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Would imitate, and sail upon the land,
Enter Demetrius, Helena following him. To fetch me trifles, and return again,
Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me As from a voyage, rich with merchandize. Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia ? (not. But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. And for her sake I do rear up her boy ; Thou told'st me they were stol'n into this And for her sake I will not part with him.
wood; Obe. How long within this wood intend you And here am I, and wood within this wood, stay?
[day. Because I cannot meet my Hermia. Tita. Perchance till after Theseus' wedding Hence! get thee gone, and follow me no If you will patiently dance in our round,
[adamant : And see our moonlight revels, go with us ; Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted Ii not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with Is true as steel : leave you your power to draw, thee.
(away! And I shall have no power to follow you. Tita. Not for thy fairy kingdom.-Fairies, Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? We shall chide downright, if I longer stay. Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth
(Exit Titania, and her train. Tell you, I do not nor I cannot love you? Obe. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not Hel. And even for that do I love you the from this grove,
I am your spaniel ; and, Demetrius, [more. Till I torment thee for this injury.-
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you : My gentle Puck, come hither : Thou remem- Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike Since once I sat upon a promontory, [ber'st me, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back, Neglect me, lose me ; only give me leave, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, Unworthy as I am, to follow you. That the rude sea grew civil at her song; What worser place can I beg in your love, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, (And yet a place of high respect with me,) To hear the sea-maid's music.
Than to be used as you use your dog? Pack.
I remember. Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of Obe. That very time I saw (but thou couldst my spirit ; not),
For I am sick when I do look on you. Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Hel. And I am sick when I look not on thee. Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took Dem. You do impeach your modesty too At a fair vestal throned by the west ;
To leave the city, and commit yourself (much, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, Into the hands of one that loves you not ; As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: To trust the opportunity of night, But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft And the ill counsel of a desert place, Quench d in the chaste beams of the watery With the rich worth of your virginity. And the imperial votaress passed on, [moon, Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that. In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
It is not night when I do see your face, Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : Therefore I think I am not in the night : It fell upon a little western flower,
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, Before milk-white, now purple with love's For you, in my respect, are all the world : wound,
Then how can it be said I am alone, And maidens call it, love-in-idleness. (once : When all the world is here to look on me? Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee Dem. I'll run from thee and hide me in the The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid,
brakes, Will make or man or woman madly dote And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. Upon the next live creature that it sees. Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as Fetch me this herb ; and be thou here again,
you. Ere the leviatban can swim a league.
Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd, Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase ; In forty minutes.
(Exit. The dove pursues the griffin ; the mild hind Obe.
Having once this juice, Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,
speed, And drop the liquor of it in her eyes; When cowardice pursues, and valour flies., The next thing then she waking looks upon, Dem. I will not stay thy questions ; let me Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, Or, if thou follow me, do not believe (go: On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,) But I shall do thee mischief in the wood. She shall pursue it with the soul of love : Hel, Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, And ere I'take this charm off from her sight, You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius ! As I can take it with another herb)
Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex : 1'1 make her render up her page to me.
We cannot fight for love, as men may do; But who comes here? I am invisible : We should be wood, and were not made to and I will over-hear their conference.
I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,
Beetles black, approach not near; To die upon the hand I love so well.
Worm, nor snail, do no ofence. [Exeunt Dem. and Hel.
Chorus. Philomel, with melody, &c. Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this grove,
i Fai. Hence, away ! now all is well. Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.
One, aloof, stand sentinel.
[Exeunt Fairies. Titania siceps. Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wan
Enter Oberon. Puck. Ay, there it is.
(derer. Obe. [Squeczes the flower on Titania's eyeObe.
