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Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus: for Call’d Robin Good-fellow: are you not he, Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as That fright the maidens of the villagery; one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern," gentleman-like man; therefore you must needs and bootless make the breathless housewife churn, play Pyramus.

And sometime make the drink to bear no barm ;' Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm: were I best to play it in ?

Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, Quin. Why, what you will.

You do their work, and they shall have good luck Bol. I will discharge it in either your straw- Are not you he ? coloured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your Puck.

Thou speak’st aright; purple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-co- I am that merry wanderer of the night. lour beard, your perfect yellow.

I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, Quin. Some of your French crowns have no hair When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, at all, and then you will play bare-faced.—But, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: masters, here are your parts: and I am to entreat And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, you, request you, and desire you, to con them by In very likeness of a roasted crab;' to-morrow night: and meet me in the palace wood, And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, a mile without the town, by moon-light; there will And on her wither'd deu-lap pour the ale. we rehearse : for if we meet in the city, we shall The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, be dogg'd with company, and our devices known. Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me: In the mean time I will draw a bill of properties,' Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not. And tailor cries, and falls into a cough;

Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe, more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains; And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear be perfect; adieu.

A merrier hour was never wasted there. Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.

But room, Faery, here comes Obcron. Bol. Enough; Hold, or cut bow-strings.? [Exe. Fai. And here my mistress :—'Would that he

were gone! SCENE II.--Enter Oberon, at one door, with his

train, and Titania, at another, with hers. ACT II.

Obe. Il met by moon-light, proud Titania. SCENE I.-A wood near Athens. Enter a Fairylı have forsworn his bed and company.

Tita. What, jealous Oberon? Fairy, skip hence; at one door, and Puck at another.

Obe. Tarry, rash wanton; Am not I thy lord? Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you? Tita. Then I must be thy lady: But I know Fai. Over hill, over dale,

When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,
Thorough bush, thorough brier, And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
Over park, over pale,

Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love
Thorough flood, thorough fire,

To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
I do wander every where,

Come from the farthest steep of India ?
Swister than the moones sphere;

But that forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
And I serve the fairy queen,

Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love,
To dew her orbs upon the green:

To Theseus must be wedded; and you come
The cowslips tall her pensioners be; To give their bed joy and prosperity.
In their gold coats spots you see ;

Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,
Those be rubies, fairy favours,

Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
In those freckles live their savours : Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ?
I must go seek some dew-drops here,

Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

night Farewell, thou lobo of spirits, I'll be gone; From Perigenia, whom he ravished ? Our queen and all her elves come here anon. And make him with fair Æglé break his faith,

Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to-night; With Ariadne, and Antiopa?
Take heed, the queen come not within his sight. Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy:
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,

And never, since the middle summer's spring, Because that she, as her attendant, hath

Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king ; By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, She never had so sweet a changeling :

Or on the beached margent of the sca, And jealous Oberon would have the child To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild : But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport : But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy, Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, Crowns him with Bowers, and makes him all her As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea joy:

Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, And now they never meet in grove, or green, Have every peltinglo river made so proud, By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen, That they have overborne their continents: But they do square ;c that all their elves, for fear, The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there. The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corr Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making Hath rotled, ere his youth aitain'd a beard: quite,

The fold stands empty in the drowned field, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, And crows are faited with the murrain dock; (1) Articles required in performing a play. (6) Quarrel. (7) Mill.

(8) Yeast (2) At all events.

(3) Circles. (9) Wild apple. (10) Petty. 14) A term of contempt. (5) Shining. (11) Banks which contain them.

The nine men's morris' is fill'd up with mud; In maiden meditation, fancy-free."
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green Yet mark'd I where the boli of Cupid fell:
For lack of tread, are undistinguishable : It fell upon a little western flower,-
The human mortals want their winter here; Before, milk-white; now purple with love's
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:-

wound, -
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, And maidens call it, love-in-idleness.
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,

Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once; That rheumatic diseases do abound:

The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid, And thorough this distemperature, we see Will make or man or woman madly dote The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts

Upon the next live creature that it sees. Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; Fetch me this herb: and be thou here again, And on old Hyems' chin, an icy crown,

Ere the leviathan can swim a league. in odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds

Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer, In forty minutes.

(Exil Puck. The childinga autumn, angry winter, change Obe.

Having once this juice, Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world,

I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, By their increase, now knows not which is which : And drop the liquor of it in her eyes : And this same progeny of evils comes

The next thing ihen she waking looks upon From our debate, from our dissension ;

(Be it on lion, bear, or woll, or bull, We are their parents and original.

