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Ob. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to fight :
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
The starry welkin cover thou anon
With drooping fog, as black as Acheron;
And lead these testy rivals so astray,
As one come not within another's way.
Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,
Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
And sometimes rail thou like Demetrius;
And from each other look thou lead them thus,
'Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting Neep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep:
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye ;
Whose liquor hath this 'virtuous property,
To take from thence all error, with his might,
And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight.
When they next wake, all this 'derision
Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision ;
And back to Athens shall the lovers ' wend,
With league, whose date 'till death shall never end,
Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,
I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy;
And then I will her charmed eye release
From monster's view, and all things shall be peace.

Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with hafte;
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;
At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there,
Troop home to church-yards : damned spirits all,
That in cross-ways and floods have burial,
Already to their wormy beds are gone;
For fear lest day should look their shames upon,

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They wilfully themselves exile from light,
And must for aye confort with black-brow'd night.

Ob. But we are spirits of another fort:
I with the morning's love have oft made sport;
And, like a forester, the groves may tread,
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,

Turns into yellow gold his falt-green streams.
But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay :
We may effect this business yet ere day. [Exit Ob.

Puck. Up and down, up and down;
I will lead them up and down :
I am fear'd in field and town;
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one.

Enter Lysander. Lyf. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak thou

now. Puck. Here, villain ; drawn and ready. Where art thou? Lys. I will be with thee straight.

Puck. Follow me then To plainer ground. [Lyf. goes out, as following Dem. .

Enter Demetrius. Dem. Lysander ! speak again. Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ? Speak-" In some bush? -where dost thou hide thy head?

Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, And wilt not come ? Come, recreant; come, thou child;

u the morning's love have oft made sport;]-have oft paid a sportsman's devoirs to the morning ;-or the words may allude to the amours of Tithonus and Aurora-morning light. w In some bujo?]~Art chou crept into some bus?

I'll whip thee with a rod : He is defil'd,
That draws a sword on thee.
Dem. Yea; art thou there?
Puck, Follow my voice ; we'll try no manhood here.

[Exeunt.
Re-enter Lysander.
Lyf. He goes before me, and still dares me on;
When I come where he calls, then he is gone.
The villain is much lighter heel'd, than I :
I follow'd fast, but fafter he did fly;
That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day! [Lies down.
For if but once thou shew me thy grey light,
I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spight.

Re-enter Puck and Demetrius.
Puck. *Ho, ho, ho! coward, why comest thou not?

Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'ít: for well I wot,
Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place ;
And dar'ft not stand, nor look me in the face.
Where art thou ?

Puck. Come hither , I am here.
Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou shalt buy

this dear,
If ever I thy face by day-light see:
Now go thy way. Faintness constraineth me

asure out my length on this cold bed. By day's approach look to be visited. [Lies down.

Enter Helena.
Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night,

Abate thy hours; shine, comforts, from the east ;

He, bo, bo !). n he recounts for it.

* Ha, bo, bo !)-An exclamation peculiar to Puck, and the burden of his song, wherein he recounts his frolicks, I buy this dear, ]-pay dearly for it. - E 3

That

That I may back to Athens, by day-light,

From these that my poor company detest :-
And, neep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye,
Steal me a while from mine own company. (Sleeps.

Puck. Yet but three ? come one more;
Two of both kinds makes up four.
Here she comes, a curst, and fad :-
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.

Enter Hermia.
Her. Never fo weary, never so in woe,

Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers;
I can no further crawl, no further go;

My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Here will I rest me, 'till the break of day. Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! [Lies down.

Puck. On the ground

* Sleep sound:
I'll apply

To your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.

[ Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye.
When thou wak'st,
• Thou tak’t
True delight

In the sight
Of thy former lady's eye:
And the country proverb known,
That every man should take his own,
In your waking shall be shown:

a curff,]peevish, vexed. b Sec obou takA.

Sleep thou found.

Jack

Jack shall have Jill ;

Nought shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.

[Exit Puck. [They sleep.

A CT IV. SCENE I.

A Wood.

Enter Queen of the Fairies, Bottom, Fairies attending, and

the King behind them.
Queen. Come, fit thee down upon this Aowery bed,
· While I thy amiable cheeks do 'coy,
And stick musk-roses in thy Neek smooth head,

And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
Bot. Where's Pease-blossom?
Peale. Ready.

Bot. Scratch my head, Pease blossom.—Where's mon. sieur Cobweb?

Cob. Ready.

Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hip'd humble bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loth to have you overflown with a honey-bag, signior.- Where's monsieur Muf. tard-feed? Muft. Ready. Bot. Give me your neif, monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray coy, ]-Itroke. ·

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