I pray thee, give it me. What thou seest when thou dost wake, (lids.] I know a bank whereon the wild thynie blows, Do it for thy true love take; Where ox-lips, and the nodding violet grows; Love, and languish for his sake : Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine : Pard, or boar with bristled hair, There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, In thy eye that shall appear Luli'd in these flowers with dances and delight; When thou wak'st, it is thy dear. And there the snake throws her enamelld skin, Wake when some vile thing is near. (Exit. Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in :
Enter Lysander and Hermia. And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes, Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in And make her full of hateful fantasies.
the wood; Take thou some of it, and seek through this And to speak troth, I have forgot our way: grove :
We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, A sweet Athenian lady is in love
And tarry for the comfort of the day. With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes; Her. Beit so, Lysander:find you out a bed; But do it, when the next thing he espies For I upon this bank will rest my head. (both; May be the lady. Thou shalt know the man Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us By the Athenian garments he hath on. One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one Effect it with some care, that he may prove
[my dear, More fond on her, than she upon her love : Her. Nay, good Lysander ; for my sake, And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. Lie farther off yet ; do not lie so near. (cence ! Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innodo so.
[Exit. Love takes the meaning in love's conference.
I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit, SCENE III.-Another part of the Wood. So that but one heart we can make of it : Enter Titania, with her train.
Two bosoms interchained with an oath ;
So then, two bosoms, and a single troth. Tita, Come, now a roundel, and a fairy Then, by your side no bed-room me deny ; song ;
For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. Then, for the third part of a minute, hence ; Her. Lysander riddles very prettily : Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds ; Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied. wings,
[keep back But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy To make my small elves coats ; and some, Lie further off ; in human modesty, The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and Such separation as may well be said wonders
Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid : At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep ; So far be distant; and, good night, sweet Then to your offices, and let me rest.
Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end ! SONG.
Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, sayI; 1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue. And then end life, when I end loyalty !
Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen; Here is my bed : sleep give thee all his rest! Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong;
Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes Come not near our fairy queen.
Puck. Through the forest have I gone,
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and silence ! who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear :
This is he, my master said, 2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here;
Despised the Athenian maid :
And here the maiden, sleeping sound, hence /
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul ! she durst not lie
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. But you must flout my insufficiency? (Squeezes the flower on Lysander's Good troth, you do me wrong,--good sooth, eyelids. ]
you do, Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
In such disdainful manner me to woo. All the power this charm doth owe. But fare you well ; perforce I must confess When thou wak'st, let love forbid I thought you lord of more true gentleness. Sleep his seat on thy eyelid :
O, that a lady, of one man resus'd, So awake, when I am gone,
Should of another therefore be abus'd ! [Exit. For I must now to Oberon. [Exit. Lys. She sees not Hermia.--Hermia, sleep Enter Demetrius and Helena, running.
thou there : Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet And never mayst thou come Lysander near! Demetrius.
(haunt me thus. For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things Dem. I charge thee, hence ; and do not The deepest loathing to the stomach brings ; Hel. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
Are hated most of those they did deceive ; Dem. Stay, on thy peril : I alone will go. So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
[Exit Demetrius. Of all be hated, but the most of me! [might Hu. O, I am out of breath in this fond And, all my powers, address your love and chase!
To honour Helen, and to be her knight. (Exit. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. Her. [Awaking.) Help me, Lysander, help Happy is Hermia wheresoe'er she lies ;
me ! do thy best For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! How came her eyes so bright ? Not with salt Ah me, for pity !--- what a dream was here ! tears :
Lysander, look how I do quake with fear : If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.
Methought a serpent eat my heart away, No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;
And you sat smiling at his cruel prey.For beasts that meet me, run away for fear : Lysander ! - What, remov'd ? — Lysander ! Therefore no marvel though Deinetrius
(word? Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus. What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Alack! where are you? speak, an if you hear; Made me compare with Hermia's sphery Speak, of all loves? I swoon almost with fear. eyne?
No?-then I well perceive you are not nigh : But who is here? Lysander ! on the ground ! Either death, or you, I'll find immediately. Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound.
[Éxit. Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake. Lys. (Awaking.) And run through fire I will, for thy sweet sake.
. Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, That through thy bosom makes me see thy SCENE I. - The Wood. Titania lying asleep. heart.
Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word
and Starveling. Is that vile name to perish on my sword ! Bot. Are we all met? Hel. Do not say so, Lysander ; say not so. Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous What though he love your Hermia? Lord, convenient place for our rehearsal. This green what though?
plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. our 'tiring-house ; and we will do it in action, Lys. Content with Hermia ! No; I do repent as we will do it before the duke. The tedious minutes I with her have spent. Bot. Peter Quince, -Not Hermia, but Helena I love :
Quin. What sayst thou, bully Bottom? Who will not change a raven for a dove ? Bot. There are things in this comedy of The will of man is by his reason sway'd ; Pyramus and Thisby" that will never please. And reason says you are the worthier maid. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill Things growing are not ripe until their season : himself, which the ladies cannot abide. How So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason ; answer you that? And touching now the point of human skill, Snout. By'rlakin, a parlous fear. Reason becomes the marshal to my will, Star. I believe we must leave the killing And leads me to your eyes ; where I o'er look out, when all is done. Love's stories, written in love's richest book. Bot. Not a whit: I have a device to make He. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery all well. Write me a prologue; and let the born ?
prologue seem to say, we will do no harm When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn? with our swords, and that Pyramus is not K't not enough, is't not enough, young man, killed indeed ; and, for the more better assurThat I did never, no, nor never can, ance, that I, Pyramus, am not Pyramus, but
Bottom the weaver. This will put them out So near the cradle of the fairy queen ? of fear.
What, a play toward ! I'll be an auditor ; Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue ; An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause. [forth, and it shall be written in eight and six.
Quin. Speak, Pyramus. - Thisby, stand Bot. No, make it two more ; let it be written Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours in eight and-eight
[lion ? Quin. “Odours," í odours." [sweet," Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the Pyr. Odours savours sweet : Star. I fear it, I promise you.
So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby, dear, Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with But hark, a voice! stay thou but here awhile, yourselves: to bring in,-God shield us !-a And by and by I will to thee appear." lion among ladies, is a most dreadful thing ;
(Exit. for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than Puck. (A side.] A stranger Pyramus than your lion, living; and we ought to look to it. e'er play'd here !
[Exit. Snout. Therefore, another prologue must This. Must I speak now? tell he is not a lion.
Quin. Ay, marry, must you ; for you must Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and understand, he goes but to see a noise that he half his face must be seen through the lion's heard, and is to come again. neck; and he himself must speak through, This.“ Most radiant Pyramus, most lilysaying thus, or to the same defect,-“ Ladies, white of hue,
[brier, 1-or, fair ladies, I would wish you,-or, I Of colour like the red rose on triumphant would request you,--or, I would entreat you, Most brisky juvenal, and eke most lovely jezu, --not to fear, not to tremble : my life for As true as truest horse, that yet would never yours, If you think I come hither as a lion,
tire, it were pity of my life: no, I am no such r'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb." thing ; I am a man as other men are :"-and Quin. “Ninus tomb," man. Why, you there, indeed, let him name his name, and tell must not speak that yet ; that you answer to them plainly, he is Snug, the joiner.
Pyramus : you speak all your part at once, Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is cues and all, Pyramus, enter ; your cue is two hard things.—that is, to bring the moon- past ; it is, “ never tire." light into a chamber; for, you know, Pyramus This. 0,-“ As true as truest horse, that and Thisby meet by moon-light.
yet would never tire."
(head. Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass's play our play?
Pyr. “If I were, fair Thisby, I were only Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the thine :"
[haunted, almanack; find out moonshine,
find out Quin. O monstrous ! O strange! we are moonshine.
Pray, masters ! fly, masters !-Help! Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night. [Exit, with Snug, Flute, Snout, and Starveling.
Bot. Why, then may you leave a casement Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a of the great chamber window, where we play, round, open ; and the moon may shine in at the Through bog, through bush, through brake, casement.
through brier ! Quin. Ay, or else one must come in with a Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, bush of thorns and a lanthorn, and say he A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire ; comes to disfigure, or to present, the person of And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, moonshine. Then, there is another thing ; and burn, we must have a wall in the great chamber : Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every for Pyramus and Thisby, says the story, did turn.
[Exil. talk through the chink of a wall.
Bot. Why do they run away? this is a Snug. You can never bring in a wall.-knavery of them, to make me aféard. What say you, Bottom ?
