CHORUS. Philomel, with melody, Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby: II. 2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here; Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence: CHORUS. Philomel, with melody, &c. 1 Fai. Hence, away; now all is well: One, aloof, stand sentinel. [Exeunt Fairies. TITANIA sleeps. Enter OBERON. Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, [Squeezes the flower on TITANIA's eye-lids. Do it for thy true-love take; Love, and languish for his sake: } [Exit. Be it ounce,] The ounce is a small tiger, or tiger-cat. Enter LYSANDER and HErmia. Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood; And to speak troth, I have forgot our way; We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, And tarry for the comfort of the day. Her. Be it so, Lysander, find you out a bed, For I upon this bank will rest my head. Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence;2 Her. Lysander riddles very prettily:- So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: 20, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence;] Understand the meaning of my innocence, or my innocent meaning. 3 Now much beshrew, &c.] This word, of which the etymology is not exactly known, implies a sinister wish, and means the same as if she had said "now ill befall my manners," &c. Lys. Amen, Amen, to that fair prayer, say I; And then end life, when I end loyalty! Here is my bed: Sleep give thee all his rest! Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd! [They sleep. Enter PUCK. Puck. Through the forest have I gone, On whose eyes I might approve Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENa, running. [Exit. Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Deme trius. Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus. 4 All the power this charm doth owe:] i. e. all the power it possesses. 5 Hel. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go. [Exit DEMETRius. For beasts that meet me, run away for fear: sake. Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet [Waking. Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word Is that vile name, to perish on my sword! Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so: What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though? Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. Who will not change a raven for a dove? 6 gain. wilt thou darkling - i. e. in the dark. my grace.] My acceptableness, the favour that I can 8 Things growing are not ripe until their season: When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn? Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do. In such disdainful manner me to woo. But fare you well: perforce I must confess, Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! [Exit. Lys. She sees not Hermia:-Hermia, sleep thou there; And never may'st thou come Lysander near! The deepest loathing to the stomach brings; And all my powers, address your love and might, 7 till now ripe not to reason;] i. e. do not ripen to it. Ripe, in the present instance, is a verb. 8 touching now the point of human skill,] i. e. my senses being now at the utmost height of perfection. 9 Reason becomes the marshal to my will,] That is, My will now follows reason. |