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ACT I.

SCENE I Athens. A Room in the Palace of

Theseus.

Enter Theseus, Hippotjta, Phllostrate, and
Attendants.
The. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
Draws on apace; four happy days bring in
Another moon: but, oh, methinks, how slow
This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires.
Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,
Long withering out a young man's revenue.
Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves in
nights j

Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
New bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities.

The. Go, Philostrate,

Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;
Turn melancholy forth to funerals.
The pale companion is not for our pomp.—

[Exit Philostrate.
Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,
And won thy love, doing thee injuries;
But I will wed thee in another key,
With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling.
Enter Egeus, Hermia, Lysander, and Demetrius.

Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke!

the. Thanks, good Egeus: What's the news with thee?

Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint Against my child, my daughter Hermia.— tetand forth, Demetrius ;—My noble lord, This man hath my consent to marry her :—. Stand forth, Lysander ;—and, my gracious duke, This hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child: Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, And inteichang'd love-tokens with my child: Thou hast by moon-light at her window sung, With feigning voice, verses of feigning love; And stol'n the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweet-meats; messengers Of strong pievailment in unharden'd youth: With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart; Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, To stubborn harshness :—And, my gracious duke, He it so she will not here before your grace Consent to marry with Demetrius, I beg the ancient privilege of Athens; As she is mine, I may dispose of her: Which shall be either to this gentleman,

Or to her death; according to our law.
Immediately provided in that case.

The. Wh.it say you, Heimia? be advis'd, fair
To you your father should be as a god; [maid:
One that compos'd your beauties; yea, and one
To whom you are but as a form in wax,
By him imprinted, and within hia power
To leave the figure, or disfigure it.
Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.

Her. So is Lysander.

The. In himself he is:

But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice,
The other must be held the worthier.

Her. I would, my father look'd but with my eyes.

The. Rather your eyes must with his judgment look.

Her. 1 do entreat your grace to pardon me.
I know not by what power 1 am made bold;
Nor how it may concern my modesty,
In such a presence here, to plead my thoughts:
But I beseech your grace that I may know
The worst that may befal me in this case,
If I refuse to wed Demetrius.

The. F.ither to die the death, ox to abjure
For ever the society of men.
Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desire*,
Know of your youth, examine welt your blood.
Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,
You can endure the livery of a nun;
For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,
To live a barren sister all your life,
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood,
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage.
But earlhlier happy is the rose distill'd,
Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn.
Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.

//■ •. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord.
Ere I will yield my virgin patent up
Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke
My soul consents not to give sovereignty.

The. Take time to pause; and, by the next new moon,

(The seallng-day betwixt my love and me,
For everlasting bond of fellowship,)
Upon that day either prepare to die,
For disobedience to your father's will;
Or else, to wed Demetrius, as he would:
Or on Diana's altar to protest,
For aye, austerity and single life.
Dent. Relent, sweet Hermia;—And, Lysander,
yield

Thy crazed title to my certain right.

Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hcrmia's: do jou marry hiin.

Ege. Scornful Lysander! true he hath my love

And what is mine my lore shall render htm;
And she is mine ; and all my right of her
I do estate unto Demetrius.

Lye. I am, my lord, as well derir'd as he.
As well possess'd; my lore is mote than his;
My fortunes erery way as fairiy rank'd,
If not with rantage, as Demetrius';
And, which is more than all these hoasts can he,
I am helor'd of heauteous Hermia:
Why should not I then prosecute my right?
Demetrius, I'll arouch it to his head,
Made lore to Nedar's daughter, Helena,
And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes,
Deroutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.

The. I must confess, that I hare heard so much, And with Demetrius thought to hare spoke thereof; But, heing orer.full of self.affairs, My mind did lose it—But, Demetrius, come; And come, Egens; you shall go with me, I hare some prirate schooling for you hoth.— For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself To fit your fancies to your father's will; Or else the law of Athens yields you up !Which hy no means we may extenuate) To death, or to a row of single life— Come, my Hippolyta; What cheer, my lore? Demetrius, and Egeus, go along; I must employ you in some husiness Against our nuptial; and confer with you Of something neariy that concerns yourselres.

Ege. With duty, and desire, we follow yon.

[Exeunt Thes. Hip. Ege. Dem. and train.

Lye. How now, my lore ? Why is your cheek so pale?

How chance the roses there do fade so fast?

Her. Belike for wantof rain; which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes.

Lye. Ah me! for oaght that erer I could read, Could erer hear hy tale or history, The course of true lore nerer did run smooth i But, either it was different in hlood;

Her. O cross! too high to he enthrall'd to low!

Lye. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years;

Her. O spite! too old to he eugag'd to young t

Lye, Or else it stood upon the choice of friends:

Her. O hell ! to choose lore hy another's eye!

Lye. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it; Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds hoth hearen and earth, And ere a man hath power to say,—Behold! The jaws of darkness do derour it up: So quick hright things come to confusion.

Her. If then true lorers hare heen ever cross'd, It stands as an edict in destiny: Then let us teach our trial patience, Because it is a customary cross; As due to lore, as thoughts and dreams, and sighs, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers.

Lye. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me I hare a widow aunt, a dowager [Hermin. Of great rerenue, and she hath no child; From Athens is her house remote seren leagues; And she iopects me as her only son. There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee; And to that place the sharp Athenian law Cannot pursue us: If thou lor'st me then, Steal forth thy father's house to.morrow night; And in the wood, a league without the town, Where I did meet thee once with Helena, To do ohserrance to a morn of May, There will I stay for thee.

Her. My good Lysander!

I swear to thee hy Cupid's strongest how;
By his hest arrow with the golden head;
% the simplicity of Venus' dores;
By that which knitteth souis, and prospers lores;
And hy that fire which hum'd the Carth ige queei,
When the false Trojan under sail was seen;

By all the Tows that erer men hare hroke,
In numher more than erer women spoke ;—
In that same place thou hast appointed me,
To.morrow truly will I meet with thee.

Lye. Eeep promise, lore: Look, here conns
Helenn.

Enter Helenn.

Her. God speed fair Helena ! Whither away?

Het. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay.
Demetrius lores your fair: O happy fair!
Your eyes are lode.stars; and your tongue's sweet
More tuneahle than lark to shepherd's ear, [air
When wheat is green, when hawthorn huds appear.
Sickness is catching; O, were farour so!
Your's would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;
My ear should catch your roice, my eye your eye,
My tongue should catch your tongue's sweel
melody.

Were the worid mine, Demetrius heing hated,
1 he rest I'll gire to he to yon translated.
O, te. ch me how you look; and with what art
You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.

Her. I frown upon him, yet he lores me stili.

Het. O, that your frowns would teach my smilei such skill!

Her, I gire him curses, yet he gires me lore. Het. O, that my prayers could such affection more!

Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me.
Het. The more I lore, the more he hateth me.
Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine.
Hd. None, hut your heauty; 'Would that fault
were nnne!

Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my face;

Lysander and myself will fly this place

Before the time I did Lysander see,
Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:

O then, what graces in my lore do dwetl,
That he hath turn'd a hearen unto hell'

Lye. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold i
To.morrow night when I'hrehe doth hehold
Her silrer risage in the wat'ry glass,
Decking with liquid peari the hladed grass,
!A time that lorers' flights doth still conceal,)
Through Athen's gates have we deris'd to steat.

Her. And in the wood, where often you and I Upon faint primrose heds were wont to lie, Emptying our hosoms of their counsel sweet; There my Lysander and myself shall meet: And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes, To seek new friends and stranger companies. Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us, And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius !— Eeep word, Lysander: we must starre our sight From lorers' food, till morrow deep midnight.

[Exit Herm.

Lye. I will, my Hermia—Helena adieu: As you on him, Demetrius dote on you!

[Exit Lys.

Het. How happy some, o'er other some can he!
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;
He will not know what all hut he do know.
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
So I, admiring of his qualities.
Things hase and rile, holding no quantity,
Lore can transpose to form and diguity.
Lore looks not with the eyes, hut with the mind;
And therefore Is wing'd Cupid painted hlind.
Nor hath lore's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is lore said to he a child,
Because in choice he is so oft heguil'd.
As waggish hoys in game themselres forswear,
So the hoy Lore is perjur'd erery where:
For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,
He hsil'd down oaths. Hut he was only mine;
And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,
So he dlssolr'd, and showers of oaths did melt.

I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:
Then to the wood will he, to morrow night.
Pursue her; and for this Intelligence
If I have thanks, it is a dear expence:
.iut herein mean I to enrich my pain,
To have his sight thither and back again. {Exit.

SCENE II The tame. A Room in a Cottage.

Enter Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, Quince, and Starveling.

Quin. Is all our company here?

Dot. You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to the scrip.

Quin. Here U the scroll of every man's name, which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in our interlude before the duke and duchess, on his wedding-day at night.

Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on; then read the names of the actors; and so grow to a point.

Quin. Marry, our play Is—The most lamentable comedy, and most cruel death of Fyramus and Thisby.

Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry.—-n«jw, good Peter Quince, call forth your actors by the scroll : Masters, spread yourselves.

9uin. Answer, as I call you.—Kick Bottom, the weaver.

Bot. Ready. Name what part I ara for, and proceed.

Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Fyramus.

Bot. What ia Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant? Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly for love.

Bot. That will ask some tears in the true performing of it: If I do it, let the audience look to their eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in some measure. To the rest:—Yet mj chief humour is for a tyrant: I could play Erclet rarely, or a part to tear a cat in, to make all split.

"The raging rocks,
"With shivering shocks,
"Shall bTeak the locks

"Of prison-gates: "And Phibbus' car '* Shall shine from far, "And make and mar "The foolish fates." This was lofty !—Now name the rest of the players. —This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is more condoling.

Quirt. Francis Flute, the be Hows-mender. Flu. Here, Peter Quince. Quin. You must take Thisby on you. Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.

Quin. That's all one ; you shall play it in a mask, and you may speak as small as you will.

Bot. An 1 may hide my face, let me play Thisby too: I'll speak in a monstrous little voice;—Thisne, Thitne,Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy Thisby dear! and lady dear!

Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus, and, Flute, vou Thisby. Bot. Well, proceed. Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor. Star. Here, Peter Quince.

Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Tblsby'l mother.—Tom Snout, the tinker. Snout. Here, Peter Quince.

Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thisby's father; Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part:— and, I hope, here is a play fitted.

Smug. Have you the lion's part written? pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.

Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.

Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that

I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar, that I will make the duke say, Let him roar again, Let him roar again.

Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you would fright the duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek; and that were enough to hang us all.

All. That would hang us every mother's son.

/■ '. I grant you, friends, if that you should fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more discretion but to hang us: but I will aggravate my voice so, that I will ronr you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any nigh tin gale.

Quin. Vou can play no part but Pyramus; for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, gentleman-Iike man; therefore you must needs play Pyramus.

Hot. Well, I will undertake it. What heard were I best to play it in?

Quin. Why, what you will.

Bot. I will discharge it in either your strawcoloured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-graln beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow.

Quin. Some of your French crowns have no hair

at all, and then you will play bare-faced But,

masters; here are your parts i and I am to entreat you, request you, and desire you, to con them by to-morrow night; and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the town, by moon-light; there will we rehearse: for if we meet in the city, we shall be dog'd with company, and our devices known. In the mean time I will draw a bill of properties, such as our play wants. I pray you fail me not.

Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains; be perfect; adieu.

Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.

Bot. Enough; Hold,or cut bow strings. {Exeunt.

ACT II. SCENE I—A Wood near Athens. Enter a Fairy at one door, and Puck at another.

Puek. How now, spirit! whither wander vou?
Fai. Over hill, over dale,

Thorough bush, thorough briar,
Over park, over pale,

Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander every where,
Swifter than the mooncs sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green:
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckle* live their savours:
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits, I'll be gone;
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.
Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to-
night;

Take heed, the queen come not within his sight.
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
Becau.se that she, as her attendant, hath
A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king;
She never had so sweet a changeling:
And jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild:
But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy,
Crowns him with flowers, and makes biro all her
joy:

And now they never meet in grove, or green.
By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen,
But they do square; that all their elves, for fear,
Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there.

Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making quite,

Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite,
Call'd Robin Good-fellow : are you not he,
That fright the maidens of the villager;;
Stlm milk; and sometimes labour in the quern,
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn;
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm;
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck:
Are you not he?

Putk. Thou speak'st aright;

I am that merry wanderer of the night.
1 jest to i ib run, and make him smile,
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
And sometime iurk I in a gossip's bowl,
In very likeness of a roasted crab;
And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob,
And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale.
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And tailor cries, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe;
And waxen in their mirth, and nee/e and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there.—
Wot room, Faery, here comes Oberon.

Fai. And here my mistress :—'Would that he were gone 1

SCENE II.—Enter Oberon, at one door, with kit train, and Tltania, at another, with hers.

Obt. Ill met by moon-light, proud Titania.

Tita. What, jealous Oberon? Fairy, skip hence; I have forsworn his bed and company.

Obt. Tarry, rash wanton; Am not I thy lord?

Tita. Then I must be thy lady ■ But I know
When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corln sat all day,
Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here.
Come from the farthest steep of India?
But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
\oor buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love,
To Theseus must be wedded; and you come
To give their bed Joy and prosperity.

Oot. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with HIppolyta,
Knowing I know thy love to T heseus?
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering
_ night

From Perigenia, whom he ravished?

And make him with faiT Mg\e break his faith,

WithAtitdn*, and Antiopa?

Tiia. These are the forgeries of jealousy: And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, 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 our sport. Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, Have every pelting river made so proud. That they have overborne their continents: The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd u beard: The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; The nine men's morris is flU'd up with mud; And the quaint mazes in the wanton green, '■ r lack of tread, are undistingui^hable; The human mortals want their winter here; No night is now with hymn or carol blest:— Therefore the moon, the governesi of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatirk diseases do abound: And thorough this dlstemperature, 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 dissension;

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.

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 gosslp'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:
W hich 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.

06 . 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-fight ravels, go with us j If not, shun me, and, I will spare your haunts.

Obe. Give me that boy, and I wilt 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 l'uck, 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.

Ohe. That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not,) Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arrn'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal, 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. 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 lound about the earth In forty minutes. [Beit l'uck.

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,
On meddling monkey, or on busy ane,)
She shall pursue it with the soul of love.

And ere I take this charm off- from her sight,
(As I can take it, with another herb,)
I'll make her render up her page to me.
Hut who comes here ? I am invisible;
And I will over-hear their conference.

Enter Demetrius, Helena following htm.

Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia? The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. Thou told'st me, they were stoCn into this wood. And here am I, and wood within this wood, Because I cannot meet with Hermia. Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.

Hel. \oudraw me, you hard-hearted adamant;
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as steel: Leave you your power to draw,
And I shall have no power to follow you.

Bern. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair P
Or, rather, do 1 not in plainest truth
Tell you—I do not, nor I cannot love you?

Hel. And even for that do 1 love you the more.
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
L'nworthy as I am, to follow you.
What worser place can I beg in your love,
(And yet a place of high respect with me,)
Than to be used as you use your dog?

Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; For I am sick, when I do look on thee.

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

Dem. You do impeach your modesty too much,
To leave the city, and commit yourself
Into the hands of one that loves you not;
To trust the opportunity of night,
And the ill counsel of a desert place,
With the rich worth of your virginity.

Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.
It is not night, when I do see your face.
Therefore I think I am not in the night:
N'or doth this wood lack worlds of company;
For you in my respect, are all the world:
Then how can it be said, I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on me?

Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes, And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.

Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd; Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin-, the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger: Bootless speed! When cowardice pursues, and valour flies.

Dem. I will not stay thy questions; let me go: 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 field, You do me mischief. Fye, Demetrius! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: We cannot fight for love, as men may do: We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

[Exeunt Dem. and Hel.

Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this grove.

Thou shall fly him, and he shall seek thy love—

Re-enter Fuck. Hast thou the flower there? Welcome wanderer. Puck. Ay, there it is.

Obe. I pray thee, give it me.

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows.
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows;
Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine,
With sweet musk roses, and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania, some time of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her en am el I'd skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,

And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove:
A sweet Athenian lady is in love
With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;
But do it, when the next thing he espies
May be the lady: Thou shalt know the man
By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Effect it with some care; that he may prove
More fond on her, than she upon her love:
And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow.
Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so.

SCENE III Another part of the Wood.

Enter Titania, villi her tr*in.
Ttta. Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song,
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence;
Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;
Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings,
To make ray small elves coats: and some, keep back
The clamorous owl, that nightly boots, and wonders
At our quaint spirits : Sing me now asleep;
Then to your offices, and let me rest.

SONG.
I.

1 Fat. You spotted snakes, with double tongue,

Thorny hedge-hogs, be not teen j
Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong;
Come not near our fairy queen:

Cho. Philomel, with melody,

Sing in vur sweet lullaby;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, Sulla, lullaby j
Never harm, nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.
II.

2 Fat. Weaving spiders, come not here:

Hence, you long-legg'd spimurs, hence t Beetles black, approach not near; Worm, nor snail, do no offence. Cho. Philomel, with melody, 6}c.

2 Fat. Hence, away; now all is well: One, aloof, stand sentinel.

[Exeunt Fairies. Titania sleeps.
Enter Oberon.

O.' r. What thou seest, when thou dost wake,

[Squeezes the flower on Titania's eye-Hd*. Do It for thy true-love take; Love and languish for his sake; Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, Fard, or boar with bristled hair, In thy eye that shall appear ~1 When thou wak'st, it is thy dear; '■ Wake, when some vile thing is near. J [Exit. Entet Lysander and Hermia.

Ly*. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the And to speak troth, I have forgot our way ; [wood; We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,

And tarry for the comfort of the day.

Her. Be it so, Lysander, find you out a bed, For I upon this bank will rest my head.

Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for 11s 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.

/..'.>. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence,
Love takes the meaning, in love's conference.
I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit;
So that hut one heart we can make of it ■
Two bosoms interchained with an oath;
So then, two bosoms, and a single troth.
Then, by your side no bed-room me deny;
For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.

Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :—
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride.
If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied.

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