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With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do? If for his tender here I make some stay.
Puck. I took him sleeping, (that is finish'd

[Lies down. too,)

Obe. What hast thou done? thou hast misAnd the Athenian woman by his side ; [ey'd. taken quite,

[sight : That, when he wak'd, of force she must be And laid the love-juice on some true-love's

Enter Demetrius and Hermia. Of thy misprision must perforce ensue [true. Obe. Stand close : this is the same Athenian. Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turn'd Puck. This is the woman ; but not this the Puck. Then fate o'er-rules ; that, one man

(you so? holding troth, Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves A million fail, confounding oath on oath. Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Obe. About the wood go swister than the Her. Now I but chide ; but I should use wind, thee worse ;

And Helena of Athens look thou find : For thou, I fear, bast given me cause to curse. All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer (dear : If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, With sighs of love that cost the fresh blood Being o'er shoes in Elood, plunge in the deep, By some illusion see thou bring her here : And kill me too.

I'll charmı his eyes against she do appear. The sun was not so true unto the day,

Pack. I go, I go ; look how I go; As he to me: would he have stol'n away Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. Fronı sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon,

[Exit. This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the Obe. Flower of this purple die, moon

Hit with Cupid's archery, May through the centre creep, and so displease Sink in apple of his eye! Her brother's noon-tide with th' Antipodes.

When his love he doth espy,
It cannot be but thou hast murder'd him ;

Let her shine as gloriously
So should a murderer look; so dead, so grim. As the Venus of the sky.-
Dem. So should the murder'd look ; and so When thou wak'st, If she be by,
should I,

(cruelty : Beg of her for remedy. Pierc'd through the heart with your stern

Re-enter Puck.
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.

Helena is here at hand ;
Her. What's this to my Lysander? where And the youth mistook by me,
is he?

Pleading for a lover's fee. Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me ? Shall we their fond pageant see? Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my Lord, what fools these mortals be! hounds.

[past the bounds Obe. Stand aside ; the noise they make Her. Out, dog ! out, cur ! thou driv'st me Will cause Demetrius to awake. Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, Puck. Then will two at once woo one, then ?

That must needs be sport alone ; Henceforth be never number'd among men !

And those things do best please me. O, once tell true, tell true, e'en for my sake ;

That befall preposterously. Durst thou have look'd upon him being awake, Enter Lysander and Helena. And hast thou kill'd him sleeping ? O brave Lys. Why should you think that I should touch !

woo in scorn ? Could not a worm, an adder, do so much ? Scorn and derision never come in tears : An adder did it ; for with doubler tongue Look, when I vow, I weep, and vows so born, Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.

In their nativity all truth appears. Dem. You spend your passion on a mis- How can these things in me seem scorn to you, pris'd mood :

Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? I am not guilty of Lysander's blood ;

Hel. You do advance your cunning more and Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. Her. I pray thee, tell me, then, that he is When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! well.

[therefore? These vows are Hermia's : will you give her Dem. An if I could, what should I get o'er?

(weigh: Her. A privilege never to see me more: Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing And from thy hated presence part I so: Your vows to her and me, put in two scales, See me no more, whether he be dead or no. Will even weigh ; and both as light as tales.

[Exit. Lys. I had no judgment when to her I swore. Dem. There is no following her in this fierce Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give vein ;

[you. Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow Dem. (Awaking:]O Helen, goddess, nymph, For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; perfect, divine ! Which now in some slight measure it will pay, I To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ?

her o'er.


Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy! Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three, This pure congealed white, high Taurus snow, To fashion this false sport in spite of me. Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow Injurious Hermia ! most ungrateful maid ! When thou hold'st up thy hand : 0, let me Have you conspir'd, have you with these conkiss

To bait me with this foul derision ? (triv'd That princess of pure white, this seal of bliss ! Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd,

Hel. O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, To set against me, for your merriment : When we have chid the hasty-footed time If you were civil and knew courtesy, For parting us,-0! is all forgot ? You would not do me thus much injury. All school-days' friendship, childhood innoCan you not hate me, as I know you do, We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, (cence? But you must join in souls to mock me too? Have with our neelds created both one flower, If you were men, as men you are in show, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, You would not use a gentle lady so ;

