Jack shall have Jill; Nought shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well. [Ex. Puck.-Dem. Hel. &c. sleep. ACT IV. SCENE I.-The same. Enter Titania and Bot- And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, 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 overflown with a honey-bag, signior.-Where's monsieur Mustardseed? Must. Ready. Bot. Give me your neif,2 monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur. Must. What's your will? 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 music, my sweet love? Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music: let us have the tongs and the bones. Tita. 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, 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, Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent [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. Tita. My Oberon! What visions have I seen! Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass. Obe. There lies your love. Tita. How came these things to pass? O, how mine eyes do loath his visage now! Obe. Silence, a while.-Robin, take off this head.Titania, music call; and strike more dead Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. Tita. Music, ho! music; such as charmeth sleep. Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own fool's eyes peep. Obe. Sound, music. [Still music.] queen, take hands with me, Come, my And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. Now thou and I are new in amity; 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, Trip we after the night's shade: We the globe can compass soon, Tita. Come, my lord: and in our flight, With these mortals, on the ground. [Exeunt. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train. The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;For now our observation is perform'd : And since we have the vayward1 of the day, My love shall hear the music of my hounds.Uncouple in the western valley; go: Despatch, I say, and find the forester.We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, And mark the musical confusion 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;2 for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry: never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd,3 so sanded; and their heads are hung Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, Judge, when you hear.-But, soft; what nymphs are these? (1) Forepart. (2) Sound. (3) The flews are the large chaps of a hound. |