On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,) Obe. Do you amend it then; it lies in you: She shall pursue it with the soul of love. Why should Titania cross her Oberon?

And ere I take this charm off from her sight I do but beg a little changeling boy,

(As I can take it, with another herb,) To be my henchman.*

I'll make her render up her page to me. Tita.

Set your heart at rest, But who comes here? I am invisible; The fairy land buys not the child of me. And I will over-hear their conference. His mother was a votress of my order:

Enter Demetrius, Helena following him. And, in the spiced Indian air, by night, Full often hath she gossip'd by my side;

Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia ? Marking the embarked iraders on the flood; The one I'll slay, the other slaveth me. When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, Thou told'st me, they were stol'n into this wood. And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind : And here am I, and woods within this wood, Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait Because I cannot mect with Hermia. (Following her womb, then rich with my young Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. 'squire,)

Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; Would imitate; and sail upon the land,

But yet you draw not iron, for my heart To fetch me trifles, and return again,

Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw, As from a voyage, rich with merchandise. And I shall have no power to follow you. But she, being mortal, of that boy did dic;

Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair ? And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy: Or rather, do I not in plainest truth And, for her sake, I will not part with him. Tell you—I do not, nor I cannot love you ?

Obe. How long within this wood intend you stay? Hel. And even for that do I love you the more.

Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day. I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, If you will patiently dance in our round,

The more you beat me, I will fawn on you :
And see our moon-light revels, go with us; Use mc but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.

Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
· Tita. Not for thy kingdom.-Fairies, away: What worser place can I beg in your love
We shall chide downright, if I longer stay. (And yet a place of high respect with me,)

[Exeunt Titania and her train. Than to be used as you use your dog? Obe. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; grove,

For I am sick, when I do look on thee. Till I torment thee for this injury.

Hel. And I am sick when I look not on you.
My gentle Puck, come hither: Thou remember'st Dem. You do impeach' your modesty too much,
Since once I sat upon a promontory,

To leave the city, and commit yourselt
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Into the hands of one that loves you not;
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, To trust the opportunity of night,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song; And the ill counsel of a desert place,
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, With the rich worth of your virginity.
To hear the sea-maid's music.

TIel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.
Puck.

I remember. It is not night, when I do see your face, Obe. That very time I saw (but thou could'st not,) Therefore I think I am not in ihe night? Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company; Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took

For you, in my respect, are all the world : At a fair vestal, throned by the west;

Then how can it be said, I am alone, And loos’d his love-shast smartly from his bow, When all the world is here to look on me? As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes, But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft

And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat’ry moon;

Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you. And the imperial vot'ress passed on,

Run when you will, the story shall be changd; (1) A game played by boys.

(3) Produce. (4) Page. (5) Esempt from love. 12) Autumn producing flowers unseasonably. 16) Mad, raving. (7) Bring in question.

this grove,

wood;

Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;

II.
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind 2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here;
Makes speed to catch the tiger: bootless speed !

Hence, you long-leggd spinners, hence • When cowardice pursues, and valour flies.

Beetles black, approach not near ; Dem. I will not stay thy questions; let me go :

W'orm, nor snail, do no offence.
Or, if thou follow me, do not believe

Chorus. Philomel, with melody, &c.
But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.
Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field,

1 Fai. Hence, away; now all is well: You do me mischief. “Fíe, Demetrius!

One, aloof, stand sentinel. Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex:

(Exeunt Fairies. Titania sleeps We cannot fight for love, as men may do;

Enter Oberon. We should be wood, and were not made to woo.

Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

(Squeezes the flower on Titania's eye-lids [Exeunt Dem. and Hel. Po it for thy true love take: Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave Be it ounce," or cat, or bear,

Love, and languish for his sake : Thou shalt flý him, and he shall seek thy love.

Pard, or boar with bristled hair,

In thy eye that shall appear
Re-enter Puck.

When thou wak’st, it is thy dear;

Wake, when some vile thing is near. (Erit. Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer. Puck. Ay, there it is.

Enter Lysander and Hermia. Obe.

I pray thee, give it me, Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; And to speak truth, I have forgot our way; Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine, We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine : And tarry for the comfort of the day. There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, Her. Be it so, Lysander : find you out a bed, Lulld in these flowers with dances and delight;

For I upon this bank will rest my head. And there the snake throws her enamell’d skin

Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:

One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes, Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, And make ber full of hateful fantasies.

Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence, A sweet Athenian lady is in love

Love takes the meaning, in love's conference. With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes; I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit, do it, when the next thing he espies

So that but one heart we can make of it: be the lady: thou shalt know the man Two bosoms interchained with an oath; the Athenian garments he hath on.

So then, two bosoms, and a single troth. Effect it with some care; that he may prove Then, by your side no bed-room me deny; More fond on her, than she upon her love : For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,

(Exeunt. If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied. SCENE III. - Another part of the wood. Enter But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy

Lie further off; in human modesty
Titania, with her train.

Such separation, as, may well be said,
Tile. Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song ;

Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid : Then, for the third part of a minute, hence;

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend : Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds ; Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end ! Some, war with rear-mices for their leathern wings, Lys. Amen, amen, lo that fair prayer, say I ; To make my small elves coats: and some, keep And then end life, when I end loyalty! back

Here is my bed : slecp give thee all his rest! The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and won

Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be ders

press'd!

(They sleep. At our quaint spirits : sing me now asleep;

Enter Puck. Then to your offices, and let me rest.

Puck. Through the forest have I gone,

But Athenian found I none,
SONG.

On whose eyes I might approve 1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue,

This flower's force in stirring love.
Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen ;

Night and silence! who is here?
Neuts,' and blind-worms, do no wrong;

Weeds of Athens he doth wear :
Come not near our fairy queen :

This is he, my master said,

Despised the Athenian maid;
Chorus. Philomel, with melody,

And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
Sing in our sweet lullaby;.

On the dank and dirty ground.
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby : Pretty soul! she durst nct lie
Never harm, nor spell, nor charm,

Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy.
Come our lovely lady nigh;

Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
So, good night, with lullaby.

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When thou wak'st, let love forbid Her. (Starting.) Help me, Lysander, help me.
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.

do thy best,
So awake, when I am gone;

To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! For I must now to Oberon. (Exit. Ah me, for pity .—what a dream was here!

Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear: Enter Demetrius and Helena, running. Methought a serpent eat my heart away, Hd. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt Lysander ! what, remov'd ? Lysander! lord ! me thus.

What, out of hearing ? gone ? no sound, no word? Hel. O, wilt thou darkling) leave me? do not so. Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear ; Dem. Śtay, on thy peril; I alone will go. Speak, of all loves ;' I swoon almost with fear.

(Exit Demetrius. No?--then I well perceive you are not nigh: Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase ! Either death, or you, I'll find immediately. (Ezil. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies; For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. How came her eyes so bright ? Not with salt tears :

ACT III. If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.

SCENE 1.--The same. No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;

The queen of faries For beasts that meet me, run away for fear:

lying asleep. Enter Quince, 'Snug, "Bottom, Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius

Flute, Snout, and Starveling. Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.

Bot. Are we all met ? What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous co:Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne? venient place for our rehearsal: this green plot shall But who is here ?-Lysander! on the ground ! be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring-house; Dead ? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound : and we will do it in action, as we will do it before Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.

the duke. Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet Bot. Peter Quince,sake.

(Waking. Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom ? Transparent Helena ! Nature here shows art, Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramis That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pýramus Where is Demetrius ? 0, how fit a word must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies Is that vile name, to perish on my sword ! cannot abide. How answer you that?

Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so : Snout. By'rlakin,' a parlous fear. What though he love your Hermia > Lord, what Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, though?

when all is done. Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all Lys. Content with Hermia? No: I do repent well

. Write me a prologue: and let the prologue The tedious minutes I with her have spent. seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords ; Not Hermia, but Helena I love :

and that Pyramus is not killed indeed: and, for the Who will not change a raven for a dove ? more better assurance, tell them, that I, Pyramus, The will of man is by his reason sway'd; am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will And reason says you are the worthier maid. put them out of fear. Things growing are not ripe until their season : Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason; it shall be written in eight and six. And touching now the point of human skill, Bol. No, make it two more; let it be written in Reason becomes the marshal to my will, eight and eight. And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion? Love's stories written in love's richest book. Star. I fear it, I promise you.

Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with yourWhen, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn? selves : to bring in, God shield us! a lion among Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for there is not a That I did never, no, nor never can,

more fearsuls wild-fowl than your lion, living; and Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, we ought to look to it. But you must flout my insufficiency?

Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell he Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, is not a lion. In such disdainful manner me to woo.

Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his But fare you well: perforce I must confess, face must be seen through the lion's neck; and he I thought you lord of more true gentleness. himself must speak through, saying thus, or to the O, that a lady, of one man refus'd,

same defect,-Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! (Exit. you, or, I would request you, or, I would entreat Lys. She sees not Hermia :-Hermia, sleep thou you, not to fear, not to tremble: my life for yours, there;

If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of And never may'st thou come Lysander near! my life: no, I am no such thing; I am a man as For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things

other men are:-and there, indeed, let him name his The deepest loathing to the stomach brings ; name; and tell them plainly, he is Snug the joiner. Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,

Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two Are hated most of those they did deceive; hard things ; that is, to bring the moon-light into a So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,

chamber: for you know, Pyramus and Thisby Of all be hated; but the most of me!

meet by moon-light. And all my powers, address your love and might, Snug. Doth the moon shine, that night we play To honour Helen, and to be her knight! (Exit. our play?

(1) In the dark. (2) By all that is dear. (3) By our ladykin. (4) Dangerous. (5) Terrible.

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Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the alma-l Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery nac; find out moon-shine, find out moon-shine. of them, to make me afeard." Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.

Re-enter Snout. Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of the great chamber window, where we play, open ; Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I and the moon may shine in at the casement. see on thee?

Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's head of thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he comes to dis- of your own; Do you ? figure, or to present, the person of moon-shine.

Re-enter Quince. Then there is another thing: we must have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby,

Quin. Bless thee, Bottom ! bless thee! thou art says the story, did talk through the chinks of a wall. translated.

(Eril. Snug: You never can bring in a wall.–What Bot. I see their knavery : this is to make an ass say you, Bottom ?

of me ; to fright me, if they could. But I will not Bot. Some man or other must present wall: and stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk let him have some plaster, or some loam, or some up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall rough-cast about him, to signify wall; or let him hear I am not afraid.

[Sings. hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus and This by whisper.

The ousel-cock, so black of hue,

With orange-tawny bill, Quin. If that may be, then all is well: Come,

The throstle with his note so true, sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your

The wren with little quill ; parts. Pyramus, you begin: when you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake,' and so every

Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? one according to his cue.

(Waking. Enter Puck behind.

Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,

The plain-song cuckoos gray, Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swag Whose note full many a man doth mark, gering here,

And dares not answer, nay ;-
So near the cradle of the fairy queen?
What, a play toward? I'll be an auditor ;

for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.

bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he Quin. Speak, Pyramus :- Thisby, stand forth. cry, cuckoo, never so ? Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours

Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again : sweet,

Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note, Quin. Odours, odours.

So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; Pyr, -Odours savours sweet :

And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me, So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.

On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. But, hark, a voice ! 'stay thou but here a while,

Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little And by and by I will to thee appear.

(Exit. reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here! and love keep little company together now-a-days:

(Aside.--Exit. the more the pity, that some honest neighbours will This. Must I speak now?

not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek,“ upon Quin. Ay, marry, must you: for you must un- occasion. derstand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. and is to come again.

Bot. Not so, neither : but if I had wit enough to This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine hue,

own turn. Of colour like the red-rose on triumphant brier,

Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go; Most briskly juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew,

Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. As true as truest horse, that yet would never lire, I am a spirit, of no common rate; P'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.

The summer still doth tend upon my state, Quin. Ninus tomb, man: why you must not And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; speak that yet ; that you

answer to Pyramus; you And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep: speak all your part at once, cues and all.–Pyramus enter; your cue is past ; it is, never tire.

And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep:

And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass's head. That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. This. 0,-As true as truest horse, that yet would Peas-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-seed ! never tire.

Enter four Fairies. Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine :

Quin. O monstrous ! O strange! we are haunted. 1 Fai. Ready. Pray, masters ! fly, masters ! help! [Exe. Clowns. 2 Fai.

And I. Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round, 3 Fai.

And I. Through bog, through bush, through brake, through 4 Fai.

Where shall we go? brier;

Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;

A hog, a beardless bear, sometime a fire; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. The honey bags steal from the humble-bees,

[Exit. And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs,

And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, (1) Thicket. (2) Young man. 3) The last words of the preceding speech, (4) Afraid. (5) The cuckoo, with his uniform note. which serve as a hint to him who is to speak next.R6) Joke. 17) Gooseberries.

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