Both warbling of one song, both in one key ; To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, When I am sure you hate me with your hearts. Had been incorporate. So we grew together, You both are rivals and love Hermia ; Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; And now both rivals, to mock Helena : But yet a union in partition, A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart ; With your derision! none of noble sort Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Would so offend a virgin, and extort

Due but to one, and crowned with one crest. A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. And will you rent our ancient love asunder,

Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so ; To join with men in scorning your poor friend? For you love Hermia ;– This you know 1 It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly: know :

[heart, Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it, And here, with all good-will, with all my Though I alone do feel the injury. words. In Hermia's love I yield you up my part ;

Her. I am amazed at your passsionate And yours of Helena to me bequeath, I scorn you not : it seems that you scorn nie. Whom I do love, and will do to my death. Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle To follow me, and praise my eyes and face ? breath.

[none: And made your other love, Demetrius, (foot,) Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia ; I will (Who even but now did spurn me with his If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone. To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn'd, Precious, celestial ? Wherefore speaks he this And now to Helen it is home return'd, To her he hates ? and wherefore doth LyThere to remain.

sander Lys.

Helen, it is not so. Deny your love, so rich within his soul, Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not And tender me, forsooth, affection, know,

But by your setting on, by your consent ? Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.- [dear. What though I be not so in grace as you, Look, where thy love comes ; yonder is thy So hung upon with love, so fortunate ; Enter Hermia.

But miserable most, to love unlov'd ? Her. Dark night, that from the eye his This you should pity, rather then despise. function takes,

Her. I understand not what you mean by The ear more quick of apprehension makes ; this. Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, Hel. Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks, It pays the hearing double recompense : Make mouths upon me when I turn my back; Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found ; Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up: Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound. This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. But why unkindly didst thou leave me so? If you have any pity, grace, or manners, Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth You would not make me such an argument. press to go?

(my side? But, fare ye well : 'tis partly mine own fault; Her. What love could press Lysander from Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy. Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let Lys. Stay, gentle Helena ; hear my excuse : him bide ;

My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena !
Fair Helena ; who more engilds the night Hel. O excellent !
Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.


Sweet, do not scorn her so. Why seek'st thou me? could not this make Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel. thee know,

Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she The bate I bare thee made me leave thee so ? entreat :

(weak prayers.-Her. You speak not as you think : it can- Thy threats have no more strength than her not be.

Helen, I love thee ; by my life, I do:

I swear by that which I will lose for thee, Hel. I pray you, though you mock me,
To prove him false that says I love thee not. gentlemen,

Dem. I say I love thee more than he can do. Let her not hurt me: I was never curst ;
Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it I have no gift at all in shrewishness;
Dem. Quick, come !

(too. I am a right maid for my cowardice : Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this? Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think, Lys. Away, you Ethiop!

Because she is something lower than myself, Dem.

No, no, sir That I can match her. Seem to break loose ; take on, as you would Her.

Lower ! hark, again. follow;

Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with But yet come not : you are a tame man, go! I evermore did love you, Hermia, [me. Lys. [To Hermia.] Hang off, thou cat, thou Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd burr ! vile thing, let loose,

Save that, in love unto Demetrius (you ; Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent! I told him of your stealth unto this wood.

Her. Why are you grown so rude? what He follow'd you; for love, I followed him ; Sweet love?

(change is this, But he hath chid me hence, and threaten'd me Lys. Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, out ! To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too : Out, loathed medicine! O hated potion, hence! And now, so you will let me quiet go, Her. Do you not jest ?

To Athens will I bear my folly back, Hel.

Yes, 'sooth ; and so do you. And follow you no farther : let me go : Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with You see how simple and how fond I am. thee.

(ceive Her. Why, get you gone : who is 't that Dem. I would I had your bond, for I per

hinders you?

[behind. A weak bond holds you; I'll not trust your Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here word.

[kill her dead? Her. What, with Lysander ? Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, Hel.

With Demetrius. Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. Lys. Be not afraid ; she shall not harm Her. What, can you do me greater harm thee, Helena.

(her part. than hate?

(my love? Dem. No, sir, she shall not, though you take Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, Hel. O, when she is angry, she is keen and Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lysander ?

shrewd ; I am as fair now, as I was erewhile.

