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her part.

left me ;

para o Hel. Yes, 'sooth; and so do you.

Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind, Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with Her. What, with Lysander?, thee.

[ceive, Hel. With Demetrius. Dem. I would, I had your bond; for, I


Lys. Be not afraid : she shall not harm thee, to weak bond holds you; I'll not trust your Helena. word.

Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you take Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill

97 her dead?

Hel. O, when she's angry, she is keen and Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.

shrewd : Her. What, can you do me greater harm, than She was a vixen, when she went to school; hate?

And, though she be but little, she is fierce. Hate me! wherefore? O, me! what news, my Her. Little again? nothing but low and little?love?

Why will you suffer her to flout me thus ?
Am I not Hermia ? Are you not Lysander Let me come to her.
I am as fair now, as I was erewhile.

Lys. Get you gone, you dwarf; }
Since night, you lov'd me; yet, since night, you You minimus, of hind'ring knot-grass made

You bead, you acord,
Why, then you left me,- 0, the gods forbid ! Dem. You are too officious

27 1 In earnest, shall I say?

In her behalf, that scorns your services. Lys. Ay, by my life;

Let her alone; speak not of Helena ; + pig anges And never did desire to see thee more.

Take not her part: for, if thoa dost intend jason Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt, Never so little show of love to her, og ogs! l'e certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest,

Thou shalt aby it.: That I do hate thee, and love Helena.

Lys. Now she holds me not;ite!! Her. O, me! you juggler! you canker blossom! Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose rigbt, You thief of love! what, have you come by night, Or thine or mine, is most in Helena. And stol'n my love's heart from him?

Dem. Follow ?


I'll go with thee; cheek Hel. Fine, i'faith!

by jole. 1 [exeunt Lys, and Dem. Ilave you no modesty, no, maiden shame,

Her. You, mistress, all this coil is ’long of you : No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear Nay, go not back. Impatient answers from my gentle tongue?

Hel. I will not trust you, I; Fie, fie ! you counterfeit, you puppet you ! Nor longer stay in your curst company. 12 Her. Puppet! why so? Ay, that way goes Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray;

My legs are longer though, to run away, [exit. Now I perceive that she hath inade comparo, Her. I am amaz'd, and know not what to say. Between our statures, she bath urg'd her beight;

[exit, pursuing Helena. And with her personage, her tall personage, Obe. This is thy negligence: still thou mis. Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with or else commit'st thy knaveries wilfully. (tak'st, him.

Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mnistouk, And are you grown so high in his esteem, Did not you tell me, I should know the man Because I am so dwarfish, and so low?

By the Athenian garments he had on?uspect llow low am I, thou painted maypole? speak; And so far blameless proves my enterprise, lavica How low am I? I am not yet so low,

That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes : But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. And so far am I glad it so did sort,

Hel. I pray you, though you mock me; gentle- As thi their jangling I esteem a sport.s(fight Let her not hurt me: I was never curst; (men; Obe. Thou seest, these Jovers seek a place to I have no gift at all in shrewishness;

Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night; I am a right maid for my cowardice;

The starry welkin cover thou anon, 119 for !!'T Let her not strike me: You, perhaps, may think, With drooping fog, as black as -Acheron : 2) 2851 Because she's something lower than myself, And lead these testy rivals so astray, That I can match her.

As one come not within another's way, this? Her. Lower! hark, again.

Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong; I evermore did love you, Hermia,

And sometime rail thou like Demetrius; Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you; And from each other look thou lead them thus, Save that, in love unto Demetrius,

Till o'er, their broys death counterfeiting sleep I told him of your stealth unto this wood : With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep: He follow'd you ; for love, I follow'd him. Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye; But he hath chid me hence; and threaten’d me Whose liquor hath this virtuous property To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too : To take from thence all error, with his might, And now, so you will let me quiet go,

And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sighito, 5 To Athens will I bear my fully back,

When they next wake, all this devision And follow you no further : let me go : Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision; o'si You see how simple and how fond I am. And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, Her. Why, get you gone : who is't that hin- With league, whose date till death shali never euch ders you ?

Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,

the game.

I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy; That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
And then I will her charmed eye release

And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day! From monster's view, and all things shall be

(lies down

For if but once thou show me thy grey light, peace. Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. (sleeps. haste;

Re-enter Puck and Demetrius. For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho! Coward, why com’st And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;

thou not? At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well I wuta there,

Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place ; Troop home to church-yards : damned spirits all, And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face.

