And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; The nine-men's morris is fill'd up with mud 29; And the quaint mazes in the wanton green, For lack of tread, are undistinguishable: The human mortals want their winter here 30; No night is now with hymn or carol blest.— Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatick diseases do abound: And, thorough this distemperature, we see The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown, An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which: And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissention; We are their parents and original.
Obe. Do you amend it then; it lies in you: Why should Titania cross her Oberon? I do but beg a little changeling boy, To be my henchman 31 Tita. Set your heart at rest, The fairy land buys not the child of me. His mother was a vot'ress of my order: And, in the spiced Indian air, by night, Full often hath she gossip'd by my side;
And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, Marking the embarked traders on the flood; 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, To fetch me trifles, and return again, As from a voyage, rich with merchandize. But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy : And, for her sake, I will not part with him.
Obe. How long within this wood intend you stay? Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day. If you will patiently dance in our round, And see our moon-light revels, go with us; If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. 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: Thou remember'st Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song;
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid's musick.
Puck.
I remember.
Obe. That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took
At a fair vestal 32, throned by the west;
And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; And the imperial vot'ress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little western flower,—
Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it, love-in-idleness 33.
Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once;
The juice of it, on sleeping eye-lids laid,
Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees. Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again, Ere the leviathan can swim a league.
Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes. -- [Exit PUCK.
Obe. Having once this juice, I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, And drop the liquor of it in her eyes: The next thing then she waking looks upon (Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,
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