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Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek I know not by what power I am made bold;
so pale ? Nor how it may concern my modesty,
How chance the roses there do fade so fast ? In such a presence here, to plead my thoughts : Her. Belike, for want of rain; which I could well But I beseech your grace that I may know Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. The worst that may befall me in this case,
Lys. Ah mo! for aught that ever I could read, If I refuse to wed Demetrius.
Could ever hear by tale or history, The. Either to die the death, or to abjure The course of true love never did run smooth : For ever the society of men.
But, either it was different in blood; Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low! Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years ; Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, Her. O spite! too old to be engaged to young! You can endure the livery of a nun;
Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends: For ayer to be in shady cloister mew'd,
Her. O hell! to choose love by another's eye! To live a barren sister all your life,
Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it; Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, Making it momentanys as a sound, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage :
Swifi as a shadow, short as any dream; But earthlier happy? is the rose distillid,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. And ere a man hath power to say,-Behold!
Her.' So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, The jaws of darkness do devour it up; Ere I will yield my virgin patent up
So quick bright things come to confusion. Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke
Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, My soul consents not to give govereignty.
It stands as an edict in destiny: The. Take time to pause: and, by the next new Then let us teach our trial patience, moon,
Because it is a customary cross; (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, For everlasting bond of fellowship,)
Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's' followers. Upon that day either prepare to die,
Lys. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me, For disobedience to your father's will;
Hermia. Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would :
I have a widow aunt, a dowager Or on Diana's altar to protest,
Of great revenue, and she haih no child: For aye, austerity and single life.
From Athens is her house remote seven leagues ; Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia ;-And, Lysander, And she respects me as her only son. yield
There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee; Thy crazed title to my certain right.
And to that place the sharp Athenian law
Ege. Scornful Lysander ! true, he hath my love, And in the wood, a league without the town
There will I stay for thee
My good Lysander! As well possess'd; my love is more than his; I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow; My fortunes every way as fairly rank’d,
By his best arrow with the golden head; If not with vantage, as Demetrius';
By the simplicity of Venus' doves ; And, which is more than all these boasts can be, By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves; I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia :
And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen, Why should not I then prosecute my right? When the false Trojan under sail was seen; Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,
By all the vows that ever men have broke, Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,
In number more than women ever spoke ;And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, In that same place thou hast appointed me, Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. Upon this spotted and inconstant man.
Lys. Keep promise, love: Look, here comes The. I must confess, that I have heard so much,
Helena. And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof;
Enter HELENA. But, being over-full of self-affairs,
Her. God speed sair Helena! Whither away? My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come: Hel. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. And come, Egeus; you shall go with me, Demetrius loves your fair :' O happy fair! I have some private schooling for you both. Your eyes are lode-stars ;tu and your tongue's For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself
sweet air To fit your fancies to your father's will;
More tuneable ihan lark to shepherd's ear, Or else the law of Athens yields you up.
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear, (Which by no means we may extenuate)
Sickness is catching; 0, were favour!l so! To death, or to a vow of single life.
Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go ; Come, my Hippolyta : What cheer, my love ? My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, Pemetrius, and Egeus, go along :
My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet mee I must employ you in some business
lody. Against our nuptial; and confer with you
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, of something nearly that concerns yourselves.
The rest I'll give to be to you translated. 12
*Fair il lena in funcy following me.?
ploits before the Trojan war, and consequently long be1 Ever.
fore the death of Dido. 2 Earthlier happy for earthly happier, which Capel 9 Fair for fairness, beauty. Very common in writers propused to substitute.
of Shakspeare's age. 3 as spotliss is innocent, so spotted is wicked. 10 The lodı-star is the leading or guiding star, that is 4 Bew, give, afford, or doign lo allow.
the polar star. The maguet is for the same reason cal. 5 Mome
led the love-stone. 6 Blackened, as with smut, coal, &c.; figuratively, 11 Countenance, feature. darkened. See Othello, Act ii. Sc. 3.
