Puck. Come thou hither, I am here. Dem. Nay then thou mock'st me; thou fhalt buy this dear, If ever I thy face by day-light fee. Now go thy way: faintnefs conftraineth me SCENE Enter Helena. X. [Lyes down. Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night, From these that my poor company deteft; Thus to make poor females mad. Enter Hermia. Her. Never fo weary, never fo in woe, [Sleeps. Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briars, I can no further crawl, no further go; My legs can keep no pace with my defires: Here will I reft me 'till the break of day. } Heav'ns fhield Lyfander, if they mean a fray! [Lyes dorm. Puck. On the ground, fleep thou found,` I'll apply to your eye, gentle lover, remedy. [Squeezing the juice on Lyfander's eye. When thou 'wakeft next, thou takest` True delight, in the fight, of thy former lady's eye, And the country proverb known, That every man should take his own, In your waking shall be shown. 4 Yet but three? come • fleep found 5 comes, 7 wak't, thou tak't Jack Jack fhall have fill, nought fhall go ill, [Exit Puck. [They fleep. Enter Queen of Fairies, Bottom, Fairies attending, and the King behind them. QUEEN. SOME, fit thee down upon this flow'ry bed, CO And stick musk-rofes in thy fleek-fmooth'd head, And kifs thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. Bot. Where's Peafebloffom? Pease. Ready. Bot. Scratch my head, Peafebloffom. Where's monfieur Cobweb? Cob. Ready. Bot. Monfieur Cobweb, good monfieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipt humble-bee on the top of a thistle, and, good monfieur, bring me the honeybag. Do not fret your felf too much in the action, monfieur; and, good monfieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loth to have you overflown with a honey-bag, fignior. Where's monfieur Muftardfeed? Muf. Ready. Bot. Give me thy neafe, monfieur Mustardfeed: pray you, leave your curtefie, good monfieur. Muf. What's your will? Bot. Nothing, good monfieur, but to help Cavalero Cobweb to fcratch. I must to the barber's, monfieur, for 14 me methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face. And I am fuch a tender afs, if my hair doth but tickle me, must scratch. I Queen. What, wilt thou hear fome musick, my fweet love? Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in musick, let us have the tongs and the bones. Mufick. Tongs, rural mufick. Queen. Or, fay fweet love, what thou defir'ft to eat. Bot. Truly a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great defire to a bottle of hay good hay, sweet hay hath no fellow. 8 Queen. I have a venturous Fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard, and 'fetch thee thence new nuts.` Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of dried peafe. But, I pray you, let none of your people ftir me, I have an expofition of fleep come upon me. Queen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms; Fairies, be gone, and be 'a while away: 9 So doth the woodbine, the fweet hony-fuckle, Gently entwift, the female ivy fo Enring, the barky fingers of the elm. O, how I love thee! how I doat on thee! Enter Puck. Ob. Welcome, good Robin; Seeft thou this fweet fight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity; For meeting her of late behind the wood, When 8 fetch thee new nuts, 9 al ways or always When I had at my pleasure taunted her, See as thou waft wont to fee: Now, my Titania, wake you, my fweet Queen. Ob. There lyes your love. Queen. How came these things to pass? Ob. Silence, a while; Robin, take off his head, Than common fleep of all these 'five the fenfe. Puck. When thou awak'ft, with thine own fool's eyes peep. [me, Ob. Sound, mufick; come, my Queen, take hand with And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be, Now thou and I are new in amity; And will to-morrow midnight folemnly Dance 1 or... old edit. Thirl. emend. 2 fine... old edit. Thirl. emend. Dance in Duke Thefeus' houfe triumphantly, Puck. Fairy King, attend and mark, Ob. Then, my Queen, in filence fad Queen. Come, my lord, and in our flight Enter Thefeus, Egeus, Hippolita, and all his train. The. Go one of you, find out the forefter, Dispatch, I fay, and find the forefter. We will, fair Queen, up to the mountain's top, Of hounds and echo in conjunction. Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, With (a) Meaning the obfervance of the time prescribed for their nuptials. 3 fair... old edit, Warb, emend. 4 bear |