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That they have overborne their continents”. Since once I sat upon a promontory. ..
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, And heard a merinaid on a dolphin's back,
The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green coru l'itering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard:... That the rude sta grew civil-at her song;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field, 5 And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
And crows are fatted with the murrain tock: To hear the sea-maid's musick.
The nine-men's morris 2 is tillid up with mud; Puck. I remember.
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green,

06. That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not) For lack of tread, are undistinguishable.

Flying between the cold moon and the earth,
The human mortals want their winter here, 11o Cupid all arm’d: a certain aiin he took
No night is now with hymn, or carol blest :-

At a fair vestal, throned by the west; Therefore the moon, the governess of tloods, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, Pale in her anger, wasbes all the air.

As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : That rheumatic diseases do abound':

But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft And, thorough this distemperature“, we see 115 Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watry moon; The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts

And the imperial votress passed on, Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose ;

In maiden meditation, fancy-free. And on old Hyem's chin, and icy crown,

Yet, mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : ' An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds

it fell upon a little western flower,- (wound, Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer,20 Before, milk-white; now purple with love's The childing' autum, angry winter, change

Wind maidens call it, love in idleness. [once ; Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world,

Fetch me that flower; the herb ( shew'd thee y their increase, now knows not which is which : The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid, And this same progeny 6 of evils comes

Will make or man or woman madly doat Froin our debate, from our dissention;

25 Upon the next live creature that it sees. We are their parents and original.

retch me this herb; and be thou here again, Ob. Do you amend it then; it lies in you:

|Ere the leviathan can swim a league. Why should Titania cross her Oberon?

| Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth I do but beg a little changeling boy,

In forty miuutes.

[Exit, To be my henchman ?

30) Ob. Having once this juice, Queen. Set your heart at rest,

Nl watch Titania when she is asleep, The fairy land buys not the child of me.

And drop the liquor of it in her eyes: His mother was a votress of my order:

The next thing when she waking looks upon, And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,

|(Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, Full often hath she gossip'd by my side; 135 On meddling monkey, or on busy ape) And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, She shall pursue it with the soul of love, Marking the embark'd traders on the flood: And ere I take this charm off from her sight, When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, (As I can take it with another herb) And grow big-bellied with the wantun wivd: 1 I'll make her render up her page to me. Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait, 40 But who comes here? I am invisible? (Following her womb then rich with my young And I will over-hear their conference. Would imitate; and sail upon the land, isquire Enter Demetrius, Helena foilozving him. To fetch me trilles and return again, . | Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. As from a voyage, rich with merchandize.

Where is Lysander and fair Hermia? But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; 145 The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. And, for her sahe, I do rear up her boy;

Thou told'st me they were stolen unto this wood, And, for her sake, I will not part with bim.

And here am I, and wood to within this wood, Ob. How long within this wood intend you Because I cannot meet my Hermia.

[day. Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. Queen. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding - 50 Hl. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; If you will patiently dance in our round,

But yet you draw not iron, for my heart And see our moon-light revels, go with us;

li true as steel: Leave you your power to draw, If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. And I shall have no power to follow you,

Ob. Give me that boy, and I wiil go with thee. Dem. Do I entice you? do I speak you fair?

Queen. Not for thy fairy kingdom-Fairies, away:155 Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth We shall chide downright, if I longer stay.

Tell you-I do not, nor I cannot love you? [Ereunt Queen and her train.

| Hel. And even for that do I love you the more; Oh. Well, gothy way: thou shalt not from this I am your spaniel; and Demetrius, Till I torment thee for this injury.- (grove, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you; My gentle Puck, come hither: Tlou remember'st 60 Сse me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,

Meaning their banhs. ? Nine men's morris is a game still played by the shepherds, cow-keepers, &c. in the midland counties. The confusion of seasons bere described, is no more than a poetical account of the weather, which happened in England about the time when this play was first published.

