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Her. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed, No, no, I am as ugly as a bear, Fur I upon this bank will rest my head.
For beasts, that meet me, run away for fear : L'is. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both ;) Therefore, no marvel, though Deinetrius One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
Hir. Nay, good Lysander;for mysake,my dear, 5 What wicked and disseinbling glass of mine Lye further off, yet, do not lye so near.
Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyneima *Ly. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence; But who is here? Lysander? on the ground? Love takes the meaning in love's conference. Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound:I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit; Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake. So that but one heart we can make of it: 10 Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet Two bosoms interchained with an oath;
["\aking So then two bosoms, and a single troth.
Transparent Helena! Nature shews art, Then, by your side no bed-room me deny; That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
Where is Demetrius? Oh, how fit a word Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :- 15 Is that vile name, to perish on my sword ! Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so: If Hermia meant to say, Lysander ly’d. What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy.
though? Lye turther ott; in human modesty,
Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. Such separation, as, may well be said,
20 Lys. Content with Hermia? No: I do repent Becomes a virtuous batchelor, and a maid: The tedious minutes I with her have spent. So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: Not Hermia, but Helena I love: Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end! Who will not change a raven for a dove?
Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair pray'r, say I; |The will of man is by his reason sway'd; And then end life, when I end loyalty! 25 And reason says you are the worthier maid. Here is my bed: Sleep give thee all his rest! Things growing are not ripe until their season : Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason ; press'd!
[They sleep. And touching now the point of human skill, Enter Puck.
Reason becomes the marshal to my will, Puck. Through the forest have I gone, 30 And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook But Athenian found I none,
Love's stories, written in Love's richest book. On whose eyes I might approve
Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery This flower's force in stirring love.
born? Night and silence! who is here?
When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn? Weeds of Athens he doth wear :
|35|1s't not enough, is't not enough, young nian, This is he, my master said,
That I did never, 10, nor never can,
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
Good troth, you do me wrong, good soth, you do,
40 In such disdainful manner me to woo.
I thought you lord of more true gentleness *.
Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! [Erit.
45 Lys. She sees not Hermia :-Herinia, sleep So awake, when I ain gone;
thou there; For I must now to (beron. [Erit. And never may'st thou come Lysander near! 'Enter Demetrius and Helena running. For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things, Hel. Stay, though thou hillme, sweet Demetrius. The deepest loathing to the stomach brings; Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me 50 Or, as the beresies, that men do leave, thus.
Are hated most of those they did deceive;
[Erit Demetrius. And all my powers, address your love and might, Hel. O, I am out of breath, in this fond chace! 55 To honour Helen, and to be her knight! [Erit. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace'. Her. (starting from sleep.] Help me, LysanHappy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies;
der, help me! do thy best, For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. [tears: To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt Ay me, for pity!--what a dream was here? If s so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.
|60|Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear! 'Beshrew means the same as if she had said, “ Now ill brfal my manners, &c.” ’i. e. My acceptableness. i.e. What then? : Meaning, that he had more of the spirit of a gentleman.
Methought, a serpent eat my heart away, ,
Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear;
Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two The Wood.
hard things; that is, to bring the moon-light into Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and a chamber: for you know, Pyramus and Thisby Staroeling.
meet by moon-light. The Queen of Fairies lying asleep. 15 Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we play Bot. ARE we all met
our play? Ruin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous con- Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the almavenient place for our rehearsal: This green plot nack; find out moon-shine, find out moon-shine. shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring- Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night. house; and we will do it in action, as we will do 20 Bot. Why then you may leave a casement of it before the duke.
the great chamber window, where we play, open: Bot. Peter Quince,
and the moon may shine in at the casement. quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom ?
Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyra- bush of thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he comes mus and Thisby, that will never please. First, 25 to disligure, or to present, the person of moon, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which shine. Then, there is another thing: we must the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that? have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus Snout. By’r lakin?, a parlous' fear.
and Thisby, says the story, did talk through the Star. I believe we must leave the killing out, chink of a wall. when all is done.
