here, “To meet at Ninus'tomb, there, there to woo.
Which never labour'd in their minds till now; “This grisly beast, which by name lion hight,
And now have toild their unbreath'd memories “The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,
With this same play, against your nuptial.

“Did scare away, or rather did affright:
The. And we will hear it.

* And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall ; Philost. No, my noble lord,

“Which lidn vile with bloody mouth did stain: It is not for you : 'I have heard it over,

“Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, And it is nothing, nothing in the world;

“And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain: Unless you can find sport in their intents,

“Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade, 1

Extremely stretch'd, and conn'd with cruel pain, “Hebravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast;
To do you service.

"And, Thisby tarrying in mulberry shade,
The. I will hear that play:

“His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,
For never any thing can be amiss,

Let lion, moon-shine, wall, and lovers twain,
When simpleness and duty tender it.

“At large discourse, while here they do remain." Go, bring them in ;-and take your places, ladies!

(Exeunt Prol. Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine.

(Exit Philostrate. The. I wonder, if the lion be to speak.
Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd, Dem. No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when many
And dutyin his service perishing.

asses do.
The. Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing. Wall. “In this same interlude, it doth befall,
Hip. He says, they can do nothing in this kind. "That I, one Snout by name, present a wall:
The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing. And such a wall, as I would have you think,
Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake: “That had in it a cranny'd hole, or chink,
And what poor duty cannot do,

“Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.

“Did whisper ofton very secretly. Where I have come, great clerks have purposed "This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone, doth show To greet me with premeditated welcomes;

“That I am that same wall; the truth is so :
Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,

And this the cranny is, right and sinister,
Make periods in the midst of sentences,

Through which the fearfullovers are to whisper.” Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears,

The. Would you desire lime and hair to speak better? And, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off,

Dem. It is the wittiest partition, that ever I heard Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet,

discourse, my lord. Out of this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome;

The. Pyramus draws near the wall: silence ! And in the modesty of fearful duty

Enter PYRAMUS. I read as much, as from the rattling tongue

Pyr. “O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so Of saucy and audacious eloquence.

black!
| Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity, “O night, which ever art, when day is uot!
In least, speak most, to my capacity.

O night, О night, alack, alack, alack,
Enter PhilosTRATE.

I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!-.
Philost. So please your grace, the prologue is addrest." And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,
The. Let him approach! (Flourish of trumpess. “That stand'st between her father's ground and mine;
Enter Prologue.

“Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
Prol. If we offend, it is with vur good will. “Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine
That you should think, we come not to offend,

eyne!

Wall holds up his fingers. But with good will. To shew our simple skill, “Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for That is the true beginning of our end.

this!
Consider then, we come but in despite.

“But what see I? No Thisby do I see.
We do not come, as minding to content you, “O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss;
Our true intent is. All for your delight,

“Curst be thy stones for thus deceiving me!"
We are not here. That you should here repent you, The. The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse
The actors are at hand; and, by their show,

again. You shall know all, that you are like to know.

Pyr. No, in truth, sir, he should not. Deceiving The. This fellow doth not stand upon points. me, is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough colt; he spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will fall knows not the stop. A good moral, my lord: It is not pat as I told you :-Yonder she comes. enough to speak, but to speak true.

Enter Thisbe. Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, like a This. “O wall, full often hast thou heard my moans, child on a recorder; a sound, but not in government. “For parting my fair Pyramus and me: The. His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing “My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones; impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?

“Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.” Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and Pyr.”“I see a voice: now will I to the chink, Lion, as in dumb show.

"To spy an I can hear

my

Thisby's face.
Prol. “Gentles, perchance, you wonder at this show; “Thisby!”
"Bat wonder on, till truth make allthings plain.
“This man is Pyramus, if you would know;

This. “My love! thou art my love, I think.”

Pyr. “Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace; “This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain.

"Andʻlike Limander am I trusty still.”. “This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present

This. And I like Helen, till the fates me kill." 'Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers sunder: “And through wall's chink, poor souls, they are

Pyr. “Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true.