12 i. a. changed, transformed
0, teach me how you look; and with what art Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name, You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in
Her. I' frown upon him, yet he loves me still.. our interlude before the duke and duchess, on his Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles wedding-day at night. such skill!
But. First, good Peter Quince, say what the Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love, play treats on ; then read the names of the actors, Hel. O, that my prayers could such affection and so grow to a point. move!
Quin. Marry, our play is—The most lamentaHer. The more I hate, the more he follows me. ble comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. Thisby. Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. Bot. A very good piece of work,
you, Hel. None, but your beauty; 'Would that fault and a merry.--Now, good Peter Quince, call forth were mine!
your actors by the scroll: Masters, spread yourHer, Take comfort; he no more shall see my selves.
Quin. Answer, as I call you.-Nick Bottom, Lysander and myself will fly this place.
the weaver. Before the time I did Lysander see,
Bot. Ready: Name what part I am for, and Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:
proceed. O then, what graces in my love do dwell,
Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pye That he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell !
Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: Bot. What is Pyramus ? a lover, or a tyrant ? To-morrow night when Phæbe doth behold
Quin. A lover, that kills himself mosi gallantly Her silver visage in the wat’ry glass,
for love. Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass
Bot. That will ask some tears in the true per(A time that lovers' fights doth still conceal,) forming of it: If I do it, let the audience look to Through Athens' gates have we devis'd to steal. their eyes; I will more storms, I will condole in
Her. And in the wood, where often you and I some measure. To the rest :--Yet my chief hu. Upon faint primrose beds were wont to lie, mour is for a tyrant: I could play Ercles raroly, Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet, or a part to tear a cat in, to make all split. There my Lysander and myself shall meet:
“ The raging rocks, And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes,
With shivering shocks, To seek new friends and suranger companies.
Shall break the locks Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us,
Of prison gates : And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius!
And Phibbus' car Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight
Shall shine from far, From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight.
And make and mar [Erit Herm.
The foolish fates." Lys. I will, my Hermia.-Helcna, adieu : This was lofty !--Now name the rest of the players. As you on him, Demetrius dote on you !
--This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is
[Erit LYSANDER. more condoling.
Quin. You must take Thisby on you.
Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. So I, admiring of his qualities.
Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman ; I Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
have a beard coming. Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Quin. That's all one ; you shall play it in a Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; mask, and you may speak as small as you will. I And therefore is winged Cupid painted bland; Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby Nor haib love's mind of any judgment taste; 100: I'll speak in a monstrous little voice ;- Thinne, Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste : Thisne-Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy Thishga And therefore is love said to be a child,
dear! and lady doar ! Because in choice he is so oft begwild.
Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus; and, As waggish boys in game' themselves forswear, Flute, you Thisby. So the boy love is perjur'd every where:
Bot. Well, proceed. For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,? Quin. Robin Sturveling, the tailor. He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine: Stur. Here, Peter Quince. And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did melt. morber.- Tom Snout, the linker. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's Hight;
Snout. Here, Peter Quince. Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night,
Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thisby's Pursue her; and for this intelligence
father ;--Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part: If I have thanks, it is a dear expense :
and, I hope, here is a play bitted. But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
Snug. Have you the lion's part written ? pray To have his sight thither and back again. (Exit. you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study. SCENE U. The same. A Room in a Coltage.
Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing
but roaring. Enter SNUG, Bortom, FLUTE, Sxour, QUINCE, and STARVELING.3
Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that
I will do any man's heart good to hear me ; I will Quin. Is all our company here?
Bot. You were best to call them generally, man exclude bi inferiors from all possibility of di-incrion by man, according to the scrip.
He is therefore desirou to play Pyramius, Thisbe, and
the Lion, at the same time. 1 Sport.
