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But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy

Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, Lie further off; in human modesty

But you must flout my insufficiency? Such separation, as, may well be said,

Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid :

In such disdainful manner me to woo.
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend : But fare you well : perforce I must confess,
Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end!

I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
Lys. Amen, Amen, to that fair prayer, say I; 10, that a lady, of one man refus'd,
And then end life, when I end loyalty !

Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! [Exit. Here is my bed : Sleep give thee all his rest! | Lys. She sees not Hermia :-Hermia, sleep thou Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be

there; press'd.

[They sleep. And never may'st thou come Lysander near! Enter Puck.

For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things

The deepest loathing to the stomach brings ; Puck. Through the forest have I gone,

Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
But Athenian found 1 none,

Are hated most of those they did deceive;
On whose eyes I might approve

So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,
This flower's force in stirring love.

Of all be hated; but the most of me!
Night and silence! who is here?

And all my powers, address your love and might,
Weeds of Athens he doth wear :

To honour Helen, and to be her knight! [Exit. This is he, my master said,

Her. (starting. ] Help me, Lysander, help me! Despised the Athenian maid;

do thy best,
And here the maiden, sleeping sound, To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast !
On the dank and dirty ground.

Ah me, for pity!--what a dream was here?
Pretty soul ! she durst not lie

Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear!
Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy.

Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw

And you sat smiling at his cruel prey !
All the power this charm doth owe:

Lysander! what, remov'd ? Lysander ! lord !
When thou wak'st, let love forbid

What, out of hearing ? gone? no sound, no word ? Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.

Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear ; So awake, when I am gone;

Speak, of all loves; I swoon almost with fear. For I must now to Oberon.

Erit. No?-then I well perceive you are not nigh: Enter Demetrius and Helena, running.

Either death, or you, I'll find immediately. [Exit. Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.

ACT JII. Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.

SCENE I.-The same. The Queen of Fairies lying Hel. 0, wilt thou darkling leave me ? do not so.

asleep. Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go.

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

[Erit Demetrius. Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase !

Starveling. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.

Bot. Are we all met ? Happy is Hermia, whereso'er she lies;

Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous conve. For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.

nient place for our rehearsal : This green plot How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears : shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring. If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. house; and we will do it in action, as we will do No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;

it before the duke. For beasts that meet me, run away for fear :

Bot. Peter Quince, Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius

Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom ? Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.

Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus What wicked and dissembling glass of mine

and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne ?-- must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies But who is here ? - Lysander ! on the ground ! cannot abide. How answer you that? Dead ? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound ! Snout. By'rlakin, a parlous fear. Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.

Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out. Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet when all is done. sake.

(Waking. Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, well. Write me a prologue: and let the prologue That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords: Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word

and that Pyramus is not killed indeed : and, for Is that vile name, to perish on my sword ?

the more better assurance, tell them, that I Pyra. Hel. Do not say so, Lysander ; say not 20:

mus am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what This will put them out of fear, though?

| Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content. it shall be written in eight and sis.

Lys. Content with Hermia ? No: I do repent | Bot. No, make it two more ; let it be written in The tedious minutes I with her have spent.

eight and eight. Not Hermia, but Helena I love:

Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion ? Who will not change a raven for a dove ?

Star. I fear it, I promise you. The will of man is by his reason sway'd :

Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with your And reason says you are the worthier maid.

selves : to bring in, God shield us! a lion among Things growing are not ripe until their season : ladies, is a most dreadful thing : for there is not a So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason; more fearful wild-fowl than your lion, living; and And touching now the point of human skill, we ought to look to it. Reason becomes the marshal to my will,

Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell, he And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook

is not a lion. Love's stories, written in love's richest book. | Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery face must be seen through the lion's neck; and he born ?

himself must speak through, saying thus, or to the When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn ? same defect,-Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, you, or, I would request you, or, I would entreat That I did never, no, nor never can,

you, not to fear, not to tremble : my life for yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity 1 Bot. Why do they run away ? this is a kna very of my life: No, I am no such thing, I am a man of them, to make me afeard. as other men are: and there, indeed, let him name

Re-enter Snout. his name; and tell them plainly, he is Snug the joiner.

Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed ! what do I Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard see on thee? things; that is, to bring the moon-light into a Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's head of chamber : for you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet your own; Do you? by moon-light. Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we play

Re-enter Quince. our play?

Quin. Bless thee, Bottom ! bless thee! thou art Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the alma- translated

[Erit. nack; find out moon-shine, find out moon-shine. Bot. I see their knavery : this is to make an ass Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.

of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of the stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk great chamber-window, where we play, open; and up and down here, and I will sing that they shall the moon may shine in at the casement.

hear I am not afraid.

[Sings. Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush

The ousel cock, so black of hue, of thorns and a lantern, and say, he comes to dis

With orange-taroney bill, figure, or to present, the person of moon-shine.

The throstle with his note so true, Then, there is another thing; we must have a

The wren with little quill; wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby, says the story, did talk through the chink Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery of a wall.

bed?

(Waking Snug. You never can bring in a wall. What say

Bot. The finch, the sparron, and the lark, you, Bottom ?

The plain-song cuckoo gray, Bot. Some man or other must present wall: and

Whose note full many a man doth mark, let him have some plaster, or some lome, or some

And dares not answer, nay; rough-cast about him, to signify wall; or let him hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a Pyramus and Thisby whisper.

bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, cuckoo, never so? sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again : parts. Pyramus, you begin : when you have spoken Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note, your speech, enter into that brake; and so every So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; one according to his cue.

And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me, Enter Puck behind.

On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee.

Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swag. reason for that: And yet, to say the truth, reason gering here,

and love keep little company together now-a-days: So near the cradle of the fairy queen ?

The more the pity, that some honest neighbours What, a play toward ? I'll be an auditor;

will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.

occasion. Quin. Speak, Pyramus :-Thisby, stand forth. Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours srcet, Bot. Not so, neither : but if I had wit enough to Quin. Odours, odours.

get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine Pyr. odours savours sweet.

own turn. So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.

Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go ; But, hark, a voice ! stay thou but here a while,

Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. And by and by I will to thee appear.

(Exit. I am a spirit, of no common rate; Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here ! The summer still doth tend upon my state.

Aside.-E.it. And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; This. Must I speak now?

I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee; Quin. Ay, marry, must you: for you must un. And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, derstand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep. and is to come again.

And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily white of hue. That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.

of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, Peas-blossom ! Cobweb! Moth ! and Mustard seed! Most brisky juvenal, and eke most lovely Jen,

Enter four Fairies.
As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire,
I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.

1 Fai. Ready.
Quin. Ninus' tomb, man: Why you must not 2 Fai. And I.
speak that yet ; that you answer to Pyramus : you 3 Fai,

And I. speak all your part at once, cues and all.-Pyramus 4 Fai.

Where shall we go? enter; your cue is past; it is, never tire.

Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;

Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ; Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass's head.

Feed him with apricocks and dewberries; This. 0,-As true as truest horse, that yet would With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; never tire.

The honey bags steal from the humble-bees, Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine : - And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, Quin. O monstrous ! O strange! we are haunted. And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, Pray, masters ! fly, masters! help!

To have my love to bed, and to arise ;

"Ereunt Clowns. And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round. To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes: Through bog, through bush, through brake, Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. through brier;

1 Fai. Hail, mortal! Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,

2 Fai. Hail ! A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire;

3 Fai, Hail ! And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and 4 Fai. Hail ! burn,

Bot. I cry your worship's mercy, heartily. I be Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. seech your worship's name.

[Erit.

Cob. Cobweb.

Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, And kill me too. good master Cobweb: If I cut my finger, I shall The sun was not so true unto the day, make bold with you.-Your name, honest gentle. As he to me: Would he have stol'n away man?

