Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur. Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face: and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. Tita. What, wilt thou hear some musick, my sweet love? Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in musick: let us have the tongs and the bones. Tit. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat. Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow. Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. . Bot. I had rather have a handful, or two, of dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away. So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle, Gently entwist,-the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee! [They sleep. Oberon advances. Enter Puck. Obe. Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this sweet, sight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity. For meeting her of late, behind the wood, Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, [Touching her eyes with an herb. See, as thou wast wont to see : Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower Hath such force and blessed power. Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. Obe. There lies your love. Tita. How came these things to pass ? O, how mine eyes do loath his visage now! Obe. Silence, awhile.-Robin, take off this head.Titania, musick call; and strike more dead Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. Tita. Musick, ho! musick; such as charmeth sleep. Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own fool's eyes peep. Obe. Sound, musick. [Still musick.] Come, my queen, take hands with me, And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. And will, to morrow-midnight, solemnly, Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly, There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark; Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, Tita. Come, my lord: and in our flight, [Exeunt. [Horns sound within. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train. Of hounds and echo in conjunction. Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear with hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding+; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd t, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Judge, when you hear.-But, soft; what nymphs are these? Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep : And this, Lysander: this Demetrius is; This Helena, old Nedar's Helena : I wonder of their being here together. The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe · That Hermia should give answer of her choice? The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. Horns, and shout within. Demetrius, Lysander, Hermia, and Helena, wake and start up. The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past; Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? The. [He and the rest kneel to Theseus. I pray you all, stand up. I know you are two rival enemies : How comes this gentle concord in the world, To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity? Half 'sleep, half waking: But as yet, I swear, I came with Hermia hither; our intent Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough; I beg the law, the law, upon his head. They would have stol'n away, they would, Demetrius, You, of your wife; and me of my consent; But, my good lord, I wot not by what power The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met : For in the temple, by and by with us, And, for the morning now is something worn, [Exeunt The. Hip. Ege. and train. Dem. These things seem small, and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted eye, When every thing seems double. Hel. * Love. So methinks : † Toy. |