Where art thou ?
That in cross-ways and floods have burial,
Already to their wormy beds are gone;

Puck, Come hither; I am here.
For fear lest day should look their shames upon, Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Tholy shal
They wilfully themselves exile from light,

buy this dear, And must for aye consort with black-brow'd If ever I thy face by day-light see: night.

Now, go thy way.

Faintness constraineth me Obe. But we are spirits of another sort : To measure out my length on this cold bed. I with the morning's love have oft made sport; By day's approach look to be visited. And, like a forester, the groves may tread,

[lies down, sleeps Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red,

Enter Helena. Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night, Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams.

Abate thy hours : shine, comforts, from the But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay :

That I

may back to Athens, by day-light, (east; We may effect this business yet ere day.

From these, that my poor company detest :

[ezit Oberon. And, sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Puck. Up and down, up and down ;

Steal me awhile from mine own company. (sleeps. I will lead them up and down;

Puck. Yet but three ? Come one more:
I am fear'd in field and town;

Two of both kinds make up four.
Goblin, lead them up and down.

Here she comes, curst and sad :-
Here comes one.

Cupid is a knavish lad,
Enter Lysander.

Thus to make poor females made
Lys. Where art proud Demetrius ? speak

Enter Hermia. thou now.

Her. Never so weary, never so in woe, Puck. Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with art thou?

I can no further crawl, no further go ; [briers ; Lys. I will be with thce straight.

My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Puck. Follow me then

Here will I rest me, till the break of day. To plainer ground. Cerit Lys. as following the voice. Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! Enter Demetrius.

(lies down. Dem. Lysander ! speak again.

Puck. On the ground Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fed ?

Sleep sound: Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide

I'll apply thy head?


To your eye, Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the Gentle lover, remedy. [squeezing the juice Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars,

on Lysander's eye. And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou

When thou wak'st, child;

Thou tak'st I'll whip thee with a rod : he is defil'd

True delight That draws a sword on thee.

In the sight Dem. Yea; art thou there?

Of thy former lady's eye: Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood

And the country proverb known, here.


That every man should take his own, Re-enter Lisander.

In your waking shall be shown: Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on;

Jack shall have Jill; When I come where he calls, then he is gone.

Nought shall go ill ; The villain is much lighter heel'd than I:

The man shall have his share again, and all slialr I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly;

be well. [exit Puch.Dem. Hel. g c. sleep. ACT IV.

And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, Enter Titania and Bottom, Fairies attending ; And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. Oberon behind, unseen.

Bot. Where's Peas-blossom? Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery

Pea. Ready. bed,

Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom. -Where's While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,

monsieur Cobweb?



dried peas,

Cob. Ready.

May all to Athens back again repair; Bot. Monsieur, Cobweb; good monsieur, get And think no mord of this night's accidents, your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red- But as the fierce vexation of a dream. hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, But first I will release the fairy queen. good mousieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not

Be, as thou wast wont to be; fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur ;

[touching her eyes with an herin and, good monsieur, have a care the boney-bag

See, as thou wast wout to sce: break not; I would be loath to have you over

Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower fown with a honey-bag, signior.-— Where's mon

Hath such force and blessed power. sieur Mustard-seed ?

Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queeu. Must. Ready.

Tila. My Oberon! What visions have I seen! Bot. Give me your nief, monsieur Mustard-seed. Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass. Pray you, leave courtesy, good monsieur.

Obe. There lies your love. Must. What's your will ?

Tita. How came these things to pass ? Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help | O, how mine eyes do loath his visage now! Cavalcro Cobweb to scratch. I must to the Obe. Silence awhile.—Robin, take off this barber's, monsieur; for, methinks, I am marvel

bead. lous bairy about the face: and I am such a tender Titania, music call; and strike more dead ass, if my bair do but tickle me, I must scratch. Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my Tita. Music, ho! music, such as charmeth sleep. sweet love?

Purk. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music:

own fool's eyes peep. let us bave the tongs and the bones.

Obe. Sound, music. (still music.] Come, my Tita. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desir'st

queen, take hands with me, to eat.

And rock the ground whereon these slecpers be. Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could Now thou and I are new in amity; munch your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly, great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly, hay, bath no fellow.

And bless it to all fair posterity: Tita. I have a venturous fairy, that shall seck There shall the pairs of faithful lovers bo The squirrel's hoard, and fetch the new nuts. Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity. Bot. I liad rather have a handful, or two, of Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark;

But, I pray you, let none of your I do hear the morning lark. people stir me: I have au exposition of sleep Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, come upon ine.

Trip we after the night's shade: Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my We the globe can compass soon,

Swifter than the wand'ring moon. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.