She was a vixen when she went to school; Since night, you lov'd me ; yet, since night And though she be but little, she is fierce. you left me :

Her. Little again ! nothing but low and Why, then you left me (O, the gods forbid !) little ? In earnest, shall I say?

Why will you suffer her to flout me thus? Lys.

Ay, by my life ; Let me come to her. And never did desire to see thee more.


Get you gone, you dwarf! Therefore be out of hope, of question, of You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made ; doubt :

You bead, you acorn! Be certain, nothing truer ; 'tis no jest,


You are too officious That I do hate thee, and love Helena. In her behalf that scorns your services. Her. O me!-- you juggler! you canker- Let her alone : speak not of Helena ; blossom!

(night, Take not her part ; for, if thou dost intend You thief of love! what, have you come by Never so little show of love to her, And stol'n my love's heart from him? Thou shalt aby it. Hel. Fine, i faith! Lys.

Now she holds me not ; Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose right,No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear Or thine or mine, -is most in Helena. Impatient answers from my gentle tongue ? Dem. Follow? nay, I'll go with thee, cheek Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet you


by jole. [Exeunt Lys, and Dem. Her. Puppet! why, so : ay, that way goes Her. You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of the game. Nay, go not back.

(you : Now I perceive that she hath made compare


I will not trust you, I, Between our statures; she hath urg'd her Nor longer stay in your curst company. height;

Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray ; And with her personage, her tall personage, My legs are longer though, to run away. Her height, forsooth, she hath prevaild with

Exit. him.

Her. I am amaz’d, and know not what to And are you grown so high in his esteem,


[Exit. Because I am so dwarfish and so low?

Obe. This is thy negligence : still thou How low am I, thou painted maypole ? speak ; mistak'st, How low am I? I am not yet so low, Or else commit'st thy knaveries wilfully. [took. But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, mis

Did not you tell me I should know the man Lys. I will be with thee straight.
By the Athenian garments he had on?


Follow me, then, And so far blameless proves my enterprize, To plainer ground. That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes ;

(Exit Lys. as following the voice. And so far am I glad it so did sort,

Re-enter Demetrius. As this their jangling I esteem a sport. [fight : Dem.

Lysander! speak again. Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ? Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night ; Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou The starry welkin cover thou anon

hide thy head?

[the stars, With drooping fog, as black as Acheron ; Puck. Thou coward ! art thou bragging to And lead these testy rivals so astray,

Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, As one come not within another's way. And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, thou child ; Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong ; I'll whip thee with a rod : he is defil'd And sometime rail thou like Demetrius ; [thus, That draws a sword on thee. And from each other look thou lead them Dem.

Yea, art thou there? Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep Puck. Follow my voice : we'll try no manWith leaden legs and batty wings doth creep: hood here.

[Exeunt, Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye ;

Re-enter Lysander.

(on : Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me To take from thence all error with his might, When I come where he calls, then he is gone. And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight. The villain is much lighter-heeld than I : When they next wake, all this derision I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly ; Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision ; That fallen am I in dark uneven way, And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, And here will rest me. [Lies down.) Come, With league, whose date till death shall never thou gentle day! Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, (end. For if but once thou show me thy grey light, I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy ; I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. And then I will her charmed eye release

Re-enter Puck and Demetrius. From monster's view, and all things shall be Puck. Ho! ho ! ho ! Coward, why com'st peace. (with haste, thou not?

(wot Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st ; for well I For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger ; (fast, And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here Where art thou now? and there,

[all, Puck.

Come hither : I am here. Troop home to churchyards : damned spirits Dem. Nay, then, thou mock'st me. Thou That in cross-ways and floods have burial,

shalt 'by this dear, Already to their wormy beds are gone, If ever I thy face by day-light see : For fear lest day should look their shames Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me upon,

To measure out my length on this cold bed. They wilfully themselves exile from light, By day's approach look to be visited. And must for aye consort with black-brow'd

(Lies down and sleeps. night.

Re-enter Helena. Obe. But we are spirits of another sort : Hel. O weary night! O long and tedious I with the morning's love have oft made night!