4 Probably a burlesque upon the titles of some of our 3 In this scene Shakspeare takes advantage of his old Dramas. knowledge of the theatre, to ridicule the prejudices and
5 This passage shows how the want of women on the competitions of the players. Bottom, who is generally old stage was supplied. In they had not a young man acknowledged the principal actor, declares his inclina who could perform the part with a face that might pang tion to be for a tyrant, for a part of fury, tumule, and for feminine, the character was acted in a mask, which noise, such as every young man pants to perform when was at that time a part of a läly's dress, and so much he first appears upon the stage. The same Bottom, in use that it did not give any unusual appearance in the who seems bred in a tiring-room, has another histrioni. scene; and he that could modulate his voice to a female cal passion. He is for engrossing every part, and would' tone might play the woman very successfully.
roar, that I will make the duke say, Let him roar In their gold coats spots you see ; again, Let him roar again.
Those be rubies, fairy favours, Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you would In those freckles live their savors : fright the duchess and the ladies, thai they would I must go seek some dewdrops here, shriek; and that were enough to hang us all. And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
All. That would hang us every mother's son. Farewell, thou loblo of spirits, I'll be gone; Bot. I grant you, friends, it that you should Our queen and all her elves come here anon. [right the ladies out of their wits, they would have Puck. The king doth keep his revels here tono more discretion but to hang us: but I will ay night; gravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently Take heed the queen come not within his sight. as any sucking dove ; I will roar you an! 'twere For Oberon is passing fell and wrath, any nightingale.
Because that she, as her attendant, hath Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus : for A lovely boy, stoln from an Indian king; Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as She never had so sweet a changeling: one shall see in a summer's day; à most lovely, And jealous Oheron would have the child gentleman-like man; therefore you must needs Knight of his train, to trace the forest wild. play Pyramus.
But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy, Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard Crowns' him with flowers, and makes him all her were I best to play it in ?
joy: Quin. Why, what you will.
And now they never meet in grove, or green, Bot. will discharge it in either your straw-co- By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen," loured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your pur. But they do square ; 13 that all their elves, for fear, ple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-colour Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there. beard, your perfect yellow.?
Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making Quin. Some of your French crowns have no hair quite, at all, and then you will play bare-faced. But, or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, masters, here are your paris : and I am to entreat Callid Robin Good-fellow: are you not he, you, request you, and desire you, to con them by That fright the maidens of the villagery: io-morrow night; and meet me in the palace wood, Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern," a mile without the town, by moon-light; there will And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; we rehearse: for if we meet in the city, we shall And sometime make the drink to bear no barm; be dogg'd with company, and our devices known. Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm? In the mean time I will draw a bill of properties,' Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, such as our play wants. I
fail me not. You do their work ;16 and they shall have good luck. Bot. We will meet; and ihere we may rehearse Are not you he ? more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains ; Puck.
Thou speak'st aright; be perfect, adieu.
I am that merry wanderer of the night. Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.
I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, Bot. Enough; Hold, or cut bow-strings:
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl,
In very likeness of a roasted crab;!'
And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, SCENE I. A Wood near Athens. Enter a Fairy And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. at one door; and Puck at another.
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And tailor cries, he and falls into a cough ;
And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe: Thorough flood, thorough fire.
And yexen!in their mirth, and neeze, and swear I do wander every where,
A merrier hour was never wasted there.Swifter than the moones sphere ;
But room, Faery, here comes Oberon. And I serve the fairy queen,
Fai. And here my mistress :-'Would that ho To dew her orbs?
were gone! upon The cowslips tall her pensionersk be;
11 A changeling was a child changed by a fairy; it I As if.
here means one stolen or got in exchange. 2 It seems to have been a custom to stain or dye the 12 Shining. beard.
13 Quarrel, For the probable cause of the use of 3 This allusion to the Corona Veneris, or baldness square for quarrel, see Mr. Douce's Illustrations, vol. i. attendant upon a particular stage of, what was then termed, the French disease, is too frequent in Shak. 14 A quern was a handmill. speare, and is here explained once for all.