Re-enter Snout. Bot. Some man or other must present wall : Snout. O Bottom ! thou art changed ! what and let him have some plaster, or some loam, do I see on thee? or some rough-cast about him, to signify wall ; Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's and let him hold his fingers thus, and through head of your own, do you? [Exit Snout. that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.
Re-enter Quince. Quin. If that may be, then ail is well. Quin. Bless thee, Bottom ! bless thee ! Come, sit down, every mother's son, and re-thou art translated.
(Exit. hearse your parts. Pyramus, you begin. Bot. I see their knavery : this is to make an When you have spoken your speech, enter ass of me, to fright me, if they could. But I into that brake; and so every one according will not stir from this place, do what they can : to his cue.
I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, Enter Puck, behind.
that they shall hear I am not afraid. [Sings. Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we The ousel-cock, so black of hue, swaggering here,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true, ance, good master Cobweb: if I cut my finThe wren with little quill:
ger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, Tita. (Waking.) What angel wakes me Peas. Peas-blossom. [honest gentleman ? from my flowery bed ?
Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Bat. (Sings.]
Squash, your mother, and to master Peascod, The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, your father. Good master Peas-blossom, i The plain-song cuckoo gray,
shall desire you of more acquaintance.-Your Whose note full many a man doth mark, name, I beseech you, sir ? And dares not answer, nay,
Mus. Mustard-seed. for indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish Bot. Good master Mustard seed, I know a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though your patience well ; that same cowardly, giantbe cry "cuckoo" never so ?
like ox-beef, hath devoured many a gentleman Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again : of your house : I promise you, your kindred Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note ; hath made mine eyes water ere now. I desire So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape ; [me, you of more acquaintance, good master MusAnd thy fair virtue's force, perforce doth move tard-seed.
(my bower. On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. Tita. Come, wait upon him ; lead him to
Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have The moon, methinks, looks with a wat'ry eye; little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, reason and love keep little company together Lamenting some enforced chastity. now-a-days ;--the more the pity, that some Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. honest neighbours will not make them friends.
[Exeunt. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion.
SCENE II.-Another part of the Wood. Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. Bot. Not so, neither : but if I had wit
Enter Oberon. enough to get out of this wood, I have enough Obe. I wonder if Titania be awak'd ; to serve mine own turn.
Then, what it was that next came in her eye, Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go : Which she must dote on in extremity. Thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or Here comes my messenger.-[Enter Puck.] I am a spirit of no common rate ; [no. How now, mad spirit ! [grove? The summer still doth tend upon my state; What night-rule now about this haunted And I do love thee : therefore go with me ; Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love. I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee ; Near to her close and consecrated bower, And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, and sing, while thou on pressèd flowers dost A crew of patches, rude mechanicals, sleep ;
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, Were met together to rehearse a play, That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.-(seed! Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day. Peas-blossom! Cobweb ! Moth! and Mustard - The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, Enter Peas-blossom, Cobweb, Moth, Who Pyramus presented, in their sport and Mustard-seed.
Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake : Peas. Ready.
When I did him at this advantage take,
An ass's nowl I fixed on his head :
Anon his Thisbe must be answered, [spy,
And I. And forth my mimic comes. When they him All Four
Where shall we go? As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, Tila. Be kind and courteous to this gentle- Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report, Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ? Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky; Feed him with apricocks, and dewberries, So, at his sight, away his fellows fly ; With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries : And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls ; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. And for night tapers crop their waxen thighs, Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears thus And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, strong, To have my love to bed, and to arise ; Made senseless things begin to do them wrong; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch ; To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes : Some, sleeves, --some, hats,--from yielders all Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
things catch. Peas. Hail, mortal ! Cob. Hail ! I led them on in this distracted fear, Meth. Hail !
Mus. Hail ! And left sweet Pyramus translated there : Bot. I cry your worships mercy, heartily, When in that moment (so it came to pass,) -I beseech your worship's name.
Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass. Coé. Cobweb.
Obe. This falls out better than I could devise. Bet. I shall desire you of more acquaint-I But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes