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you, sir ?

To have my love to bed, and to arise;

I led them on in this distracted lear,
And pluck the wings from painted buiterlies, And left sweet Pyramus translated there:
To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes:

When in that moment (so it came to pass)
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. Titania wak’d, and straightway lov'd an ass.
I fai, Hail, mortal!

Obe. This falls out better than I could devise. 2 Fai. Hail!

But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes 3 Fai. Hail!

With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do? 4 Fai. Hail !

Puck. I took him sleeping,—that is finish'd too, Bol., I cry your worship's mercy, heartily.-1 And the Athenian woman by his side ; beseech, your worship's name.

That, when he wak’d, of force she must be ey'd. Cob, Cobweb. Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance,

Enter Demetrius and Hermia. good master Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman? Obe. Stand close ; this is the same Athenian. Peas, Peas-blossom.

Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash, Dem. O why rebuke you him that loves you so ? your mother, and to master Peascod, your father. Lay breath so bitter on your bitter soe. Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire of you Her. Now I but chide, but should use thee more acquaintance too.—Your name, I beseech

worse ;

For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. Mus. Mustard-seed.

Ir thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, patience well: that same cowardly, giant-like ox- And kill me too. beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your The sun was not so true unto the day, house : I promise you, your kindred hath made my As he to me: Would he have stol'n away eyes water ere now. I desire you more acquaint- From sleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon, ance, good master Mustard-seed.

This whole earth may be bord; and that the moon Tita. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my May through the centre creep, and so displease bower.

Her brother's noon-lide with the Antipodes. The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him; And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,

So should a murderer look; so dead, so grim. Lamenting some enforced chastity.

Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently.

should I, [Exeunt. Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty:

Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, SCENE II.-Another part of the wood. Enter As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. Oberon.

Her. What's this to my Lysander ? where is he? Obe. I wonder if Titania be awakd ;

Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me ? Then, what it was that next came in her eye,

Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds. Which she must dote on in extremity.

Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'st me past

the bounds Enter Puck.

Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then ? Here comes my messenger. How now, mad spirit? Henceforth be never number'd among men! What night-rule' now about this haunted grove? 0! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake;

Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love. Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, Near to her close and consecrated bower, And hast thou kill'd him sleeping ? O brave touch;' While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, Could not a worm, an adder, do so much? A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,

An adder did it: for with a doubler tongue That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. Were met together to rehearse a play,

Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'do Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.

mood : The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Who Pyramus presented, in their sport

Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake:

Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. When I did him at this advantage take,

Dem. And if I could, what should I get thereAn ass's now!" I fixed on his head;

fore? Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,

Her. A privilege, never to see me more.And forth my mimic comes: when they him spy, And from thy hated presence part I so: As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, See me no more, whether he be dead or no. (Erit. Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,

Dem. There is no following her in this fierce Rising and cawing at the gun's report

vein : Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky; Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. So, at his sight, away his fellows fly:

So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls ; For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. Which now, in some slight measure it will pay, Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus If for his tender here I make some stay, strong,

(Lies down. Made senseless things begin to do them wrong:

Obe. What hast thou done? thou hast inistaken For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;

quite, Some, sleeves; some, hats : from yielders all things And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight : catch.

of thy misprision must perforce ensue

Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. (1) kevelry. (2) Simple fellows. (3) Stupid company. (4) Head. (5) Actor. (6) Infected. (7) Exploit. (8) Mistaken.

Puck. Then sate o'er-rules; that one man hold-When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. ing troth,

You both are rivals, and love Hermiu; A million fail, confounding oath on oath. And now both rivals, to mock Helena :

Obe. About the wood go swister than the wind, A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,
And Helena of Athens look thou find :

To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes,
All fancy-sick' she is, and pale of cheer? With your derision! none, of noble sort,
With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear: Would so offend a virgin; and extort
By sone illusion see thou bring her here;

A
poor

soul's patience, all to make you sport. P'll charm his eyes, against she do appear.

Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go;

For you love Hermia; this, you know, I know: Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. (Exil. And here, with all good will, with all my heart, Obe. Flower of this purple dye,

In Hermia's love I yield you up my part; Hit with Cupid's archery,

And yours of Helena to me bequeath, Sink in apple of his eye!

Whom I do love, and will do to my death. When his love he doth espy,

Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Let her shine as gloriously

Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia ; I will none: As the Venus of the sky.

If e'er I lovd her, 'all that love is gone. When thou wak'st, if she be by,

My heart with her, but as guestwise, sojourn'd; Beg of her for remedy.

And now to Helena is it frome return'd,

There to remain.
Re-enter Puck

Lys.