15 And if that the bowle of curds and creame were 4 Articles required in performing a play.
not duly set out for Robin Goodfellow, the frier, and 5 To meet whether bowstrings hold or are cut is to Sisse the dairy-maid, why then either the pottage was meet in all events. But the origin of the phrase has burnt next day in the pot, or the cheeses would not not been satisfactorily explained.
curdle, or the butter would not come, or the ale in the 6 So Drayton, in his Nymphidia, or Court of Fairy: fat never would have good head. But if a Peeterpenny, • Thorough brake, thorough briar,
or an housle-egg were behind, or a patch of tythe un. Thorough muck, thorough mire,
paid,--then ware of bull-beggars, spirits,' &c. Thorough water, thorough fire.
16 Milton refers to these traditions in L'Allegro. 7 The orbs here mentioned are those circles in the 17 Wild ample. herbage commonly called fairy-rings, the cause of 18 Dr. Johnson thought he remembered to have heard which is not yet certainly known.
this ludicrous exclamation upon a person's seat slipping 8 The allusion is to Elizabeth's band of gentlemen from under him. He that slips from his chair falls as a pensioners, who were chosen from among the hand. tailor squats upon his board. Hanmer thought the pas. somest and tallest young men of family and fortune ; sage corrupt, and proposed to read 'rails or cries. they were dressed in habits richly garnished with gold 19 The old copy reads: 'And waren in their mirth, lace.
&c.' Though a gliminering of sense may be extracted 9 In the old comedy of Doctor Dodypoll, 1600, an en- from this passage as it stands in the old copy, it seems chanter says,
most probable that we should read, as Dr. Farmer pro. 'Twas I that led you through the painted meads poseti, yeren. To yer is to hiccup, and is so explained Where the light fairies danc'd upon the flowers, in all the old dictionaries. The meaning of the passage Hanging on every leaf an orient pearl.'
will then be, that the objects of Puck's waggery laughed 10 Lubber or clown. Lob, lubcock, Tooby, and lubber, till their laughter ended in a yer or hiccup. Puck is all denote inactivity of body and dulness of mind,
speaking with an affectation of ancient phraseology,
SCENE II. Enter Oberon, at one door, with his And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown,
Train, and TITANIA, at another, with hers. An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set : The spring,
The childing autumn, Tita. What, jealous Oberon? Fairy, skip hence;
angry winter, changeli I have forsworn his bed and company.
Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world, Obe. Tarry, rash wanton: Am not I thy lord ?
By their increase,
now knows not which is which: Tila. Then I must be thy lady: But I know
And this same progeny of evils comes When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,
From our debaie, from our dissension; And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
We are their parents and original. Playing on pipes of corn;' and versing love
Obe. Do you amend it then; it lies in you: To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
Why should Titanja cross her Oberon? Come from the farthest steep of India ?
I do but beg a little changeling boy, But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
To be my henchman,"3
Tita. Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love,
Set your heart at rest, To Theseus must be wedded; and you come
The fairy land buys not the child of me. To give their bed joy and prosperity.
His mother was a vot’ress of my order : Obe. How, canst thou thus, for shame, Titania, And, in the spiced Indian air, by night, Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Full often hath she gossip'd by my side Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ?
And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering When we have laugh’d to see the sails conceive,
Marking the embarked traders on the flood; night From Perigenia, whom he ravished ?
And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind; And make him with fair Ægle break his faith,
Which shc, with pretty and with swimming gait With Ariadne, and Antiopa ??
Following (her womb, then rich with my young Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy:
squire,) And never, since the middle summer's spring,”
Would imiiate; and sail upon the land, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,
To fetch me trifles, and return again, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,
As from a voyage, rich with merchandise. Or on the beached margent of the sea,
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy; But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. And, for her sake, I will not part with him. Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
Obe. How long within this wood intend you stay? As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day. Contagious fogs; which falling in the land,
If you will patiently dance in our round, Have every pelting* river made so proud,
And see our moon-light revels, go with us ; That they have overborne their continents : 5
If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
Ohe. Give me that hoy, and I will go with thee. The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn We shall chide down-right, if I longer stay.
Tita. Not for thy fairy kingdom.-Fairies, away: Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard : The fold stands empiy in the drowned field,
[Exeunt TITANJA and her Train. And crows are fatted with the murrain flock;
Obe. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this The nine men's morriso is fill'd up with mud;
grove, And the quaint mazes in the wanton green,
Till I torment thee for this injury. For lack of tread, are undistinguishable :
My gentle Puck, come hither: Thou remember'st The human mortals? want their winter here;8
Since once I sat upon a promontory, No night is now with hymn or carol blest:
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; That rheumatic diseases do abound:
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, And thorough this distemperature, we see
To hear the sea-maid's musick. The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
I remember. Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose;
Obe. That very time I saw (but thou could'st
Flying between the cold moon and the earth, i The shepherd boys of Chaucer's time had
Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took
At a fair vestal,14 throned by the west; And pipes made of grone corne.' 2 See the Life of Theseus in North's Translation of Plutarch. Ægle, Ariadne, and Antiopa were all at dir. Forladen with the isycles, that dangled up and downe, ferent times mistresses to Theseus. 'The name of Pe. Upon his gray and huurie beard, and snowie frozen rigune is translated by North Perigouna.
croirne.' 3 Spring seems to be here used for beginning. The 10 Autumn producing flowers unseasonably upon spring of day is used for the dawn of day in K. Henry those of Summer. IV. Part II.
11 The confusion of seasons here described is no more 4. A very common epithet with our old writers, to sig. than a poetical account of the weather which happened nify paltry; palling appears to have been its original in England about the time when the Midsummer Night's orthography.
Dream was written. The date of the piece may be de. 5 i. e. borne down the banks which contain them. termined by Churchyard's description of the same kind
6 A rural game, played by making holes in the ground of weather in his · Charitie,' 1595. Shakspeare fanciin the angles and sides of á square, and placing stones fully ascribes this distemperature of seasons to a quar. or other things upon them, according to certain rules. rel between the playful rulers of the fairy world ; These figures are called nine men's morris, or merrils, Churchyarıl, broken down by age and mi-törtunes, is because each party playing has nine men; they were seriously di posed to represent it as a judgment from generally cut upon turl, and were consequently choked the Almighty on the offences of mankind. up with mud in rainy seasong.
12 Produce. So in Shak-peare' 97th Sonnet; 7 Human mortals is a mere pleonasm; and is neither • The treming Autunun, big with rich increase, put in opposition to fairy mortals nor to human immor. Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime.' tals, according to Steevens and Riton. It is simply 13 Page of honour. the language of a fairy speaking or men. See Mr. 14 It is well known that a compliment to Queen Ell. Douce's Illustrations, vol. i. p. 155.
zabeth was intended in this very beautiful passage. 8 Theobald proposed to read their winter cheer.' Warburton has attempted to show that by the mermaid
9 This singular image was probably suggested to the in the prerediog linen, Mary Queen of Scots was in. poet by Golding's translation of Ovid, B. .:
tended." Itig argued with his usual fanciful ingenuity, And lastly quaking for the colde, stoode Winter all but will not bear the test of examination, and has been forlorne,
satisfactorily coptroverted. It afpears to have been no With rugged head as white as dove, and garments all uncommon practice to introduce a compliment w Elle 10-forne,
zabeth in the body of a play.
And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, Then how can it be said, I am alone,
Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat’ry moon;
brakes, And the imperial vot'ress passed on,
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. In maiden meditation, fancy-free.'
Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd; It fell upon a little western flower, –
Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound, The dove pursues the griffin ; the mild hind And inaidens call it, love-in-idleness.?