From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon, Peas. Peas-blossom.

This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash, May through the center creep, and so displease your mother, and to master Peas cod, your father. Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes. Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire you of It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him; more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech So should a murderer look ; so dead, so grim. you, sir?

Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so Mus. Mustard-seed.

should I, Bot. Good master Mustard seed, I know your pa- Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty : tience well : that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, hath devoured many a gentleman of your house : I As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he? water ere now. I desire you more acquaintance, Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me ? good master Mustard seed.

Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds. Tita. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'st me past bower.

the bounds The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then ? And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, Henceforth be never number'd among men! Lamenting some enforced chastity.

Oh ! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake; Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake,

(Breunt. And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch!

Could not a worm, an adder, do so much ?
SCENE II.-Another Part of the Wood. An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Enter Oberon.

Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.

Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd;

mood : Then, what it was that next came in her eye,

I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Which she must dote on in extremity.

Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. Enter Puck.

Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefore ?
Here comes my messenger. How now, mad spirit ? Her. A privilege, never to see me more...
What night-rule now about this haunted grove? And from thy hated presence part I so:

Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love, See me no more, whether he be dead or no.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,

[Erit. While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,

Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein: A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,

Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,

So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow Were met together to rehearse a play,

For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.

Which now, in some slight measure it will pay, The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, If for his tender here I make some stay. Who Pyramus presented, in their sport

[Lies donn. Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake:

Obe. What hast thou done ? thou hast mistaken When I did him at this advantage take,

quite, An ass's now! I fixed on his head;

And laid the love-juice on some true love's sight: Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,

Of thy misprision must perforce ensue And forth my mimick comes : When they him spy, Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,

Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holdOr russet-pated choughs, many in sort,

ing troth, Rising and cawing at the gun's report

A million fail, confounding oath on oath. Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;

Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, So at his sight, away his fellows fly :

And Helena of Athens look thou find : And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear. Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus By some illusion see thou bring her here; strong,

I'll charm his eyes, against she do appear. Made senseless things begin to do them wrong : Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go; For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. [Erit. Somne, sleeves; some, hats : from yielders all things Obe. Flower of this purple die, I led them on in this distracted fear,

[catch.

Hit with Cupid's archery, and left sweet Pyramus translated there :

Sink in apple of his eye! When in that moment (so it came to pass)

When his love he doth espy, Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass.

Let her shine as gloriously Obe. This falls out better than I could devise.

As the Venus of the sky. But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes

When thou wak'st, if she be by, With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?

Beg of her for remedy.
Puck. I took him sleeping,-that is finish'd too,--

Re-enter Puck.
And the Athenian woman by his side;
That when he wak'd, of force she must be ey'd. Puck. Captain of our fairy band,

Helena is here at hand,
Enter Demetrius and Hermia.

And the youth mistook by me,
Obe. Stand close ; this is the same Athenian. Pleading for a lover's fee;
Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. Shall we their fond pageant see ?
Dem. 0, why rebuke you him that love you so ? Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

| Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make,
Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee Will cause Demetrius to awake.
worse ;

Puck. Then will two at once, woo one; For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse.

That must needs be sport alone; If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,

And those things do best please me, Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,

That befal preposterously.

Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy!
Enter Lysander and Helena.

Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three, Lys. Why should you think, that I shonid woo To fashion this false sport in spite of me. in scorn ?

Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid ! Scorn and derision never come in tears :

Have you conspir'd, have you with these contrir'd Look, when I vow, I weep : and vows so born, To bait me with this foul derision ? In their nativity all truth appears.

Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, How can these things in me seem scorn to you, The sister's vows, the hours that we have spent, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? When we have chid the hasty-footed time Hel. You do advance your cunning more and For parting us,-0, and is all forgot ? more.

All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, These vows are Hermia's; Will you give her o'er ? Have with our neelds created both one flower, Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, weigh:

Both warbiing of one song, both in one key; Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Will even weigh; and both as light as tales.

Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. Like to a double cherry, seeming parted ; Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er. But yet a union in partition, Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. Two lovely berries moulded on one stem : Dem. (awaking.] O Helen, goddess, nymph, per. So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; fect, divine !

Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Due but to one, and crowned with one crest. Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show

And will you rend our ancient love asunder, Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! To join with men in scorning your poor friend? That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly : Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it; When thou hold'st up thy hand: 0 let me kiss Though I alone do feel the injury. This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss !

Her. I am amazed at your passionate words: Hel. O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me. To set against me, for your mertiment.

Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, If you were civil, and knew courtesy,

To follow me, and praise my eyes and face ? You would not do me thus much injury.

And made your other love, Demetrius, Can you not hate me, as I know you do,

(Who even but now did spurn me with his foot, But you must join, in souls, to mock me too ? To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, If you were men, as men you are in show,

Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he this You would not use a gentle lady so;

To her he hates ? and wherefore doth Lysander To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, Deny your love, so rich within his soul, When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. And tender me, forsooth, affection; You both are rivals, and love Hermia;

But by your setting on, by your consent ? And now both rivals, to mock Helena :

What though I be not so in grace as you, A trim exploit, a manly enterprize,

So hung upon with love, so fortunate; To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes,

But miserable most, to love unlov'd ? With your derision ! none, of noble sort,

This you should pity, rather than despise. Would so offend a virgin ; and extort

Her. I understand not what you mean by this. A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.

Hel. Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks, Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so;

Make mows upon me, when I turn my back; For you love Hermia: this, you know, I know : Wink at each other ; hold the sweet jest up: And here, with all good will, with all my heart, This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;

If you have any pity, grace, or manners, And yours of Helena to me bequeath,

You would not make me such an argument. Whom I do love, and will do to my death.

But, fare ye well: 'tis partly mine own fault; Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy.

Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none: | Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse;
If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.

My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena !
My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojourn'd; Hel. O excellent !
And now to Helen is it home return'd,

Her.

Sweet, do not scorn her so. There to remain.

Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel.
Lys.
Helen, it is not so.

Lys. Thou canst com pel no more than she enDem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know,

treat; Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.

Thy threats have no more strength, than her weak Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. Helen, I love thee; by my life I do ; [prayers.-

I swear by that which I will lose for thee,
Enter Hermia.

To prove him false, that says I love thee not. Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function Dem. I say, I love thee more than he can do. takes,

Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. The ear more quick of apprehension makes;

Dem. Quick, come, Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,

Her." Lysander, whereto tends all this? It pays the hearing double recompense :

Lys. Away, you Ethiop! Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;

Dem.

No, no, sir :-- he will Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound. Seem to break loose ; take on, as you would follow; But why unkindly didst thou leave me so? (to go? Put yet come not : You are a tame man, go !

Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thoú burr : vile thing Her. What love could press Lysander from my

let loose ; side ?

Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent. Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him bide, Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change Fair Helena, who more engilds the night

Sweet love!

(is this, Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.

Lys.

Thy love ? out, tawny Tartar, out! Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee Out, loathed medicine ! hated potion, hence ! know,

Her. Do you not jest ? The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so?

Hel.

Yes, 'sooth; and so do you Her. You speak not as you think ; it cannot be. Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee.

Dem. I would, I had your bond; for, I perceive, Lys.

Now she holds me not ; A weak bond holds you; l'll not trust your word. Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose right, Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill Or thine or mine, is most in Helena. her dead ?

Dem. Follow ? nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.

jole.

[Ereunt Lys. and Dem. Her. What, can you do me greater harm, than Her. You, mistress, all this coil is long of you: hate ?

Nay, go not back.
Hate me! wherefore ? O me! what news, my love ? Hel.

I will not trust you, I;
Am not I Hermia ? Are not you Lysander ? Nor longer stay in your curst company.
I am as fair now, as I was erewhile.

Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray; Since night, you lov'd me; yet, since night you My legs are longer though, to run away. (Exil. left me:

Her. I am amaz'd, and know not what to say. Why, then you left me,-0, the gods forbid

[Erit, pursuing Helena. In earnest, shall I say?

Obe. This is thy negligence : stíll thou mistak'st, Lys. Ay, by my life;

Or else commit'st thy knaveries wilfully. And never did desire to see thee more.

Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt, Did not you tell me, I should know the man Be certain, nothing truer ; 'tis no jest,

By the Athenian garments he had on?
That I do hate thee, and love Helena.

And so far blameless proves my enterprize,
Her. O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom! That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes :
You thief of love! what, have you come by night, And so far am I glad it so did sort,
And stol'n my love's heart from him?

As this their jangling I esteem a sport.
Hel.

Fine, i'faith !! Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,

Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night; [fight : No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear The starry welkin cover thou anon Impatient answers from my gentle tongue ?

With drcoping fog, as black as Acheron ; Fie, fie ! you counterfeit, you puppet you !

And lead these testy rivals so astray, Her. Puppet! why so? Ay, that way goes the As one come not within another's way. game.

Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, Now I perceive that she hath made compare

Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong; Between our statures, she hath urg'd her height; And sometime rail thou like Demetrius; And with her personage, her tall personage, And from each other look thou lead them thus, Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.- Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep And are you grown so high in his esteem,

With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep: Because I am so dwarfish, and so low?

Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye; How low am I, thou painted maypole ? speak; Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, How low am I? I am not yet so low,

To take from thence all error, with his might, But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight.

Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, When they next wake, all this derision Let her not hurt me: I was never curst;

Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision ; I have no gift at all in shrewishness;

And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, I am a right maid for my cowardice ;

With league, whose date till death shall never end. Let her not strike me : You, perhaps, may think, Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, Because she's something lower than myself,

I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy ; That I can match her.

And then I will her charmed eye release Her.

Lower ! hark, again. From monster's view, and all things shall be peace. Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with I evermore did love you, Hermia,

haste; Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you; For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, Save that, in love unto Demetrius,

And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger ; I told him of your stealth unto this wood:

At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and He follow'd you; for love, I follow'd him.

there, But he hath chid me hence; and threaten'd me Troop home to church-yards : damned spirits all, To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too :

That in cross-ways and floods have burial, And now, so you will let me quiet go,

Already to their wormy beds are gone; To Athens will I bear my folly back,

For fear lest day should look their shames upon, And follow you no further : Let me go:

They wilfully themselves exile from light, You see how simple and how fond I am.

And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night. Her. Why, get you gone : Who is't that hinders

Obe. But we are spirits of another sort : you?

I with the morning's love have oft made sport; Hel. A foolish heart that I leave here behind. And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Her. What, with Lysander ?

Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red, Hel.

With Demetrius. Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Lys. Be not afraid: she shall not harm thee, Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams. Helena.

But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay : Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you take her We may effect this business yet ere day. part.

[Brit Oberon. Hel. O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd: Puck. Up and down, up and down; She was a vixen, when she went to school ;

I will lead them up and down: And, though she be but little, she is fierce.

I am fear'd in field and town; Her. Little again ? nothing but low and little ?-- Goblin, lead them up and down. Why will you suffer her to flout me thus ?

| Here comes one. Let me come to her.

Enter Lysander. Lys.

Get you gone, you dwarf ; You minimus, of hind'ring knot-grass made;

Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak You bead, you acorn.

thou now. Dein. You are too officious,

Puck. Here villain ; drawn and ready. Where In her behalf that scorns your services.

art thou ? Let her alone; speak not of Helena;

Lys. I will be with thee straight. Take not her part: for if thou dost intend

Puck.

Follow me then Never so little show of love to her,

To plainer ground. Thou shalt aby it.

(Exit Lys. as following the voice.

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