That is perturbation. That is, the pregnant. That is, produce. ? Page of honour. This was intended as a compliment to Queen Elizabeth. i. e. heart's-ease. 10 Wood, here means mad, mild, rating. In this sense it was formerly spelled uode.

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Chorus.

Neglect me, lose mè; only give me leave, 1 May be the lady: Thou shalt know the man
Unworthy as I am, to follow you.

By the Athenian garments he hath on. What worser place can I beg in your love, Eirect it with some care, that he may prove (And yet a place of high respect with me)

More fond on her, than she upon her love: Than to be used as you use your dog? [rit: 5 And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. · Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spi-l | Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so. For I am sick, when I do look on thee.

[Exeun, Hel. And I am sick, when I look not on you.

SCEN E III.
Dem. You do impeach your modesty too much,

Another part of the Wood.
To leave the city, and coinmit yourself . 1101
Into the hands of one that loves you not;

Enter the Queen of Fuiri s, with her train. To trust the opportunity of night,

Queen. Come, now a roundel?, and a fairy song; And the ill counsel of a desert place.

Then, for the third part of a minute, hence: With the rich worth of your virginity.

Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds; Hil. Your virtue is my privilege for that.

115. Some, war with rear-mice on ' for their leathern It is not night, when I do see your face,

wings Therefore I think, I am not in the night:

| Tomake my small elves coats; and some keep back Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company; Theclam'rous owlthat nightly hoots and wonders For you, in iny respect, are all the world:

At our quaint spirits * : Sing me now asleep; Then how can it be said, I am alone,

20 Then to your offices, and let me rest. When all the world is here to look on me?

First Fairy.
Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide meinthebrakes, You spotted snakes, with double tongue,
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. ,

Thorny hedge-hogs be not seen;
Hel. The wildest has not such a heart as vou. Nerets, and blind-worms, do no wrong;
Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd: 1251 Come not near our fairy queen:
Apollo flies, and Daphine holds the chase;
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind

Philomel, with melody, Makes speed to catch the tvger: Bootless speed!

· Sing in your sweet lullaby: When cowardice pursues and valour fies.

Lulla, tulla, lullaby ; lullu, luilla, lullaby : Dem. I will not stay thy questions ; let me go: 30

Never hurm, nor spel nor charm, Or, if thou follow me, do not believe

Come our lovely lady nigh;
But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.

So, good night, with lullaby,
Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field,
You do ine mischief. Fie, Demetrius!

Second Fairy.

Weaving spiders, come not here;
Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex:
We cannot fight for love, as men inay do;

Hence you long-legg'd spinners, hence: We shou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo. |

Beetles black, approuch not near: I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of beil.

Worm, nor snail, do no ojfence, To die upon the hand I love so well. [Errunt.

Chorus. Ob. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leavej 10

Philomel, with melody, &c.

First Fairy, this grove, Thou shalt tly him, and he shall seek thy love.

Hence, away; now all is well :
Hast thiou the flowerthere? Welcome, wanderer.

One, aloof, stand sentinel.
Re-enter Puck.

i [Exeunt fuiries. The Queen sleeps, Puck. Ay, there it is.

Enter Oberon. Oh. I pray thee, give it me,

Ob. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,

[Squeezes the flower on her eye-lids. Where ox-lips' and the nodding violet grows; Do it for thy true love take; Quite over-canopy'd with luscious woodbine, Love, and languish for bis sake: With sweet musk roses, and with eglantine: 50 Be it ounce': or cat, or bear, There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, Pard, or boar with bristled hair, Lull'd in these tlowers with dances and delight; In thy eye that shall appear And there the snake throw's her enameli'd skin, When thou wak'st, it is thy dear; Weed uide enocgh to wrap a fairy in:

Wake when some vile thing is near. [Exit Ober. And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,

Enter Lysunder and Hermia. And make her full of hateful fantasies.

Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove:

wood; A sweet Athenian lady is in love

And to speak truth, I have forgot our way: With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;

We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, But do it when the next thing he espies 160 And tarry for the comfort of the day.