Makes speed to catch the liger. Bootless speed ! Fetch me that fower: the herb I show'd thee once : When cowardice pursues, and valour flies. The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid,
Dem, I will not stay thy questions ; let me go : Will make or man or woman madly dote
Or, if thou follow me, do not believe Upon the next live creature that il sees.
But I shall do thee mischief in the wood. Fetch me this herb: and be thou here again, Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, Ere the leviathan can swim a league.
You do me mischief. Fye, Demetrius! Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex In forty ininutes.
(Exit Puck. We cannot fight for love, as men may do Obe. Having once this juice,
We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,
I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, And drop the liquor of it in her eyes :
To die upon the hand I love so well. The next thing then she waking looks upon,
(Exeunt DEM. and Het (Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,
Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,)
grove, She shall pursue it with the soul of love.
Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love. And ere l' take this charm off from her sight
Re-enter Pock. (As I can take it with another herb,) I'll make her render up her page to me.
Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer. But who comes here ? I am invisible;
Puck. Ay, there it is. And I will overhear their conference.
I pray three, give it me.
I know a bank whereon the wild thyine blows, Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA following him.
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia?
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine: The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me.
There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, Thou told'st me they were stol'n into this wood, Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; And here am I, and wood' within this wood, And there the snake throws her enamel'd skin, Because I cannot meet with Hermia.
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in :
Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;' And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove : Is true as steel; Leave you your power to draw, A sweet Athenian lady is in love And I shall have no power to follow you.
With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes; Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair ? But do it, when the next thing he espies Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth
May be the lady : Thou shalt know the man Tell you—I do not, nor I cannot love you? By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Hel. And even for that do I love you the more. Effect it with some care, that he may prove I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
More fond on her, than she upon her love : The more you beat me, I will fawrı on you: And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, Puck. Fear noi, my lord, your servant shall do so. Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
(Exeunt. Unworthy as I am, to follow you. What worser place can I beg in your love,
SCENE III. Another part of the Wood. Enter (And yet a place of high respect with me,
TITANIA, with her train. Than to be used as you do your dog?
Tita. Come, now a roundel," and a fairy song; Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my Then, for the third part of a minute, hence; spirit;
Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds; For I am sick, when I do look on thee.
Some, war with rear-mice'' for their leathern wings, He. And I am sick, when I look not on you. To make my small elves coats; and some, keep Dem. You do impeach your modesty too much
back To leave the city, and commit yourself
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders Into the hands of one that loves you not ;
At our quaint spirits :" Sing me now asleep; To trust the opportunity of night,
Then to your offices, and let me rest. And the ill counsel of a desert place,
SONG. With the rich worth of your virginity.
Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that. 1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue, It is not night when I do see your face,
Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen; Therefore I think I am not in the night :
Neuts,'? and blindu urms, Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company
Come not near our fairy queen : For you, in my respect, are all the world:
5 i. e. bring it into question. 1 Exempt from the power of love.
6 To die upon, &c. appears to have been used for 'to 2 The tricolored violet, cominonly called pansies, or die in the hand.' heartsea-e, is here meant; one or two of its petals aro 7 The greater cowslip. of a purple colour. It has other fanciful and expressive 8 Steevens thinks this rhyme of man and on a suffi. names, such as--Cuddle me to you; Three faces under cient proof that the broad Scotch pronunciation once a hood; Herb trinity, &c.
prevailed in England. But our ancient poets were not 3 Mad, raving.
particular in making their rhymes correspond in sound, 4 " There is now a dayes a kind of adamant which and I very much doubt a conclusion made upon such draweth unto it fleshe, at the same so strongly, that it slender grounds. hath power to knit and tie together two mouties of con. 9 The roundel, or round, as its name implies, was a trary persons, and draw the heart of a man out of his dance of a circular kind. bodie without offending any part of him.' Certaine 10 Bats.
12 Ents. Secrete Wonders of Nature, by Edward Fenton, 1509.
13 do no utong ,