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Puck. Thou speak'st aright ;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear
Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer,
And this same progeny of evils comes
Obe. Do you amend it then; it lies in you:
Tita. Set your heart at rest,
Fai. And here my mistress:-'Would that Marking the embarked traders on the flood;
he were gone!
Enter OBERON, at one door, with his train,
I have forsworn his bed and company.
Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hyppolyta,
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night
From Perigenia, whom he ravish'd?
And make him with fair Æglé break his faith, With Ariadne, and Antiopa ?
Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy: And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on bill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or on the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd
Therefore the winds piping to us in vain,
Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard:
• Wild apple.
When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind: Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait,
(Following her womb, then rich with my young 'squire,)
Would imitate; and sail upon the land,
Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' weddingday.
If you will patiently dance in our round,
Tita. Not for thy kingdom.-Fairies, away: We shall chide down-right, if I longer stay. [Exeunt TITANIA, and her train. Obe. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove,
Till I torment thee for this injury.
My gentle Puck, come hither: Thon remember'st
Puck. I remember.
Obe. That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not,)
Flying between the cold moon and the earth,
At a fair vestal, throned by the west;
And the imperial vot'ress passed on,
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
And maidens call it, love-in-idleness.
Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once :
The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid,
Obe. Having once this juice,
I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,
And ere I take this charm off from her sight,
Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA following him.
Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia?
And here am I, and wood within this wood,
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Puck. Ay, there it is.
Obe. I pray thee, give it me.
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme plows,
And there the snake throws her enamell❜d skin,
And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,
Is true as steel: Leave you your power to A sweet Athenian lady is in love
And I shall have no power to follow you.
Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
What worser place can I beg in your love,
With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;
Another part of the Wood.
Enter TITANIA, with her train.
Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my Then, for the third part of a minute, hence;
For I am sick, when I do look on thee.
Hel. And I am sick, when I look not on
Dem. You do impeach your modesty too
To leave the city, and commit yourself
Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.
Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.
Run when you will the story shall be chang'd;
Dem. I will not stay thy questions; let me
Or, if thou follow me, do not believe
But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.
Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the
You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius !
We should be woo'd, and were not made to
• Mad, raving.
+ Bring in question.
Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern
Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake,
Do t for thy true love take;
When thou wak'st, it is thy dear;
Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA. Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering the wood;
Hel. Oh! I am out of breath in this fond
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace
If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than her's.
And to speak troth, I have forgot our way;
For I upon this bank will rest my head.
Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.
Lys. O take the sense, sweet, of my inno
If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied.
Puck. Through the forest have I gone,
All the power this charm doth owe t
Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet
Where is Demetrius? Oh! how fit a word
Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so: What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though?
Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content.
The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
Lys. She sees not Hermia:-Hermia, sleep
And never may'st thou come Lysander near!
Her. [starting.] Help me, Lysander, help me!
do thy best,
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!
Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear;
By all that is dear.
Pyramus and Thisby, says the story, did talk through the chinks of a wall.
Snug. You never can bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom?
Bot. Some man or other must present wall: and let him have some plaster, or some k me, or some rough-cast about him, to signify wall; or let him hold his fingers thus, and through
SCENE 1-The same.-The Queen of Fairies that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.
Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your
Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, parts. Pyramus, you begin: when you have awd STARVELING.
Bot. Peter Quince,
Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom?
Bot. There are things in this comedy of Py. ramus and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw his sword to kill himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that ?
Snout. By'rlakin, a parlous + fear.
Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, when all is done.
Bot. Not a whit: I have a device to make all well. Write me a prologue: and let the prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords; and that Pyramus is not killed indeed and, for the more better assurance, tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: This will put them out of fear.
Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and it shall be written in eight and six.
Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight.
Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion ?
Star. I fear it, I promise you.
Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves to bring in, God shield us! a lion among ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion, living; and we ought to look to it.
Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell, he is not a lion.
Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must be seen through the lion's neck; and he himself must speak through, saying thus, or to the same defect,-Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish you, or, I would request you, or, I would entreat you, not to fear, not to tremble: my life for your's. If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life: No, I am no such thing; I am a man as other men are :-and there, indeed, let him name his name; and tell them plainly, he is Snug the joiner.
Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard things; that is, to bring the moon-light into a chamber: for you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moon-light.
Snug. Doth the moon shine, that night we play our play?
Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanack; find out moon-shine, find out moonshine.
Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.
Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of the great chamber window, where we play, open; and the moon may shine in at the casement.
Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he comes to disfigure, or to present, the person of moon-shine. Then, there is another thing: we must have a wall in the great chamber; for
spoken your speech, enter into that brake and 80 every one according to his cue.
Enter PUCK behind.
Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here,
So near the cradle of the fairy queen ?
Quin. Speak, Pyramus :-Thisby, stand forth. Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet,
Quin. Odours, odours.
Pyr. -odours savours sweet:
So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.
But, hark, a voice! stay thou but here a while.
And by and by I will to thee appear.
[Exit. Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here! [Aside.-Exit.
This. Must I speak now? Quin. Ay, marry, must you: for you must understand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again.
This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily
white of hue,
Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier,
Most brisky juvenal, † and eke most lovely Jew,
As true as truest horse, that yet would never
I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.
Quin. Ninus' tomb man: Why you must not speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus : you speak all your part at once, cues and all. -Pyramus enter; your cue is past; it is, never tire.
Re-enter PUCK, and BOTTOM with an ass' head.
This. O-As true as trucst horse, that yet would never tire.
Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine :
Quin. O monstrous ! O strange ! we are haunted.
Pray, masters ! fly, masters! help!
[Exeunt Clowns. Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round,
Through bog, through bush, through brake, through briar;
Sometime a horse I'll be, sometimes a hound,
Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? [Waking. Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, The plain-song cuckoo gray, Whose note full many a man doth mark, And dares not answer, nay ;— for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry, cuckoo, never so?
Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again : Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note, So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move
On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days: The more the pity, that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion.
Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. Bot. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.
Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go;
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so,
Enter four FAIRIES.
1 Fai. Ready.
2 Fai. And I.
3 Fai. And I.
4 Fai. Where shall we go?
Here comes my messenger.-How now, mal
Made senseless things begin to do them wrong:
Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentle-Some, sleeves; some, hats: from
Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;
I led them on in this distracted fear,
Obe. This falls out better than I could devise. But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?
Puck. I took him sleeping,-that is finish'd