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You, of your wife; and me, of my confent ;
Of my consent, that she should be your wife.

Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
Of this their purpose hither to this wood;
And I in fury hither follow'd them ;
Fair Helena in fancy following me,
But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,
But by some power it is, my love to Hermia
Is melted as the snow; seems to me now
As the remembrance of an idle gaude,
Which in my childhood I did doat upon:
And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
The object and the pleasure of mine eye,
Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
Was I betrothed ere I Hermia faw;
But like a sickness did I loath this food;
But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
Now do I wish it, love it, long for it;
And will for ever more be true to it.

Thef. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met : Of this discourse we shall hear more anon. Egeus, I will over-bear your will ; For in the temple, by and by with us, These couples shall eternally be knit; And for the morning now is something worn, Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside. Away, with us to Athens; three and three, We'll hold a feast in great folemnity. Come, Hippolita. [Exeunt Duke, Hippol. and Train,

Dem. These things seem small and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.

Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted Eye; When every thing seems double.

Hel. So, methinks ;

6 Gaude or bawble.

Mr. Pope.

* And I have found Demetrius like a Gemell, Mine own, and not mine own.

Dem. It seems to me,
That yet we neep, we dream. Do not you think,
The Duke was here, and bid us follow him?

Her. Yea, and my father.
Hel. And Hippolita.
Lyf. And he did bid us follow to the temple.

Dem. Why then, we are awake ; let's follow him; And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. [Exeunt.


As they go out, Bottom wakes. Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer. My next is, Moft fair Pyramus hey, ho, Peter Quince, Flute the bellows-mender! Snout the tinker! Starveling! god's my life! stoll'n hence, and left me alleep? I have had a most rare vision. I had a dream, past the wit of man to fay what dream it was:

7 And I have found Demetrius like a JEWEL,

Mine own, and not mine orun ] Hermia had observed that ihings appeared double to her. Helena replies, so merhinks; and then subjoins, that Demetrius was like a jewel, her own and not her own. He is here, then, compared to some thing wbich had the property of appearing to be one thing when it was another. Not the property fure of a Jewel: or, if you will, of none but a false one. We should read.

And I have found Demetrius like a GEMELL,

Mine own, and not my own. From Gemellus a Twin. For Demetrius had that night acted two such different parts, that the could hardly think them both played by one and the same Dimetrius; but that there were twin Demetrius's like the two Socia's in the Farce. -- From Gemellus comes the French, Gemeau or Jumeau, and in the feminine, Gemelle or 7 umelle : So in Macon's tranNation of the Decameron of Bocace - Il avoit trois filles plus ange'es que les malles, des quelles les deux qui estoient J UMELLES avoient quinze ans. Quatrieme jour. Nov. 3.


man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was, there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had, — But man is but a patch'd fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream; it shall be callid Bottoon's Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will fing it in the latter end of a play before the Duke ; peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it (a) after Death.

[Exit. S C E N E ' IV. i

Changes to the Town. Enter Quince, Flute, Snout, and Starveling. Quin. D AVE you sent to Bottom's house ? is he

Il come home yet? Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is transported.

Flu. If he come not, then the play is marrd. It goes not forward, doth it?

Quin. It is not possible; you have not a man, in all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he

Flu. No, he hath simply the best wit of any handycraft man in Athens.

Quin. Yea, and the best person too; and he is a very paramour for a sweet voice.

Flu. You must say, paragon ; a paramour is (God bless us !) a thing of naught.

Enter Snug. Snug. Mafters, the Duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies more ((a) after Death, Mr. Theobald, - Vulg. at ber Dearb.]


married ; if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made men.

Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! thus hath he loft sixpence a-day during his life; he could not have 'scap'd six-pence a-day; an the Duke had not given him fixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hang'd: he would have deserv'd it. Six-pence a-day, in Pyramus, or nothing.

Enter Bottom. Bot. Where are these lads? where are these hearts ?

Quin. Bottom! most courageous day! O most happy hour!

Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders, but ask me not what; for if I tell you, I am no true Atbenian. I will tell you every thing as it fell out.

Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.

Bot. Not a word of me; all I will tell you is, that the Duke hath dined. Get your apparel together, good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your pumps; meet presently at the palace, every man look o'er his part ; for the short and the long is, our play is preferr'd: in any case, let Thisby have clean linnen ; and let not him, that plays the lion, pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the lion's claws; and, most dear actors ! eat no onions, nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet breath ; and I do not doubt to hear them say, it is a moft sweet comedy. No more words; away ; go away.




The P A LAC E. Enter Theseus, Hippolita, Egeus, and his Lords.

HIPPOLITA. 'TIS strange, my Theseus, what these lovers speak of. 1 Tbes. More strange than true. I never may

believe These antick fables, nor these fairy toys; Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. “ The lunatick, the lover, and the poet, • Are of imagination all compact: « One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; “ The madman. . While the lover, all as frantick, “ Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt. " The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rowling, « Doth glance from heav'n to earth, from earth to

heav'n; “ And, as imagination bodies forth • The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen “ Turns them to shape, and gives to aiery nothing " A local habitation and a name. “ Such tricks hath strong imagination, " • That if it would but apprehend some joy, “ It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night imagining some fear, How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear?

Hip. But all the story of the night told over,

That if he would but apprehend ] The Quarto of 1600 reads, That if it i. e. the imagination; and this is right.


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