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Atten. It is, my lord.

Leon. That eye my daughter lent her: 'Tis most Claud. [Reads from a scroll.]

true, Done to death by slanderous tongues,

Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her.

Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from
Was the Hero that here lies :
Death in guerdon 7 of her wrongs,

From Claudio and the prince; But what's your will?
Gives her fame which never dies :

Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical :
So the life, that died with shame,
Lives in death with glorious fame.

But, for my will, my will is, your good will

May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd Hang thou there upon the tomb, [Affixing it. In the estate of honourable marriage; Praising her when I am dumb.

In which, good friar, I shall desire your help. Now, musick, sound, and sing your solemn hymn. Leon. My heart is with your liking.


And my help.

Here comes the prince, and Claudio.
Pardon, goddess of the night,
Those that slew thy virgin knight,

Enter Don Pedro and CLAUDIO, with Attendants.
For the which, with songs of woe,

D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly. Round about her tomb they go.

Leon. Good morrow, prince: good morrow,
Midnight, assist our moan;

Help us to sigh and groan,

We here attend you; are you yet determind
Heavily, heavily :

To-day to marry with my brother's daughter ?
Graves yawn, and yield your dead,

Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Till deuth be uttered,

Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar Heavily, heavily.


[Erit ANTONIO Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night!

D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's Yearly will I do this rite.

the matter, D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters; put your That you have such a February face, torches out:

So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness ? The wolves have prey'd; and look, the gentle day, Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull: Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold.

Dapples the drowsy east with spots of grey : Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well. Re-enter ANTONIO, with the Ladies masked. Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several

For this I owe you : here come other reckonings. way ; D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other which is the lady I must seize upon ?

Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. And then to Leonato's we will go.

Claud. Why, then she's mine: Sweet, let me see Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue speeds,

Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe!

hand, (Exeunt.

Before this friar, and swear to marry her.

Claud. Give ine your hand before this holy friar; SCENE IV. A Room in Leonato's House.

I am your husband, if you like of me.

Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife: Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEATRICE,

(Unmasking, URSULA, Friar, and Hero.

And when you loved, you were my other husband. Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent ? Claud. Another Hero? Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who ac- Hero.

Nothing certainer : cus'd her,

One Hero died defam'd; but I do live, Upon the error that you heard debated :

And, surely as I live, I am a maid. But Margaret was in some fault for this ;

D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead. Although against her will, as it appears

Leon. She died, my lord, but wbiles her slander In the true course of all the question.

lived. Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well. Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;

Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd When, after that the holy rites are ended, To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death :

Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all, Mean time, let wonder seem familiar, Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves;

And to the chapel let us presently. And, when I send for you, come hither mask'd : Bene. Soft and fair, friar. — Which is Beatrice? The prince and Claudio promis’d by this hour Beat. I answer to that name; [Unmasking.) To visit me : — You know your office, brother;

What is your will ? You must be father to your brother's daughter, Bene. Do not you love me? And give her to young Claudio. (Exeunt Ladies.


No, no more than reason. Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance.

Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think.

and Claudio, Friar. To do what, signior?

Have been deceived; for they swore you did. Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.

Beat. Do you not love me? Signior Leonato, truth it is good signior,


No, no more than reason. Your niece regards me with an eye of favour: Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula, 7 Reward

Are much deceiv’d; for they did swear you did.


you face.

Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for me. nothing handsome about him: In brief, since I do Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead propose to marry, I will think nothing to any purfor me.

pose that the world can say against it; and therefore Bene. 'Tis no such matter : — Then you do not never flout at me for what I have said against it ; love me?

for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. For thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the thee; but in that 8 thou art like to be my kinsman, gentleman.

live unbruised, and love my cousin. Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her; Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have For here's a paper, written in his hand,

denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,

out of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer; Fashion d to Beatrice.

which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin Hero.

And here's another, do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, Bene. Come, come, we are friends : - let's have Containing her affection unto Benedick.

a dance, ere we are married, that we might lighten Bene. A miracle ! here's our own hands against our own hearts and our wives' heels. our hearts! - Come, I will have thee ; but, by this Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards. light, I take thee for pity.

Bene. First, o'my word; therefore, play, musick. Beat. I would not deny you ; but, by this good Prince, thou art sad ; get thee a wife, get thee a day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, partly to wife : there is no staff more reverend than one save your life; for I was told you were in a con- tipped with horn. sumption. Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.

Enter a Messenger.

[Kissing her. Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta’en in D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the married flight, man ?

And brought with armed men back to Messina. Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of wit- Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow; I'll crackers cannot fout me out of my humour: Dost | devise thee brave punishments for him. — Strike up, thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? No: pipers.