· The greater cowslip. A roundel is a dance in a ring. A rere-mouse is a bat. - Dr. Warburton reads quaint sports, The ounce is a small tyger, or tyger-cat.

Her.

Her. Be it so, Lysander: find vou out a bed, No, no, I am as ugly as a bear, Fir I upon this bank will rest my head.

For beasts, that meet me, run away for fear: L's. (ne turf shall serve as pillow for us both; Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius Ole heart, one bed, two boscos, and one troth. i Do, as a monster, tiy my presence thus.

Hr. Nay, good Lysander; for mv sake,my dear, 5 What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Lie further ont, vet, do notlyeso near.

Mlade me compare with Herma's spberyevne? L.(), the the sense, sweet, of my innocence; But who is here? Lysander? on the ground? Love takes the meaning in love's conjerence. Dead or asleep? I see no blood, no wound: I men, that my heart unto yours is knit;

Lviander, if you live, goo : sir, awake. . Se that but one heart we can make of it: 10 Ljs. And run through fire I will, for tiv sweet Two!osom interchained with an oath;

sahe.

[Ilahing. So then two bosoms, and a single troth.

Transparent Helena! Nature shews art, Then, by your side no bed-ro, in me deny; I That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.

Where is Demetrius? Oh, how tit a word Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :

115 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: Illermia meant to say, Lysander ly’d.

What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what But, gentie friend, for love and courtesy

though ?? Lieturther oft; in human modesty

Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. Such sejaration, as, may well be said,

Lys. Content with Hermia? No:I do repent Recomes 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 lite 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 lovalty!

25 And reason says you are the worthier maid. Here is my bed: Sleep give thee all his rest! Tihings growing are not ripe until their season : Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes bel Sol, being young, till now ripe not to reason; press'd! ·

[They sleep. And touching now the point of human shill, 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 Athenien 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 man, This is he, my master said,

That I did never, no, nor never can,
Despised the Athenian maid;

|Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
And here the maiden, sleeping sound, But you must tlout my insufficiency?
On the dank and dirty ground.

Good troth, you do me wrong, good soth, you do,
Pretty soul! she durst not lye

4010 such disdainful manner me to woo.
Near to this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. But fare you well: perforce I must confess,
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw

I thoughi you lord of more true gentleness.
All the power this charm doth owe: Oh, that a lady, of one man refus'd,
When thou wak'st, let love forbid

Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! [Erit.
Sleep his seat on the eve-id.

145/ Lys. She sees not Hermia :-Hermia, sleep So awahe, when I am gone;

thou there; For I must now to Oberon, [Exit. And never may'st thou come Lysander near! 'Enter Demetrius and It lena running. For, as a surteit of the sweetest things, HAI. Stav, though thorhillme,sweet Demetrius. The deepest loathing to the stomach brings; Dim. I charge thee, bence, and do not haunt mel50 Or, as the heresies, that men do leave, thus,

TAre hated most of those they did deceive: 11:1. (), wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. So thou my surfeit, and my heresy, L'om. Stay on thy peril: 1 alone will go.

Of all be hated, but the most of me!

[Erii Demetrius. And all my powers, address your love and might, 1:1. , I am out of breath, in this fond chace! 155 To honour Ilelen, and to be her knight! Ert. The more my praver, the lesser is my grace. Her. [starting from sleep.] Help me, LysanIlappsis Tiermia, wheresoe'er she lies;

I der, help me! do thy best, For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. [tears. To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! llow came her eyes so bright? Not with sall! Ay me, for pity!--what a dream was here? If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. 60 Lysander, look, how I do quake with tear! .

'Beshrewo means the same as if she had said, “Now ill bifal my manners, &c.” ? i. e. My accepta ableness. j. e. What then? Nieaning, that he had more of the spirit of a gentleman.

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SCENE 1.

Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is twe 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 Starteling:

1 lineet by moon-light. The Queen of Fairies lying asleep. 15 Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we play Bot. ARE we all met?

Jour play? Quin. 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 inoon-shine, iind 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 col20 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 distigure, or to present, the person of moonPyramus must draw a sword to kill hiivself; wbichl 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, Schink of a wall. when all is done.

1301 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-l Bot. Some man or other must present wall: logue seem to say, we will do no harm with our land 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 wali; 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 Pyramius 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 have such a prologue; sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your and it shall be written in eight and six.

I parts. Pyramus, you begin: when you have Bet. No, make it two more; 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 afe-ard of the lion:

Entor Puck behind. Star, I fear it, I promise you.

Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we 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.

Quinl. Odours, odours.

(sweet." Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and halti Pyr."- odours savours sweet. his face must be seen through the lion's neck; “So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear. -and he himself must speak through, saving thus, “ But, hark, a voice! stay thou but here a whit', or to the same defect,-Ladies, or fair ladies, i • And by and by I will to thee appear.” would wish you, or, I would request you, or, 1551

[Exit Pyramus, would entreat you, not to fear, not to tremble: | Puck. A stranger Pyramus thane'er play'd here! my life for yours. If you think I come hither as

[siside. Exit. 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 name his name; and tell them 60 derstand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, plainly, he is Snug the joiner.

1 land is to come again.

! This adjuration is frequently used by our author. ? i. e. by our Ladykin, or little Indy. lous means dangerous. Bruke anciently signuied a thicket or bush. i. e, a little while.

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This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-whitel /So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;/ " of hue,

And thy fair virtue's force,perforce doth move me, “Of colour like the rel-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' tomb, man: Why you must not will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek", speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you upon occasion. speak all your part at once, cues’ and all.-Pýra- 10 Qucen. Thou art as wise, as thou art beautiful. mus enter; your cue i past; it is, niver tire.' | Bot. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough Re-enter l'uck and Boliom 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; · P:r. “ If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine:" 15 Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.

Q!in. O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted! I am a spirit, of no common rate; Pray, masters! ily, masters! help!

The summer still doth tend upon my state,

[Ereunt Clouns. And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; Puck. Il follow you, I'll lead you about a I'll give thee faries to attend on thee; round,

20 And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, Through bog, through bush, through brake, And sing, whilethou on pressed flowers dost sleep: through brier:

And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, That thou snait like an airy spirit go.

A bog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; Pease-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and MustardAnineigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar and burn, 25

seed! Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.

[Exii.

Enter four fairies, Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery 1 Fair. Ready. of them, to make me ateard.

2 Fair. And I. Re-enter Snout. .

3 Fair. And I. Snout, ( Bottom, thou art chang'd! what do 4 Fair. And I: where shall we go? I see on thee?

Queen. 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,
Re-enter Quince.

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.

Exii. 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 ur from this place, do what they can: I will 40 And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, waik 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 ouscl-cock, so black of hue,

11 Fair. Hail, nortal, hail ! With orange-tau ny bill,

2 Fair. Ilail! The throsile wiih his note so true,

145 3 Fair. Hail! The wren with little quill:

Bot. I cry your worship's mercy heartily,

II beseech your worship's name? Quern. What angel wakes me from my flowery | Cob. Cobweb. bed?

[Waking. I Bol. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, Bottom sings.

150 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 plain-song cuckow grau,

tleman? Whose note fiel muny al man doth mark,

Pease. Pease-blossom.
And dires not anster, 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 liather. Good master Pease-blossom, I shall desire he cry cuckou, never so.

you of more acquaintance too.—Your name, I Quien. I pray tee, gentle mortal, sing again :! bestech you, sir : Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note, 1 Mus. Mustard-seed.

ii. e. young man. ? Acue, 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. i. e. afraid. “The ousil cock is generally understood to be the cock blackbird. The throstle is the thrush. i.e. deceive, or beguile. A squush is an unripe peascod.

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