This. “As Shafalus to Procrus, I to yon.”
“To whisper ; at the which let no man wonder.

Pyr. “O, kiss me through the hole of this vile wall.“
This. “I kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.”

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[Act V. Pyr. "Wilt thon at Ninny's tomb meet me straight “But stay;--Ospite! way?"

“But mark;--poor knight, This. "Tide life, tide death, I come without delay.” “What dreadful dole is here! Wall. “Thus havel, wall, my part discharged so;

“Eyes, do you see? * And being done, thus wall away doth

“How can it be? (Exeunt Wall, Pyramus, and Thisbe. “O dainty duck! O dear! The. Now is the mural down between the two neigh

“Thy mantle good, bours.

"What, stain'd with blood ? Dem. No remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful " Approach, ye furies fell! to hear without warning,

“O fates! come, comci Hip. This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.

“Cut thread and thrum; The. The best in this kind are but shadows: and the “Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!" worst are no worse, if imagination amend them. The. This passion, and the death of a dear friend, Hip. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs. would go near to make a man look sad.

The. If we imagine no worse of them, than they of Hip. Beshrew my heart, but I pity the man. themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Mere Pyr. “O, wherefore, nature, didst thou lions frame? come two noble beasts in, a moon and a lion.

"Sincelion vile hath here deflour'd my dear: Enter Lion and Moonshine.

“Which is—10, no—which was the fairest dame, Lion. “Yon, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear “That liv'd, that lov'd, that lik’d, that look'd with "" The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor,

cheer. “May now, perchance, both quake and tremble here,

Come, tears, confound; “When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.

“Out, sword, and wound “Then know, that I, one Snug the joiner, am

The pap of Pyramus: Alion fell, nor else no lion's dam:

“Ay, that left pap, “For if I should as lion come in strife

“Where heart doth hop:"Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.”

“Thus dies, thus, thus, thus.

“Now am I dead, The. Avery gentle beast, and of a good conscience.

“Now am Ifled; Dem. The very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I saw. Lys. This lion is a very fox for his valour.

“My soul is in the sky: The. True; and a goose for his discretion.

Tongue, lose thy light! Dem. Not so, my lord: for his valour cannot carry

“Moon, take thy flight! his discretion; and the fox carries the goose.

"Now die,die, die, die,die.” (Dies.-Exis Moonshine. The. His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his va Dem. No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one. lour; for the goose carries not the fox. It is well: leave Lys. Less than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon. nothing Moon."This lantern doth the horned moon present.” The. With the help of a surgeon, he might yet reDem. He should have worn the horns on his head. cover, and prove an ass. The. He is no crescent, and his horns are invisible Hip. How chance moonshine is gone, before Thisbe within the circumference.

comes back and finds her lover?

Here ske Moon. “Thislantern doth the horned moon present; The. She will find him by star-light. “Myselfthe man i'th’moon do seem to be.”

comes; and her passion ends the play.

Enter ThisBE. The. This is the greatest error of all the rest : the man should be put into the lantern : how is it else the man Hip. Methinks, she should not use a long one, for i'the moon?

such a Pyramus : I hope, she will be brief. Dem. He dares not come there for the candle: for, Dem. A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, you see, it is already in snuff.

which Thisbe, is the better, Hip. I am weary of this moon: would, he would lys. She hath spied him already with those sweet change!

eyes, The. It appears, by his small light of discretion, that Dem. And thus she moans, videlicet.he is in the wane: but yet, in courtesy, in all reason,

This. Asleep, my love? we must stay the time,

“What, dead, my dove? Lys. Proceed, moon!

“O, Pyramıs, arise, Moon. All that I have to say, is, to tell you, that the “Speak, speak. Quite dumb? lantern is the moon; 1, the man in the moon; this

Dead, dead? A tomb thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.

“Must cover thy sweet eyes. Dem. Why, all these should be in the lantern; for

“These lily brows, they are in the moon. But silence; here comes Thisbe.