[Dance.-Exeunt. If a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear

8 Because




THESEUS, Duke of Athens.

Oberon, King of the Fairies. Egeus, Father to Hermia.

TITANIA, Queen of the Fairies. LYSANDER,

Puck, or Robin-GOODFELLOW, a Fairy. in love with Hermia.

PEAS-BLOSSOM, PHILOSTRATE, Master of the Revels to Theseus. COBWEB,

Fairies. Quince, the Carpenter.

Мотн, , SNUG, the Joiner.

MUSTARD-SEED, Bottom, the Weaver.

Pyramus, FLUTE, the Bellows-mender.


Characters in the Interlude per SNOUT, the Tinker.


Moonshine, STARVELING, the Tailor.

formed by the Clowns.

Lion, HIPPOLYTA, Queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Theseus.

Other Fairies attending their King and Queen. HERMIA, Daughler to Egeus, in love with Lysander. Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta. HELENA, in love with Demetrius.

SCENE, Athens; and a Wood not far from it.


SCENE I. Athens. A Room in the Palace of Enter Egeus, Hermia, LYSANDER, and DEMETRIUS. Theseus.

Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke! Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, and The. Thanks, good Egeus : What's the news with Attendants.

thee ? Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour

Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint Draws on apace; four happy days bring in Against my child, my daughter Hermia. – Another moon : but, oh, methinks, how slow Stand forth, Demetrius; — My noble lord, This old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires, This man hath my consent to marry her :Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,

Stand forth, Lysander ; — and, my gracious duke, Long withering out a young man's revenue. This hath betwich'd the bosom of my child : Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves in Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, nights ;

And interchang'd love-tokens with my child : Four nights will quickly dream away the time; Thou hast by moon- light at her window sung, And then the moon, like to a silver bow

With feigning voice, verses of feigning love;
New bent in heaven, shall behold the night And stol’n the impression of her fantasy
Of our solemnities.

With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gauds, conceits,
Go, Philostrate,

Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweet-meats; messengers Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth: Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth; With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart; Turn melancholy forth to funerals,

Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, The pale companion is not for our pomp.

To stubborn barshness : — And, my gracious duke,

(Exit PHILOSTRATE. Be it so she will not here before your grace Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,

Consent to marry with Demetrius, And won thy love, doing thee injuries ;

I beg the ancient privilege of Athens; But I will wed thee in another key,

As she is mine, I may dispose of her : With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling. Which shall be cither to this gentleman,

Or to her death ; according to our law,

The. I must confess, that I have heard so much, Immediately provided in that case.

And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; The. What say you, Hermia? be advis'd, fair maid: But, being over-full of self-affairs, To you your father should be as a god;

My mind did lose it. - But, Demetrius, come; One that compos'd your beauties ; yea, and one And come, Egeus; you shall go with me; To whom you are but as a form in wax,

I have some private schooling for you both. By him imprinted, and within his power

For you, fair Hermia, look you arın yourself To leave the figure, or disfigure it.

To fit your fancies to your father's will ; Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.

Or else the law of Athens yields you up Her. So is Lysander.

(Which by no means we may extenuate,) The. In himself he is :

To death, or to a vow of single life.
But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice, Come, my Hippolyta; What cheer, my love ?
The other must be held the worthier.

Demetrius, and Egeus, go along :
Her. I would, my father look'd but with my eyes. I must employ you in some business
The. Rather your eyes must with his judgment Against our nuptial; and confer with you
· look.

Of something nearly that concerns yourselves, Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. Ege. With duty, and desire, we follow you. I know not by what power I am made bold;

(Exeunt Thes. Hır. Ege. Dem. and train. Nor how it may concern my modesty,

Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale? In such a presence here, to plead my thoughts :

How chance the roses there do fade so fast? But I beseech your grace that I may know

Her. Belike, for want of rain; which I could well The worst that may befal me in this case,

Beteem ? them from the tempest of mine eyes. If I refuse to wed Demetrius.

Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read, The. Either to die the death, or to abjure Could ever hear by tale or history, For ever the society of men.

The course of true love never did run smooth : Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, But, either it was different in blood; Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, Or else misgraffed, in respect of years ; You can endure the livery of a nun;

Or else it stood upon the choice of friends : For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,

Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
To live a barren sister all your life,

War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it;
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Making it momentany as a sound,
Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage :

Brief as the lightning in the collied 4 night,
But earthlier happy is the rose distillid,

That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, And ere a man hath power to say,

Behold! Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness. The jaws of darkness do devour it up :

Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, So quick bright things come to confusion. Ere I will yield my virgin patent up

Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke

It stands as an edict in destiny: My soul consents not to give sovereignty.