(east, sport;

Abate thy hours : shine, comforts, from the And, like a forester, the groves may tread, That I may back to Athens, by day-light, Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red, From these that my poor company detest : Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams. eye, But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay : Steal me a while from mine own company. We may effect this business yet ere day.

(Sleeps. [Exit Oberon. Puck. Yet but three? Come one more ; Puck. Up and down, up and down,

Two of both kinds make


I will lead them up and down :

Here she comes, curst and sad :
I am fear'd in field and town :

Cupid is a knavish lad,
Goblin, lead them up and down.

Thus to make poor females mad.
Here comes one.

Re-enter Hermia.
Re-enter Lysander.

Her. Never so weary, never so in woe ; Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with speak thou now.

I can no farther crawl, no farther go; (briers; Puck. Here, villain ! drawn and ready. My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Where art thou ?

Here will I rest me till the break of day.

Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of

[Lies down. dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your Puck. On the ground sleep sound : people stir me: I have an exposition of sleep I'll apply to your eye, come upon me.

{arms. Gentle lover, remedy.

Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my (Squeezing the herb on Lysander's eyelids. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away, When thou wak'st, thou tak'st

[Exeunt Fairies. True delight in the sight

So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle
Of thy former lady's eye :

Gently entwist : the female ivy so
And the country proverb known, Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
That every man should take his own, O, how I love thee, how I dote on thee!
In your waking shall be shown :

[They sleep. Jack shall have Jill ;

Enter Puck.
Nought shall go ill ;

Obe. (Advancing.] Welcome, good Robin.
The man shall have his mare again,

Seest thou this sweet sight?
And all shall be well.

(Exit. Her dotage now I do begin to pity :

For, meeting her of late behind the wood,
Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool,

I did upbraid her, and fall out with her ;

For she his hairy temples then had rounded
SCENE I.-The Wood.

With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers ;

And that same dew, which sometime on the Enter Titania and Bottom, Fairies attending; buds Oberon behind unseen,

Waswont toswell, like round and orient pearls, Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery Stood now within the pretty flow'rets' eyes,

While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, [bed, Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail. And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth When I had at my pleasure taunted her, head,

And she in mild terms begg'd my patience, And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. I then did ask of her her changeling child : Bot. Where's Peas-blossom?

Which straight she gave me ; and her fairies Peas. Ready.

To bear him to my bower in fairy land. [sent Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom. And now I have the boy, I will undo Where's monsieur Cobweb?

This hateful imperfection of her eyes : Cob. Ready.

And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp Bot. Monsieur Cobweb, good monsieur, get From off the head of this Athenian swain ; your weapons in your hand, and kill me a That he, awaking when the other do, red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle : May all to Athens back again repair, and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. And think no more of this night's accidents, Do not fret yourself too much in the action, But as the fierce vexation of a dream. monsieur ; and, good monsieur, have a care But first I will release the fairy queen. the honey-bag break not ; I would be loth to

[ Touching her eyes with an heró. have you overflown with a honey-bag, signior. Be, as thou wast wont to be ; - Where's monsieur Mustard seed ?

See, as thou wast wont to see : Must. Ready.

Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower Bot. Give me your neif, monsieur Mustard- Hath such force and blessėd power. seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good Now, my Titania ; wake you, my sweet queen. monsieur. Must. What's your will ?

Titu. My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help Methought I was enamour'd of an ass. cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the Obe. There lies your love. barber's, monsieur ; for methinks I am marvel- Tita. How came these things to pass ? lous hairy about the face ; and I am such a o, how mine eyes do loath his visage now ! tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, Obe. Silence, awhile.-Robin, take off this must scratch.

head. Titu. What, wilt thou hear some music, Titania, music call ; and strike more dead my sweet love?

Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music: Tita. Music, ho! music! such as charmeth let us have the tongs and the bones. [to eat. sleep.

(fool's eyes peep. Tita. Or say, sweet love, what thou desir'st Puck. When thou wakest, with thine own

Bot. Truly, a peck of provender : I could Obe. Sound, music ! [Still music.) Come, munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have my queen, take hands with me, a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay. And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Now thou and I are new in amity, Titu. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek And will to-morrow midnight solemnly The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly,

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