“This cherry nose, Enter Thisbe.

“These yellow cowslip cheeks, This. “This is old Ninny's tomb : where is my love ?”

Are gone, are gone: Lion. "Oh-.” [The lion roars:- Thisbe runs off.

“Lovers, make moan! Dem. Well roared, lion!

"His eyes were green as leeks. The. Well run, Thisbe!

“O, sisters three, Hip. Well shone, moon!--Truly, the moon shines

“ Come, come, to me, with a good grace.

"With hands as paleas milk; The. Well moused, lion !

(The lion tears Thisbe's mantle, and exit. Dem. And so comes Pyramus.

“Since you have shore

“ With shears his thread of silk. Lys. And then the moon vanishes, Enter PYAAMIS.

“Tongue, not a word:Pyr. "Sweet moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;

Come, trusty sword; “Ithank thee, moon, for shining now so bright:

Come, blade, my breast imbrue: “For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering streams “I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight.

“Adieu, adieu, adieu !”

Dies.

"Lay them in gore,

"And farewell, friends ;-
“Thus Thisbe end's :

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The, Moonshine and lion are left to bury the dead. Hop as light as bird from brier;
Dem. Aye, and wall too.

And this ditty, after me,
Bot. No, I assure you; the wall is down that parted Sing, and dance it trippingly.
their fathers. Will it please you to see the epilogue, Tita. First, rehearse this song by rote:
or to hear a Bergomask dance, between two of our To each word a warbling note,
company?

Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
The. No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs Will we sing, and bless this place.
no excuse. Never excuse ; for when the players are
all dead, there need none to be blamed. Marry, if he

SONG, AND DANCE.
that writ it had play'd Pyramus, and hanged himself in

Obe. Now, until the break of day,
Thishe's garter, it would have been a fine tragedy: and

Through this house each fairy stray.
so it is, truly; and very notably discharged. Bat come,

To the best bride-bed will we,
your Bergomask: let your epilogue alone!

Which by us shall blessed be;
Here a dance of Clowns.

And the issue, there create,
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve :

Ever shall be fortunate.
Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.

So shall all the couples three
I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn,

Ever true in loving be:
As much as we this night have overwatch'd.

And the blots of nature's hand
This palpable-gross play hath well beguild

Shall not in their issue stand;
The heavy gait of night. --Sweet friends, to bed!

Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar,
A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
la nightly revels, and new jollity.

(Exeunt.

Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Despised in nativity,

Shall upon their children be.-
SCENE II.

With this field-dew consecratc,
Enter Puck.

Every fairy take his gait;
Puck. Now the hungry lion roars,

And each several chamber bless,
And the wolf behowls the moon;

Through this palace with sweet peace:
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,

E'er shall it in safety rest,
All with weary task fordone.

And the owner of it blest.
Now the wasted brands do glow,

Trip away;
Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching lond,

Make no stay;
Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,

Meet me all by break of day!
In remembrance of a shroud.

(Ereunt Oberon, Titania, and traino
Now it is the time of night,
That the graves, all gaping wide,

Puck. If we shadows have offended,
Every one lets forth his sprite,

Think but this, (and all is mended)
In the church-way paths to glide :

That you have but slumber'd here,
And we fairies, that do run

While these vision did appear.
By the triple Hecat's team,

And this weak and idle theme,
From the presence of the sun,

No more yielding but a dream,
Following darkness like a dream,

Gentles, do not reprehend!
Now are frolick; not a mouse

If you pardon, we will mend.
Shall disturb this hallow'd house :

And, as I'm an honest Puck,
I am sent, with broom, before,

If we have unearned luck
To sweep the dust behind the door.

Now to’scape the serpent's tongue,

We will make amends, ere long:
Enter Oberox and Titania, with their train.

Else the Puck a liar call.
Obe. Through this house give glimmering light,

So, good night unto you all!
By the dead and drowsy fire :

Give me your hands, if we be friends,
Every elf, and fairy sprite,

And Robin shallrestore amends. (Exit.

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