Then let us teach our trial patience, The. Take time to pause ; and, by the next new Because it is a customary cross ; moon,

As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's 5 followers. For everlasting bond of fellowship,)

Lys. A good persuasion ; therefore, hear me, Upon that day either prepare to die,

Hermia. For disobedience to your father's will ;

I have a widow aunt, a dowager Or else, to wed Demetrius, as he would :

Of great revenue, and she hath no child : Or on Diana's altar to protest,

From Athens is her house remote seven leagues ; For aye, austerity and single life.

And she respects me as her only son. Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia; And, Lysander, There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee ; yield

And to that place the sharp Athenian law Thy crazed title to my certain right.

Cannot pursue us : If thou lov'st me then, Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius : Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. And in the wood, a league without the town,

Ege. Scornful Lysander ! true, he hath my love; Where I did meet thee once with Helena, And what is mine my love shall render him : To do observance to a morn of May, And she is mine ; and all my right of her

There will I stay for thee. I do estate unto Demetrius.


My good Lysander ! Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow; As well possess'd ; my love is more than his; By his best arrow with the golden head; My fortunes every way as fairly rank’d,

By the simplicity of Venus' doves; If not with vantage, as Demetrius';

By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves ; And, which is more than all these boasts can be, And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen, I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia :

When the false Trojan under sail was seen ; Why should not I then prosecute my right? By all the vows that ever men have broke, Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,

In number more than ever women spoke ; Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,

In that same place thou hast appointed me, And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. Upon this spotted i and inconstant man.

? Give, bestow.

3 Momentary Wicked.

4 Black

K 2

5 Love's.

Lys. Keep promise, love : Look, here comes But herein mean I to enrich my pain,

To have his sight thither, and back again. [Exit.
Her. God speed fair Helena! Whither away ? SCENE II.

The same. A Room in a Cottage. Hel. Call you me fair ? that fair again unsay. Demetrius loves you fair : O happy fair!


Youreyes are lode-stars 6; and your tongue's sweet air
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,

Quin. Is all our company here?
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. Bot. You were best to call them generally, man
Sickness is catching ; 0, were favour 7 so!

by man, according to the scrip. Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;

Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name, My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,

which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody. our interlude before the duke and duchess, on his Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, wedding-day at night. The rest I'll give to be to you translated.

Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the 0, teach me how you look; and with what art play treats on; then read the names of the actors; You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.

and so grow to a point. Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. Quin. Marry, our play is — The most lamentable Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and such skill!

Thisby. Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me. Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. and a merry. -- Now, good Peter Quince, call forth Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. your actors by the scroll: Masters, spread yourselves. Hel. None, but your beauty ; 'Would that fault Quin. Answer, as I call you. Nick Botton, were mine!

the weaver. Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my face, Bot. Ready: Name what part I am for, and Lysander and myself will fly this place. —

proceed. Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold : Quin. You, Nick Bottom,are set down for 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,

Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, for love. (A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,)

Bot. That will ask some tears in the true perThrough Athens' gates have we devis'd to steal. forming of it: If I do it, let the audience look to

Her. And in the wood, where often you and I their eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie,

To the rest :

Yet my chief huEmptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet; mour is for a tyrant : I could play Ercles rarely, There my Lysander and myself shall meet : or a part to tear a cat in, to 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 play-fellow; pray thou for us,

6 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 Herm.

• And make and mar Lys. I will, my Hermia. · Helena, adieu :

« The foolish fates.” As you on him, Demetrius dote on you! (Exit Lys. Hel. How happy some, o'er other some can be !

This was lofty!- Now name the rest of the players. Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.

- This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; more condoling. He will not know what all but he do know,

Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,

Flu. Here, Peter Quince. So I, admiring of his qualities.

Quin. You must take Thisby on you. Things base and vile, holding no quantity,

Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;

Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman ; I And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

have a beard coming. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste ;

Quin. That's all one; you shall play it in a mask, Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste : and you may speak as small as you will. And therefore is love said to be a child,

Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play, Thisby Because in choice he is so oft beguild.

too: I'll speak in a monstrous little voice; - Thisne, As waggislı boys in game 8 themselves forswear, Thisne, - Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy Thisby So the boy love is perjur'd every where :

dear : and lady dear ! For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne , Quin. No, no: you must play Pyramus, and, He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine;

Flute, you Thisby. I will go tell him of fair Hermia’s flight;

Bot. Well, proceed. Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night,

Quin. Robin Slarveling, the tailor. Pursue her; and for this intelligence

Starv. Here, Peter Quince. If I have thanks, it is a dear expence:

Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's

some measure.

mother. - Tom Snout, the tinker. 6 Pole stars.

7 Countenance.

Snout. Here, Peter Quince.

# Sport.

9 Eyes.

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