Helen, it is not so.
Puck. Captain of our fais y band,

Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know Helena is here at hand;

Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear. And the youth, mistook by ne,

Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. Pleading for a lover's fee;

Enter Hermia.
Shall we their fond pagean see?
Lord, what fools these mor als be!

Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function
Obe. Stand aside : the no se they make,

takes, Will cause Demetrius to a wake.

The ear more quick of apprehension makes ;
Puck. Then will two at once, woo one ;

Whercin it doth impair the seeing sense,
That must needs be sport alone;

It pays the hearing double recompense :And those things do best please me,

Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; That befal preposterously.

Mine car, I thank it, brought me to thy sound. Enter Lysander and Helena.

But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?

Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo to go? in scorn ?

Her. What love could press Lysander from my Scorn and derision never come in tears:

side ? Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him In their nativity all truth appears.

bide, How can Inese things in me seem scorn to you, Fair Helena; who more engilds the night Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? Than all yon fiery oess and eyes of light. Hel. You do advance your cunning more and Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee

know, When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so? These vows are Hermia's; Will you give her o'er ? Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be.

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh: Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy! Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three, Will even weigh; and both as light as tales. To fashion this false sport in spite of ine.

Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid ! Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her Have you conspir'd, have you with these contriv'd o'er.

To bait me with this soul derision ? Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, Dem. (.Awaking.) o Helen, goddess, nymph, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, perfect, divine !

When we have chid the hasty-footed time To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ? For parting us,-0, and is all forgot? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show

All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! We, Hermia, like two artificial' gods, That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, Have with our neelds' created both one flower, Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, When thou hold'st up thy hand : O let me kiss Both warbling of one song, both in one key; This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss ! As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,

Hel. O spite! 'O hell! I see you all are bent Had been incorporate. So we grew together, To set against me for your merriment.

Like to a double cherry, seeming parted; If you were civil, and knew courtesy,

But yet a union in partition, You would not do me thus much injury.

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem:
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,

So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
But you must join, in souls,' to mock me too? Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
If you were men, as men you are in show, Due but to one, and crown'd with one crest.
You would not use a gentle lady s0;

And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, To join with men in scorning your poor friend ?

It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly. (1) Love-gick. (2) Countenance. (13) Heartily. (4) Degrec. (5) Pay dearly for it. (6) Circles. (7) Ingerious. (8) Necdlcs,

more.

Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it : Why, then you left me,-0, the gods forbid !Though I alone do feel the injury:

In earnesl, shall I say? Her. I am amaz'd at your passionate words: Lys.

Av, by my life;
I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me. And never did desire to see thee more.

Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt,
To follow me, and praise my eyes and face? Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest,
And made your other love, Dernetrius,

That I do hate thee, and love Heiena.
(Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,) Her. O me! you juggler! yo'i canker-blossom!"
To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, You thief of love! what, have you come by night
Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he this And stol'n my love's heart from him!
To her he hates ? and wherefore doth Lysander Hel.

Fine, i'faith! Deny your love, so rich within his soul,

Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, And tender me, forsooth, affection;

No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear But by your setting on, by your consent ? Impatient answe s from my gentle tongue ? What though I be not so in grace as you, Fie, tie! you counterteit, you puppet you! So hung upon with love, so fortunate;

Her. Puppet! why so l' Ay, that way goes the But miserable most, to love unlov'd ?

game. This you should pity, rather than despise. Now I perceive that she hath made compare

Her. I understand not what you mean by this. Between our statures, she hath urg'd her height; He!. Ay, do perséver, counterfeit sad looks, And with her personage, her tall personage, Make mows' upon me when I turn my back; Her height, forsot , she hath prevail'd with him.Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up; And are you grown so high in his esteem, This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. Because I am so c-artish, and so low? If you have any pity, grace, or manners,

How low am I, tb u painted maypole ? speak;
You would not make me such an argument. How low am I? I m not yet so low,
But, fare ye well: 'tis partly mine own fault; But that my nails an reach unto thine eyes.
Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy. Hel. I pray you, nough you mock me, gentlemen,

Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse; Let her not hurt n :: I was never curst;'
My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena! I have no gift at a in shrewishness;
Hel. O excellent!

I am a right maid ir my cowardice;
Her.

Sweet, do not scorn her so. Let her not strike ine: You, perhaps, may think, Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel. Because she's something lower than myself, Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she en- That I can match her. treat ;

Her.

Lower! hark, again. Thy threats have no more strength, than her weak Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. prayers.