Tita. Come, my lord; and in our light, So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle,

Tell me how it came this night, Gently entwist,—the female ivy so

That I sleeping here was found, Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.

With these mortals, on the ground. [excunt. o, how I love thee! huw I dote on thee!

(horns sound within. (they sleep. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and Train. Oberon advances. Enter The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;Obe. Welcome, good Robin. Sec'st thou this For now our observation is perform’d; sweet sight?

And since we have the vaward of the day, Her dotage now I do begin to pity,

My love shall hear the music of my hounds.For meeting her of late, behind the wood, Uncouple in the western valley; go:Seeking sweet savours for this bateful fool, Despatch, I say, and find the forester... I did upbraid her, and fall out with her :

We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, For she his hairy teinples then bad rounded And mark the musical confusion With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers ; Of hounds and echo in conjunction. And that same dew, which sometime on the buds Hip, I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear Stood now within tbe pretty tlowrets' eyes, With hounds of Sparta; never did I hear Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail. Such gallant chiding; for, besides the gl'oves, When I had, at iny pleasure, taunted her, The skies, the fountains, every region near And she, in mild terms, begy'd my patience, Seem'd all one mutual cry; I never heard I then did ask of her her changeling child; So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. (kind, Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan To bear him to my bower in fairy land.

So'few'd, 80 sanded; and their heads are bung And now I have the boy, I will indo

With ears that sweep away the morning dew This hateful imperfection of her eyes.

Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessaliars bulls And, gentle Puck. take this transformed scalp Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bele, From of the head of this Athenian swain; Each under each,

A cry more tuncable That lie, awaking, when the other do,

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are these?
you hear. -Bat, soft; what nymphs Away with us, to Athens; thre, aside.

We'll hold a feast of great solemnity.Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep; Come, Hippolyta. (ex. The. Ege. Hip. and Train And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is ;

Dem. These things seem small, and undistinThis Helena, old Nedar's Helena:

guishable, I wonder of their being here together.

Like far off mountains turned into clouds. The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted The rite of May; and, hearing our intent, When every thing seems double.

[ege, Came here in grace of our solemnity... ,vor]

Hel. So methinks : But speak, Egeus; is not this the day

And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, That Hermia

should give answer of her choice ? Mine own, and not mine own. Ege. It is, my lord.

[their horns.

Dem. It seems to me, The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with That yet we sleep, we dream.- Do not you think, Horns, and shout within Demetrius, Lysander, | The duke was here, and bid us follow him?

Hermia, and Helena, wake and start up. Her. Yea; and my father. The. Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine Hel. And Hippolyta.

Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow Lys. Pardon, my lord.

him; {he and the rest kneel to Thes. And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. The. I pray you all, stand up.

[ereunt. I know, you are two rival enemies;

As they go out, Boliom awakes. How comes this gentle concord in the world, Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will That hatred is so far from jealousy,

answer:my next is, 'most fair Pyramus.'To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity ?

Hey, ho !-Peter Quince! Flute the bellowsLys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, mender; Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my Half 'sleep, half waking; but as yet, I swear, life! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had I cannot truly say how I came here:

a most rare vision. I bave had a dream,-past But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,— the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man Aud now I do bethink me, so it is ;)

is but an ass, if he go about to expound this I came with Hermia hither : our intent

dream. Methought I was --there is no mau cao Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be tell what. Methought I was, aud methought I Without the peril of the Athenian law.

had,—but man is but a patched fool, if he will Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have offer to say what methought I had.

The eye of enough:

man hath not heard, the car of man hath not I beg the law, the law, upon his head.

seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue They would have stol'n away, they would, to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my Demetrius,


dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a Thereby to have defeated you and me: !! ballad of this dream : it shall be called Bottoin's You, of your wife; and me, of my consent; Dream, because it hath no bottom; and Of my consent that she should be your wife. sing it Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their duke. -Peradventure, to make it the more gra

end of, a play, before will stealth,

cious, I shall sing it at her death. (e.rit. Of this their purpose hither, to this wood; SCENE II. ATHENS. A ROOM IN QUINCE'S HOUSE. And I in fury hither follow'd them

Enter Quince, Flute, Snout, and Starveling, Fair Helena in fancy following me.

Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house? is But, my good lord, I. wot not by what power, he come home yet? (But by some power it is,) my love to Hermia, Star. He cannot be heard of, Out of doubt Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now he is transported. As the remembrance of an idle gawd,

Flu. If he come not, then the play is marr'd; Which in my childhood I did dote upon : it goes not forward, doth it ? And all the faith, and virtue of my beart,

Quin. It is not possible : you have not a man The object, and the pleasure of mine eye, it in all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he. Is only Helena. To her, my lord,

Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any Was I betroth'd ere I saw. Hermia:

handicraft-man in Athens. But, like in sickness, did I loath this food:

Quin. Yea, and the best person too; and he is But, as in health, come to my natural taste, a very paramour, for a sweet voice, Now do I wish it, love it, long for it, insa

Flu. You must say, paragon: a paramour io, And will for evermore be true to it,

God bless us, a thing of nought. The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:

Enter Snug. Of this discourse we will hear, more anon. - Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the Eyeus, I will overbear your will;

temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies For in the temple, by and by with us,

more married : if our sport had gone forward, These couples shall eternally be knit.

we had all been made men. And, for the enoruing now is something worn, Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Tque hath be

it in the latter

the Get your ap

to be sung

lost sixpence a-day during his life ; he could not Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom. Posisi have 'scap'd sixpence a-day: an the Juke had not Bot. Not a word of me, All that I will tell given him sixpence a-day for playing Pyramus, you, is, that the duke hath dined. I'll be hang’d; he would have deserv'd it: six- parel together; good strings to your beards, non pence a-day, in Pyramus, or nothing.

riblons to your pumps; meet presently at the Enter Bottom.

palace; every man look o'er his part; for, tho Bot. Where are these lads ? where are these short and the long is, our play is preferred. In hearts?

any case, let Thisby have clean linen; and let Quin. Bottom !- most courageous day!,0 not him that plays the lion, pare his nails, for most bappy hour!

they shall hang out for the lion's claws. And Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders : but most dear actors, eat no onions, nor garlick, for ask me not what; for, if I tell you, I am no true we are to utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt, Athenian. I will tell you every tbiog, right as but to hear them say, it is a sweet comedy. No . it feli out.

more words; away; go away.

[exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. THE SAME. AN APARTMENT IN THE PAL- What mask? what music? How shall we beguile ACE OF THESEUS.

The lazy time, if not with some delight? Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, Lords, and Philost. There is a brief how many sports are Attendants.

ripe ; Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these | Make choice of which your, highness will see first lovers speak of.

[gives a paper. The, More strange than true. I never may be The. (reads.) : The battle with the Centaurs These antique fąyles, nor these fairy toys. Elieve Lovers and madmen, have such seething brains, By an Athenian eunuch, to the harp.' Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend

We'll none of that : that have I told my love, More than cool reason ever comprehends.

In glory of my kinsman Hercules. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,

The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, Are of imagination all compact ;

Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.' One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is an old device; and it was play'd That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:

• The thrice three Muşes mourning for the death The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,

Of learning, late deceas'd in beggary.' Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to That is some satire, keen, and critical, And, as imagination bodies forth [heaven; Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony. The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing And his love Thisbe : very tragical mirth.' A local habitation, and a name.

Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief? Such tricks hath strong imagination ;

That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow. That, if it would but apprehend some joy,

How shall we find the concord of this discord ? It comprehends some bringer of that joy;

Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten Or, in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear?

Which is as brief as I have known a play; Hip. But all the story of the night told over, But by ten words, my lord, it is too long; And all their minds transfigurd so together, Which makes it tedious: for in all the play: More witnesseth than fancy's images,

There is not one word apt, one player fitted. And grows to something of great constancy; And tragical, my noble lord, it is; But, howsoever, strange, and admirable,

For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. Enter Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia, and Helena. Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess, The. Here come the lovers, full of joy and Made mine eyes water ; but more merry tears mirth.

The passion of loud laughter never shed. Joy, gentle friends ! joy, and fresh days of love, The. Wbat are they, that do play it? I Accompany your hearts !

Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens Lys. More than to us

here, Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed! Which never labour'd in their minds till now; The. Come now; what masks, what dances And now bave toil'd their unbreath d memories shall we have,

With this same play, against your nuptial. in To wear away this long age of three hours,

The. And we will hear it. Between our after supper, and bed-time?

Philost. No, my noble lord, Where is our usual manager of mirth?

It is not for you : I have heard it over, What revels are in hand? Is there no play, And it is nothing, nothing in the world ; To ease the anguish of a torturing bour? Unless you can find sport in their intents, Call Philostrate.

Extremely stretch'd, and conu'd with crud plain, Philost, Here, mighty Theseus.

To do you service. The. Say what abridgement have you for this The. I will hear that play ; evening?

For never any thing can be annisey

words long;

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