30 Snug. You never can bring in a wall :—What Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all
say you, Bottom? well. Write me a prologue: and let the pro- Bot. Some man or other must present wall : logue seem to say, we will do no harm with our and let him have some plaster, or some lome, or swords; and that Pyramus is not kill'd indeed : some rough-cast, about him, to signify wall; or and, for the more better assurance tell them, that 35 let him hold his fingers thus, and through that | Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom the cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper. weaver: This will put them out of fear.
Quin. If that may be, then all is well
. Come, Quin. Well, we will hare such a prologue ; sit down,' every mother's son, and rehearse your and it shall be written in eight and six.
parts. Pyramus, you begin: when you have Bot. No, make it two inore; let it be written 40 spoken your speech, enter into that brake* ; and in eight and eight.
so every one according to his cue. Snout, Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion?
Enter Puck behind. Stur. I fear it, I promise you.
Puck. What hempen home-spuns have wę Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with your
swaggering here, selves: to bring in, God shield us! a lion among 45 So near the cradle of the fairy queen? ladies, is a most dreadful thing: for there is not What, a play toward? I'll be an auditor; a more fearful wild-fowl, than your lion, living ;) An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause. and we ought to look to it.
Quin. Speak, Pyramus:- Thisby, stand forth. Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell, Pyr. “Thisby, the flower of odious savours he is not a lion.
150 Quin. Odours, odours.
[sweet." Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half
-odours savours sweet, his face must be seen through the lion's neck; “Sodoth thy breath, my dearest Thishy dear.-and he himself must speak through, saying thus, “ But, hark, a voice! stay thou but here a whit', or to the same defect, --Ladies, or fair ladies, Í • And by and by I will to thee appear." would wish you, or, I would request you, or, 153
[Exit Pyramus, would entreat you, not to fear, not tú tremble: Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here! my life for yours. If you think I come hither as
[Aside. Erit. a lion, it were pity of my life: No, I am no such This. Must I speak now? thing; I am a man as other men are:-and there, Quin. Ay, marry, must you: for you must unindeed, let him naine his name; and tell them 60 derstand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, plainly, he is Snug the joiner,
land is to coine again, 'This adjuration is frequently used by our author. ?i. e. by our Ladykin, or little lady.
3 Par. lous incans daugerous, Brake anciently signified a thicket or bush. i. e. a little while.
This. " Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white 1So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;! “ of hue,
and thy fair virtue's force,perforce doth move me, “Of colour like the red-rose on triumphant brier, On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. “ Most briskly juvenal', and eke most lovely Jew, Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little “As true as truest horse, that yet would never| 5 reason for that: And yet, to say the truth, reason
and love keep little company together now-a-days: “I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb." The more the pity, that some honest neighbours
Quin. Ninus' toib, man: Why you must not will not make ihem friends. Nay, I can gleek', speak that yit; that you answer to Pyramus: you
upon occasion. speak all your part at once, cues and all.--Pyra- 10 Queen. Thou art as wise, as thou art beautiful. mus enter; your cue is past; it is, ne ver tire. Bot. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough Re-enter l'ick and Bottom with an ass's head. to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve This. "O-As true as truest horse, that yet mine own turn. "would never tire.”
Queen. Out of this wood do not desire to go; Pur.“ If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine:" 15 Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
Quin. O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted! I am a spirit, of no common rate; Pray, masters! tiy, masters ! help!
The summer still doth tend upon my state,
[Exeunt Cloruns. And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a I'll give thee faries attend on thee; round,
20 And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, Through bog, through bush, through brake, And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep: through brier:
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, Sometime a hoise I'll be, sometime a hound,
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.A bog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; Pease-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard Anineigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar and burn, 25 seed! Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.
