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Enter Lysander. Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak

thou now.', Puck. Here, villain; diawn and ready. Where

art thou ? Lys. I will be with thee straight. Puck, .

. Follow me then To plainer ground.

[Exit Lys. as following the voice.

Enter Demetrius. Dem. . , Lysander ! speak again. Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fed? Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy

i head ? .
Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Telling the bushes that thou look’st for wars,
And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou

child :
I'll whip thee with a rod: He is defild
That draws a sword on thee.

Yea; art thou there? Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood here.

[Exeunt. Re-enter Lysander. Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on ; When I come where he calls, then he is gone. The villain is much lighter heel'd than 1: I follow'd fast, but faster he did Ay; That fallen am I in dark uneven way, And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day!

[Lies down. For if but once thou show me thy grey light, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite.

[Sleeps. Re-enter Puck and Demetrius. Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho! Coward, why com’st thou


Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well I wot, Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place; And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. Where art thou ?

Puck. Come hither; I am here.
Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou shalt

buy this dear,
If ever I thy face by day-light see:
Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this cold bed.
By day's approach look to be visited. .

[Lies down and sleeps,

Enter Helena.
Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night,

Abate thy hours: shine, comforts, from the east; That I may back to Athens, by day-light,

From these that my poor company detest: - And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company. [Sleeps,

Puck. Yet but three? Come one more;
Two of both kinds makes up four,
Here she comes, curst and sad :-
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.

Enter Hermia.
Her. Never so weary, never so in woe,

Bedabbled with dew, and tore with briars;
I can no further crawl, no further go;

My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Here will I rest me, till the break of day. Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray|

[Lies down Puck, On the ground

Sleep sound:
I'll apply

To your eye,
· · Gentle lover, remedy,

[Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye,


When thou wak'st,
Thou tak'st
True delight

In the sight.
Of thy former lady's eye;
And the country proverb known, ...:
That every man should take his own,
In your waking shall be shown: :

Jack shall have Jill :

Nought shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.

[Exit Puck.—Dem. Hel. &c. sleep.


SCENE I. The same.
Enter Titania and Bottom, Fairies attending;

Oberon behind unseen, .
Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed,

While I thy amiable cheeks do coy*,
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head,

And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
Bot. Where's Peas-blossom?
Peas. Ready..

Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.-Where's monsieur Cobweb?

Cob. Ready.'

Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur ; and good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loath to have you over-flown with a honey-bag, signior.- Where's monsieur Mustard-seed? Must. Ready. Bot. Give me your neift, monsieur Mustard-seed.

* Stroke, of Fist,




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