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that I will make the duke say, Let him roar again, let him roar again.
Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you would fright the duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek; and that were enough to hang us all.
All. That would hang us every mother's son.
Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us: but I will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any nightingale.
Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus : for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man: a proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, gentleman-like man; therefore you must needs play Pyramus.
Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I best to play it in?
Quin. Why, what you will.
Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw-coloured beard's, your orange-tawny beard, your purplein-grain beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow.
Quin. Some of your French-crowns have no hair at all 16, and then you will play bare-faced.-But, masters, here are your parts : and I am to entreat you, request you, and desire you, to con them by to-morrow night; and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the town, by moon-light; there will we rehearse: for if we meet in the city, we shall be dog'd with company, and our devices known. In the mean
time, I will draw a bill of properties, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not.
Bot. We will meet ; and there we may rehearse more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains, be perfect; adieu.
Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.
ACT II. SCENE I.
A wood near Athens.
Enter a Fairy at one door, and Puck at another.
Thorough bush, thorough briar,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
Swifter than the moones sphere;
In those freckles live their savours:
Farewel, thou lob of spirits, I'll be gone ;
Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to night;
quite, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, Call’d Robin Good-fellow 23 : are you not he, That fright the maidens of the villag'ry; Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern 24, And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; And sometimes make the drink to bear no barm 25; Mislead nightwanderers, laughing at their harm? Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck: Are not you he?
Puck. Thou speak’st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night,
I jest to Oberon, and make him smile,
Enter OBERON, at one door, with his train, and
TITANIA, at another, with hers. Obe. Ill met by moon-light, proud Titania.
Tita. What, jealous Oberon? Fairy, skip hence; I have forsworn his bed and company.
Obe. Tarry, rash wanton; Am not I thy lord ?
Tita. Then I must be thy lady: But I know When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land, And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love
Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,
Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy: And never, since the middle summer's spring 27, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or on the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb’d our sport. Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, As in revenge, have suck'd from the sea Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, Have every pelting 28 river made so proud, That they have overborne their continents.The ox bath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard: The fold stands empty in the drowned field,