Enter four fairies. Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery
1 Fair. Ready. of them, to make me afeard
2 Fair. And I. Re-enter Snout.
130 3 Fair. And I. Snout, O Bottom, thou art chang'd! what do 4 Fair. And I: where shall we go? I see on thee?
Queon. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Bot. What do you see? you see an ass' head Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes; of your own ; Do you?
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
35 With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; Quin. Bless thee, Bottom ! bless thee! thou art The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, translated.
[Erit. And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs, Bot. I see their knavery: this is to make an ass And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will To have my love to bed, and to arise; not stir from this place, do what they can: I will 40 And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they
To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes : shall hear I am not afraid.
[Sings. Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. The owscl-cock, so black of hue,
| Fair. Hail, mortal, hail !
2 Fair. Hail! 11ith orange-tareny bill,
3 Fair. Hail! The throsid teith his note so true,
Bot. I cry your worship's mercy heartily, The turun teith little quill:
I beseech your worship's name? Queen. What angel wakes me from my Rowery Cob. Cobweb. bed?
(Waking Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, Bottom sings.
50 good master Cobweb: If I cut my finger, I shall The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
make bold with you. Your name, honest genThe plin-song cuckow gray,
tleman ? Wlose note full anuny a mun doth mark,
Pease. Pease-blossom. and dare's not ansver, nay:
Bot. I pray you commend me to mistress for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a 55 Squash your mother, and to master Peascod, your bird: Who would give the bird the lye, though lather. Good master Pease-blossom, I shall desire he cry cuchou, never so.
you of more acquaintance too.-Your name, I Queen. I pray tree, gentle mortal, sing again : beseech you, sir ? Mine ear is much enamourd of thy note,
Mus. Mustard seed, ii. e. young man. ? A cue, in the language of the stage, is the last words of the preceding speech, and serves as a hint to him who is to speak next. ij. e. atraid. “The ousil cock is generaily inderstvod to be the cock blachbird. The throstle is the thrush. i.e. dective, or beguile. 'A squuske is an unripe peascod.
Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your And the Athénian woman by his side; patience well: that same cowardly, giant-like, That, when he wak’d, of force she must be ey'd. ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your
Enter Demetrius und Flermia. house: I promise you your kindred bath mademy Ob. Stand close; this is the same Athenian. eyes water ere now. I desire you, more acquain- 5 Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. tance, good master Mustard-seed.
Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so? Queen. Come, wait upon him ; lead him to my Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. (worse; bower.
Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. And when she weeps, weeps every little tlouer, 10If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. And kill me too.
The sun was not so true unto the day,
As he to me: Would he have stol'n away
15 From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon, Enter Oberon.
This whole earth may be bor’d; and that the moon Ob. I wonder if Titania be awaked;
May through the centre creep, and so displease Then, what it was that next came in her eye, Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes. Which she must doat on in extremity.
It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him;
20 So should a murderer look, so dead, so grim. Here comes my messenger,-How now,mad spirit: Dem. So should the murder'd look: and so What night-rule ? now about this haunted grove?
should I, Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love. Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty: Near to her close and consecrated bower, Yet you, the murderer, looh as bright, as clear, While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, 25 As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. A crew of patches', rude mechanicals,
Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he? That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? Were met together to rehearse a play,
Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds. Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
Her. Out, dug! out, cur, thou driv’st me past The shallowest thick skin of that barren sort, 130
the bounds Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Of maider's patience. Hast' thou slain him then? Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake: Henceforth be never number'd among men! When I did him at this advantage take,
Oh! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake; An ass's nowl* I fixed on his head;
Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, Anon, his Thisby must be answered. (spy, 35 And hast thou kill'd bim sleeping? O brave touch! And forth my minnock? comes: When they híın Could not a worm, an adder, do so much? As wild geese, that the creeping fowler eye, An adder did it; for with doubler tongue Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort',
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. Rising and cawing at the gun's report
Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd'. Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky; 40
mood : So, at his sight, away his fellows fly:
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefore? strong,
45 Her. A privilege, never to see me more.Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: And from thy hated presence part I so: For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch ; See me no more, wbether he be dead, or no. (Exit. Some, sleeves; some, hats : trom yielders all Dem. There is no following her in this tierce things catch.
Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. [vein: I led them on in this distracted fear,
150 So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow, And left sweet Pyramus translated there: For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; When in that moment (so it came to pass) Which now in some slight measure it will pay, Titania wak’d, and straightway lov'd an ass.
If for his tender here I make some stay. Ob. This falls out better than I could devise.
[Lies down. But hast thou yet latch'd' the Athenian's eyes 55 Ob. What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?
quite, Puck. I took him sleeping--that is finish'J too, And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight:
By patience is meant, standing still in a mustard-pot to be eaten with the beef, on which it was a constant attendant. * Meaning, what frolick of the night? 'i. e. low, paltry fellows.
*i. e. a head. "Minnekin, now minx, is a nice tritling girl. Minnock is apparently a word of contempt; it is more probable that Shakspeare wrote mimmick or player.
i. e. company.
'j. e. closed. * To latch the door, in Staffordshire, and the adjoining counties, is, to shut the door. : Touch, in our author's tine, was the same with our exploit, or rather stroke. Ple, mistaken.
Of thy misprision' must persorce ensue
Hel. O spight! O hell! I see you all are bent Some true love turn’d, and not a false turn'd true. To set against me, for your merriment. Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man hold- If you were civil, and knew courtesy, ing troth,
You would not do me thus much injury. A million fail, confounding oath on oath. 5 Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
Ob. About the wood go swifter than the wind, But you must join, in souls', to mock me too? And Helena of Athens look thou find:
If you were men, as men you are in show, All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer
You would not use a gentle lady so;
And now both rivals to mock Helena:
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes,
your derision! None of nobler sort Sink in apple of his eye!
Would so offend a virgin; and extort' When his love he doth espy,
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. Let her shine as gloriously
Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; As the Venus of the sky.
For you love Hermia ; this, you know, I know : When thou wak’st, if she be bye,
20 And here, with all good-will, with all my heart, Beg of her for remedy.
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom I do love, and will do to my death.
Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath, And the youth mistook by me,
25 Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none; Pleading for a lover's fee;
If e'er I loved her, all that love is gone. Shall we their fond pageant see?
My heart with her but as guest-wise sojourn'd; Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Alid now to Helen it is home relurn'd,
There to remain.
30 Lys. Helen, it is not so. Puck. Then will two, at once, wou one ;
Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, That must needs be sport alone:
Lest to thy peril, thou aby it dear-
35 Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo The ear more quick of apprehension makes; (takes, in scorn?
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, Scorn and derision never come in tears:
It pays the hearing double recompense: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found. In their nativity all truth appears.
40 Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, But why unkindly didst thou leave me so? Bearing the badge of faith to prove them true? Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press Hel. You do advance your cunning more and
Her. What love could press Lysander from my When truth kills truth, ( devilish-holy fray! 45
[bide? These vows are flermia's! Will you give her o'er Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing Fair' Helena; who more engild, the night weigh:
Than all yon fiery o's', and eyes of light. [know, Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, Why seek'st thou me could not this make thee Will even weigh; and both as light as tales. 50 The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so?
Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be.
55 Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid ! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Have you conspir’d, have you with these contrir'd Crysta! is muddy. O how ripe in show
To bait me with this foul derision? Thy li; , those, kissing cherries, tempting grow! Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, Fann' with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, 160 When we have chid the hasty-footed time When ihou bold'st up thy hand: 0 let me kiss For parting us—O, and is all forgot ? This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss! AN school-day friendship, childhood innocence?
" That is, mistake. 2 i. e. all love-sick. * That is, join heartily. * Sort is here used for degree or qua ity. Si. e. Harass, or torment, • See note *, p. 188.
Shakspeare sometimes uses O tera circle; hore he means the stars. 11