Queen. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?

Bottom fings.

The finch, the fparrow, and the lark,

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The plain-fong cuckow gray,

Whofe note full many a man doth mark,

And dares not answer, nay ;

[Waking.

for, indeed, who would fet his wit to fo foolish a bird? who would give a bird the lye, though he cry, cuckoo, never fo.

Queen. I pray thee, gentle mortal, fing again: Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note,

So is mine eye enthralled to thy fhape;

And thy fair virtue's force, perforce doth move me,
On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee.

Bot. Methinks, miftrefs, you should have little reason for that: And yet, to fay the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days: The more the pity, that fome honeft neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek, upon occafion.

Queen. Thou art as wife, as thou art beautiful.

Bot. Not fo, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to ferve mine own turn. Queen. Out of this wood do not defire to go;

Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.

I am a fpirit, of no common rate;

The fummer still doth tend upon my state,

And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;
I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee;

P plain-fong]-telling plain truth-with its uniform note or chaunt -oppofed to prick-fong, or variegated mufick.

a gleek,]-joke, flirt, fay fmart things.

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And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And fing, while thou on preffed flowers doft fleep:
And I will purge thy mortal groffness so,

That thou shalt like an airy fpirit go.

Pease-bloffom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-feed!

4 Fair. And I: Where fhall we go ?

Queen. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;
Feed him with apricocks, and 'dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey-bags fteal from the humble-bees,
And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs,
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes,
To have my love to bed, and to arife;

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And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To fan the moon-beams from his fleeping eyes:
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtefies.

1 Fair. Hail, mortal, hail!

2 Fair. Hail!

Bot. I cry your worship's mercy heartily.-I befeech, your worship's name.

Cob. Cobweb.

Bot. I fhall defire you of more acquaintance, good master Cobweb: If I cut my finger, I fhall make bold with you. Your name, honeft gentleman ?

Pease. Peafe-bloffom.

Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash your mother, and to master Peafcod, your father. Good master Pease-bloffom, I fhall defire you of more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, fir.

Muf. Muftard-feed.

Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your " patience well that fame cowardly, giant-like, ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your houfe: I promise you your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I defire you, more acquaintance, good master Mustard-feed.

Queen. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower. The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye; And when the weeps, weep's every little flower, Lamenting fome enforced chastity.

Tie up my love's tongue, bring him filently. [Exeunt.

Ob. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd; Then, what it was that next came in her eye, Which she must doat on in extremity.

Enter Puck.

Here comes my meffenger.-How now, mad fpirit?
* What night-rule now about this haunted grove?
Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.

Near to her clofe and confecrated bower,
While fhe was in her dull and fleeping hour,

"A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,

"Squab]-an immature peafcod.

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patience]-put ironically for impatience-as hot as mustard, prov. puiffance-as ftrong as mustard-I know you paffing well.

* What night-rule]-What prank is now on foot.

Y A crew of patches,]-A company of low buffoons.
Thou fcurvy patch."

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That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play,
Intended for great Thefeus' nuptial day.
The shallowest thick-fkin of that barren fort,
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forfook his scene, and enter'd in a brake :
When I did him at this advantage take,
An afs's nowl I fixed on his head;

Anon, his Thisby must be answered,

And forth my mimick comes: When they him spy,
As wild geefe, that the creeping fowler eye,

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Or ruffet-pated choughs, many in fort,
Rifing and cawing at the gun's report
Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;
So, at his fight, away his fellows fly:

And, at our ftamp, here o'er and o'er one falls;

He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.

Their sense, thus weak, loft with their fears, thus ftrong,
Made fenfeless things begin to do them wrong:
For briers and thorns at their apparel fnatch;

Some, fleeves; fome, hats: from yielders all things catch.
I led them on in this diftracted fear,

And left sweet Pyramus tranflated there:
When in that moment (fo it came to pafs)
Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass.

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Ob. This falls out better than I could devise. But haft thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?

Puck. I took him fleeping,-that is finish'd too,And the Athenian woman by his fide;

That, when he wak'd, of force fhe must be ey❜d.

znowl]-noddle.

a mimick]-actor-minnock, minnick; mammock-clumfy booby.

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 worse;
For thou, I fear, haft given me cause to curse.
If thou haft flain Lyfander in his sleep,

Being o'er fhoes in blood, plunge in the deep,
And kill me too.

The fun was not fo true unto the day,

As he to me; Would he have ftol'n away
From fleeping Hermia? I'll believe as foon,
This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon
May through the center creep, and so displease
Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes.
It cannot be, but thou haft murder'd him;
So fhould a murderer look, fo dead, fo grim.

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Dem. So fhould the murder'd look; and fo fhould I, Pierc'd through the heart with your ftern cruelty: Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.

Her. What's this to my Lyfander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?

Dem. I had 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 flain him then?
Henceforth be never number'd among men !
O! once tell true, tell true, even for my fake;
Durft thou have look'd upon him, being awake,

do'er hoes]-fo far immersed.

e dead,]-pale.

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