I evermore did love you, Hermia, Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do ;

Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you;
I swear by that which I will lose for thee, Save, that in love unto Demetrius,
To prove him false, that says I love thee 'not. I told him of your stealth unto this wood:

Dem. I say, I love thee more than he can do. He follow'd you ; for love, I follow'd him.
Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. But he hath chid me hence; and threaten'd me
Dem. Quick, come, -

To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too :
Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this? And now, so you will let me quiet go,
Lys. Away, you Ethiop!

To Athens will bear my folly back,
Dem.

No, no, sir :-he will And follow you no further: Let me go: Seem to break loose; take on, as you would follow; You see how simple and how fondi I am. But yet come not: You are a tame man, go! Her. Why, get you gone: Who is't that hinders Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr: vile thing, let loose;

Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent. Her. What, with Lysander ? Her. Why are you grown so rudc? what change Hel.

With Demetrius. is this,

Lys. Be not afraid : she shall not harm thee, Sweet love?

Helena. Lys. Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, out! Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you take Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence! Her. Do you not jest ?

Hel. 0, when she's angry, she is keen and Hel. Yes, 'sooth; and so do you.

shrewd: Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. She was a vixen, when she went to school;

Dem. I would, I had your bond; for, I perceive, And, though she be but little, she is fierce. A weak bond holds you; I'll not trust your word. Her. Little again? Jothing but low and little ? Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill Why will you suffer her to flout me thus? her dead?

Let me come to her. Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.

Lys.

Get you gone, you dwarf ; Her. What, can you do me greater harm, than You minimus, of hind'ring knot-grass} made; hate ?

You bead, you acorn.
Hate me! wherefore ? () me! what news, my love? Dem.

You are too officious,
Am not I Hermia ? Are not you Lysander ? In her behalf that scorns your services.
I am as fair now, as I was erewhile.

Let her alone; speak not of Helena;
Since night, you lov'd me; yet, since night you Take not her part: for if thou dost intendo
lent me:

Never so little show of love to her, (1) Wry faces.

(5) Anciently knot-grass was believed to pre(2) A worm that preys on buds of flowers. vent the growth of children. 131 Shrewish or mischievous. (4) Foolish. (6) Pretend.

you?

her part.

1

Thou shalt aby it.

Here comes one.
Lys.
Now she holds me not;

Enter Lysander.
Now follow, if thou dar’st, to try whose right,
Or thine or mine, is most in Helena.

Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak Dem. Follow ? nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by

thou now. jole.

(Èxeunt Lys. and Dem. Puck. Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where Her. You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you: art thou ? Nay, go not back.

Lys. I will be with thee straight,
Hel.
I will not trust you, I ;

Puck.

Follow me then Nor longer stay in your curst company.

To plainer ground. Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray;

(Exit Lys. as following the voice, My legs are longer though, to run away. TÉrit.

Enter Demetrius. Her. I am amaz’d, and know not what to say, (Exit, pursuing Helena. Dem.

Lysander! speak again. Obe. This is thy negligence : still thou mistak'st, Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ? Or else commit'st thy knaveries wilfully, Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook.

head? Did not you tell me,'I should know the man Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the By the Athenian garments he had on?

stars, And so far blameless proves my enterprise,

Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes :

And wilt not come ? Come, recreant; come, thou And so far am I glad it so did sort,

child; As this their jangling I esteem a sport.

I'll whip thee with a rod: He is defil'd
Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to fight: That draws a sword on thee.
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;

Dem.

Yea; art thou there? The starry welkin cover thou anon

Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood With drooping fog, as black as Acheron: ,

here.

(Exeunt. And lead these testy rivals so astray,

Re-enter Lysander. As one come not within another's way.

Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on; Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, When I come where he calls, then he is gone. Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong ; And sometime rail thou like Demetrius;

The villain is much lighter heeld than 1:

I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly;
And from each other look thou lead them thus,

That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep:

And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day! Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye ;

(Lies doren.

For if but once thou show me thy gray light, Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, To take from thence all error, with his might,

I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. (Sleeps. And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight.

Re-enter Puck and Demetrius. When they nexi wake, all this derision

Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho! Coward, why com'st Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision;

thou not? And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, With league, whose date till death shall never end. Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place;

Dem. Abide me, if thou dar’st; for well I wot, Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,

And dar’st not stand, nor look me in the face. I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy;

Where art thou ? And then I will her charmed eye release

Puck.

Come hither; I am here. From monster's view, and all things shall be peace.

Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou shalt Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with

buy this dear, haste; For night's swist dragons cut the clouds full fast, Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me

If ever I thy face by day-light see: And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;

To measure out my length on this cold bed. At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and By day's approach look to be visited. there,

(Lies down and sleeps. Troop home to church-yards : damned spirits all, That in cross-ways and floods have burial,

Enter Helena. Alieady to their wormy beds are gone;

Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night, For fear lest day should look their shames upon, Abate thy hours: shine, comforts, from the east; They wilfully themselves exile from light, That I may back to Athens, by day-light, And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night. From these that my poor company detest:

Obe, But we are spirits of another sort; And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, I with the Morning's Love have oft made sport; Steal me a while from mine own company. (Sleeps. And, like a forester, the groves may tread,

Puck. Yet but three ? Come one more ; Even to the eastern gate, all fiery red,

Two of both kinds makes up four.
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Here she comes, curst and sad :-
Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams. Cupid is a knavish lad,
But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay: Thus to make poor females mad.
We may effect this business yet ere day..

[Exit Oberon.

Enter Hermia.
Puck. Up and down, up and down;

Her. Never so weary, never so in wo,
I will lead them up and down:

Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers, I am fear'd in field and town;

I can no further crawl, no further go; Goblin, lead them up and down.

My legs can keep 'no pace with my desires. (1) Happen. (2) Medicinal efficacy. (3) Go. (4) Cephalus, the paramour of Aurora.

Here will I rest me, till the break of day. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.
Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! So doth the woodbine, the honeysuckle,

[Lies down. Gently entwist,—the female ivy so
Puck. On the ground

Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
Sleep sound:

0, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
I'll apply

(They sleep To your eye,

Oberon advances. Enter Puck,
Gentle lover, remedy.

(Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye. Obe. Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this
When thou wak'st,

sweet sight?
Thou tak'st

Her dotage now I do begin to pity:
True delight

For meeting her of late, behind the wood,
In the sight

Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool,
of thy former lady's eye:

I did upbraid her, and fall out with her:
And the country proverb known,

For she his hairy temples then had rounded
That every man should take his own, With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers ;
In your waking shall be shown:

And that same dew which sometime on the buds Jack shall have Jill;

Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, Nought shall go ill;

Stood now within the pretty flowrets' eyes, The man shall have his mare again, and all shall Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail. be well. (Ex. Puck.-Dem. Hel. dc. sleep. When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her,

And she, in mild terms, beggd my patience,
I then did ask of her her changeling child ;

Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent
ACT IV.

To bear him to my bower in fairy land.

And now I have the boy, I will undo SCENE I.-The same. Enter Titania and Bot- This hateful imperfection of her eyes. tom, Fairies attending ; Oberon behind unseen. And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp

From off the head of this Athenian swain; Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, That he awaking when the other do,

While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,' May all to Athens back again repair ; And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head,

And think no more of this night's accidents, And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.

But as the fierce vexation of a dream. Bot. Where's Peas-blossom?

But first I will release the fairy queen. Peas. Ready.

Be, as thou wast wont to be; Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.-Where's

(Touching her eyes with an her). monsieur Cobweb ?

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

Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, ,get|

Hath such force and blessed power. your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hip- Now, my Titania ; wake you, my sweet queen. ped humble-bee on the top of a thistle ; and, good , Tita. My Oberon! What visions have I seen! monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. 'Do not fret Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass. yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and

Obe. There lies your love. good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break

Tita. How came these things to pass ? not; I would be loath to have you overflown with o, how mine eyes do loath his visage now? a honey bag, signior.—Where's monsieur Mustard Obe. Silence, awhile-Robin, take off this headseed?

Titania, music call; and strike more dead Must. Ready.

Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. Bot. Give me your neis, monsieur Mustard-seed. Tita. Music, ho! music; such as charmeth sleep. Pray you leave your courtesy, good monsieur, Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own Nust. What's your will ?

fool's eyes peep: Bol. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cava

Obe. Sound, music. ' (Still music.] Come, my lero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's,

queen, take hands with me, monsieur ; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. about the face and I am such

a tender ass, if my And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly, hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. T'ita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly, sweet love?

And bless it to all fair posterity:
Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music: let There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
us have the tongs and the bones.

Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.
Tita. Or, say, sweet love,what thou desir’st to eat. Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark;

Bot. Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch! I do hear the morning lark.
your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad,
desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay,

Trip we after the night's shade: hath no fellow.

We the globe can compass soon, Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek

Swister than the wand'ring moon. The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.

Tita. Come, my lord: and in our flight, Bot.' I had rather have a handful, or two, of

Tell me how it came this night, dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your

That I sleeping here was found, people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come

With these mortals, on the ground. (Eremi.

[Horns sound within. upon me. Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms.

Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train. 11) Stroke. 12) Fist,

The. Go one of you, find out the forester:

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