And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, Peafebloom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardfeed! S C E NE Enter four Fairies. 1 Fair. Ready. 2 Fair. And I. 3 Fair. And I. 4 Fair. And I: where fhall we go? III. Queen. Be kind, and courteous to this gentleman; 1 Fair. Hail, mortal, hail! 2 Fair. Hail! 3 Fair. Hail! Bot. I cry your worship's mercy heartily; I befeech your worship's name. Cob. Cobweb. Bot. I fhall defire of you more acquaintance, good mafter Cobweb; if I cut my finger, I fhall make bold with you. Your name, honeft gentleman. Peafe. Peafebloom. Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash your mother, and to mafter Peafecod your father. Good 1 " Good mafter Peafelloffom, I fhall defire of you more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, Sir. Muf. Muftardfeed. Bot. Good mafter Mustardfeed, I know your (a) parentage well: that fame cowardly giant-like Ox-beef hath devour'd many a gentleman of your houfe. I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I defire more of your acquaintance, good mafter Mustardfeed. Queen. Come, wait upon him, lead him to my bower. The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye; And when the weeps, weep ev'ry little flower, Lamenting fome enforced chastity! Tie up my love's tongue, bring him filently. [Exeunt. SCENE Enter King of Fairies. IV. Ob. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd: Then what it was that next came in her eye, Which the muft doat on in extremity. Enter Puck. Here comes my meffenger! how now, mad fprite, Near to her clofe and confecrated bower, [(a) parentage. Oxford Edit.- Vulg. patience well.] Forfook his fcene, and enter'd in a brake; And forth my minnock comes: when they him spy. And, at our ftamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; I led them on in this diftracted fear, And left fweet Pyramus tranflated there: Ob. This falls out better, than I could devife. Puck. I took him fleeping; that is finish'd too; And the Athenian woman by his fide, That when he wakes, of force fhe must be ey'd. Enter Demetrius and Hermia. Ob. Stand clofe, this is the fame Athenian. Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you fo? Lay breath fo bitter on your bitter foe. Her. Now I but chide, but I fhould use thee worfe For thou, I fear, haft given me cause to curfe: If If thou haft flain Lyfander in his fleep, The fun was not fo true unto the day, As he to me. Would he have stoll'n away It cannot be, but thou haft murther'd him; Dem. So fhould the murther'd look; and fo fhould I, Her. What's this to my Lyfander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? Dem. I'ad rather give his carcafs to my hounds. Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'ft me past the bounds Of maiden's patience. Haft thou slain him then? Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. 2 Her brother's noon tide WITH th' Antipodes.] She fays, The would as foon believe, that the moon, then fhining, could creep through the centre, and meet the fun's light on the other fide the Globe. It is plain therefore we fhould read -I'TH' Antipodes, i. e, in the Antipodes where the fun was then fhining. K 3 Dem. Dem. And if I could, what fhould I get therefore? Her. A privilege never to fee me more ; And from thy hated prefence part I so: See me no more, whether he's dead or no. [Exit. Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein, If for his Tender here I make fome ftay. [Lies down. Some true love turn'd, and not a falfe turn'd true. Puck. Then fate o'er-rules, that, one man holding troth, A million fail, confounding oath on oath. Ob. About the wood go fwifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens, fee, thou find. All fancy-fick fhe is, and pale of cheer; With fighs of love, that coft the fresh blood dear; Hit with Cupid's archery, Enter Puck. Puck. Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, [Exit. And |