u Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash your mother, and to mafter Peafcod, your father. Good master Pease-bloffom, I fhall defire you of more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech Muf. Muftard-feed. you, fir. Bot. Good master Mustard-feed, I know your " patience well that fame cowardly, giant-like, ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your houfe: I promise you your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I defire you, more acquaintance, good master Mustard-feed. Queen. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower. The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye; And when the weeps, weeps every little flower, Lamenting fome enforced chastity. Tie up my love's tongue, bring him filently. [Exeunt. Ob. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd; Then, what it was that next came in her eye, Which fhe muft doat on in extremity. Enter Puck. Here comes my messenger.-How now, mad fpirit? Near to her clofe and confecrated bower, W patience]-put ironically for impatience as hot as mustard, prov. puiffance-as ftrong as muftard-I know you paffing well. What night-rule]—What prank is now on foot. Y A crew of patches,]-A company of low buffoons. "Thou fcurvy patch.' TEMPEST, A& III, S. 2. Cal. That That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, And forth my mimick comes: When they him fpy, b Or ruffet-pated choughs, many in fort, Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky; And, at our ftamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. Their fenfe, thus weak, loft with their fears, thus strong, Made fenfeless things begin to do them wrong: For briers and thorns at their apparel fnatch; Some, fleeves; fome, hats: from yielders all things catch. And left sweet Pyramus tranflated there : Puck. I took him fleeping,-that is finish'd too,-~ That, when he wak'd, of force she must be ey❜d. now!]-noddle. * mimick]-actor-minnock, minnick; mammock-clumsy booby. b fort,]-flight, flock. latch'd]-ftroked over. Enter D 4 Enter Demetrius and Hermia. Ob. Stand clofe; this is the fame Athenian. Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse; Being 'o'er fhoes in blood, plunge in the deep, The fun was not fo true unto the day, As he to me; Would he have ftol'n away Dem. So fhould the murder'd look; and fo fhould I, Her. What's this to my Lyfander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? Dem. I had rather give his carcafs to my hounds. Of maiden's patience. Haft thou flain him then? O! once tell true, tell true, even for my fake; do'er fhoes]-fo far immerfed, e dead,]-pale. And And haft thou kill'd him fleeping? O brave 'touch! Dem. You spend your paffion on a mispris'd mood: I am not guilty of Lyfander's blood; Nor is he dead, for ought that I can tell. Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. Dem. An if I could, what fhould I get therefore? And from thy hated presence part " I fo; See me no more, whether he be dead, or no. [Exit. Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein : [Lies down. Ob. What haft thou done? thou haft mistaken quite, And laid the love-juice on fome true-love's fight: Of thymifprifion must perforce enfue Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holding troth, A million fail, confounding oath on oath. Ob. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens look thou find : 1 All fancy-fick she is, and pale of cheer With fighs of love, that coft the fresh blood dear: I'll charm his eyes, against she do appear. touch!-ftroke, feat, exploit. on a mifpris'd mood:]-erroneously, you miftake its object. Ifo:]-fer ever, as I would wish you to do. h tender]-approach. of cheer]-in countenance. k Puck. Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go; Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. Re-enter Puck. Puck. Captain of our fairy band, And the youth, mistook by me, Shall we their " fond pageant fee? Lord, what fools these mortals be! Ob. Stand afide: the noise they make, Will cause Demetrius to awake. Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one; [Exit. Lys. Why should you think, that I fhould woo in fcorn? Scorn and derifion never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows fo born, "It fell upon a little western flower Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound." A& II, S. 2. Ob. In |