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The nine men's morris' is fill'd up with mud; In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once ; That rheumatic diseases do abound:
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid, And thorough this distemperature, we see
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Ere the leviathan can swim a league.
Puck. I'll put a girdle round abjut the carth Is, as in mockery, set : The spring, the summer, In forty minutes.
(Eril Puck. The childing& autumn, angry winter, change
Having once this juice, Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world,
I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, By their increase,' now knows not which is which : And drop the liquor of it in her eyes : And this same progeny of evils comes
The next thing then she waking looks upon From our debate, from our dissension;
(Be it on lion, bear, or woll, or bull, We are their parents and original.
On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,) Obe. Do you amend it then; it lies in you:
She shall pursue it with the soul of love. Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
And ere I take this charm off from her sight I do but beg a little changeling boy,
(As I can take it, with another herb,) To be my henchman.
I'll make her render up her page to me. Tita.
Set your heart at rest, But who comes here ? I am invisible;
And I will over-hear their conference.
Enter Demetrius, Helena following him. Full often hath she gossip'd by my side;
Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia ? Marking the embarked traders on the flood; The one I'll slay, the other slaveth me. When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, Thou told'st me, they were stol'n into this wood. And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind : And here am I, and woods within this wood, Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait Because I cannot meet with Hermia. (Following her womb, then rich with my young Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. 'squire,)
Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant ; Would imitate, and sail upon the land,
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart To fetch me trifles, and return again,
Is true as steel : leave you your power to draw, As from a voyage, rich with merchandise. And I shall have no power to follow you. But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy :
Or rather, do I not in plainest truth
Obe. How long within this wood intend you stay? Hel. And even for that do I love you the more.
Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day. I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, If you will patiently dance in our round,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you : And see our moon-light revels, go with us; Use me but as your spaniel, spirn me, strike me, If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. Neglect me, lose me ; only give me leave,
Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
Tila. Not for thy kingdom.-Fairies, away: What worser place can I beg in your love We shall chide downright, if I longer stay. (And yet a place of high respect with me,)
(Ereunt Titania and her train. Than to be used as you use your dog? Obe. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; grove,
For I am sick, when I do look on thee. Till I torment thee for this injury.
Hel. And I am sick when I look not on you.
To leave the city, and commit yourseli
Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.
I remember. It is not night, when I do see your face, Obe. That very time I saw (but thou could'st not,) Therefore I think I am not in the night : Flying between the cold moon and the earth, N r doth this wood lack worlds of company ; Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took
For you, in my respect, are all the world : At a fair vestal, throned by the west ;
Then how can it he said, I am alone, And loos'd his love-shaft sinartly from his bow, When all the world is here to look on me? As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes, But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. Quench'd in the chaste beans of the wat’ry moon; Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you. And the imperial vot'ress passed on,
Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd; (1) A game played by boys.
(3) Produce. (4) Page. (5) Exempt from love (2) Autumn producing dowers unseasonably. |(6) Mad, raving (7) Briny in question.
Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;
Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence : When cowardice pursues, and valour flies.
Beetles black, approach not near ; Dem. I will not stay thy questions; let me go :
Worm, nor snail, do no offence.
Chorus. Philomel, with melody, &c.
1 Fai. Hence, away; now all is well : You do me mischief. Pie, Demetrius !
One, alool, stand sentinel. Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex:
(Exeunt Fairies. l'itania sleeps. We cannot light for love, as men inay do ;
Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, To die upon the hand I love so well.
(Squeezes the flower on Titania's eye-lids. (Exeunt Dem. and Hel. Po it for thy true love take: Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave Love, and languish for his sake :
Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.
Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
In thy eye that shall appear
When thou wak'st, it is thy dear;
Wake, when some vile thing is near. (Exit. Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer. Puck. Ay, there it is.
Enter Lysander and Hermia. Obe.
I pray thee, give it me, Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
wood; Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; And to speak truth, I have forgot our way; Quite over-canopied with lush' woodbine, We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine :
And tarry for the comfort of the day. There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, Her. Be it so, Lysander : find you out a bed, Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;
For I upon this bank will rest my head. And there the snake throws her enamellid skin
Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. And with the juice of this l'll streak her eyes, Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, And make her full of haieful fantasies.
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence; A sweet Athenian lady is in love
Love takes the meaning, in loves conference. With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes; I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit, I! do it, when the next thing he espies
So that but one heart we can make of it: ✓ be the lady: thou shalt know the man Two bosoms interchained with an oath; By the Athenian garments he hath on.
So then, two bosoms, and a single troth. Effect it with some care; that he may prove Then, by your side no bed-room me deny; More fond on her, than she upon her love : For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,
(Exeunt. IC Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied." SCENE III. Another part of the wood. Enter But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
Lie further off'; in human modesty
Such separation, as, may well be said,
Here is my bed : sleep give thee all his rest! The clamorous owi, that nightly hoots, and won
Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be ders
[They sleep. At our quaint spirits : 8 sing me now asleep;
Enter Puck. Then to your oifices, and let me rest.
Puck, Through the forest have I gone,
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and silence! who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear :
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid; Chorus. Philomel, with melody,
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe:10
When thou wak'st, let love forbid Her. (Starting.) Help me, Lysander, help mo.
do thy best,
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! For I must now to Oberon. (Exit. Ah me, for pity!-what a dream was here!
Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear : Enter Demetrius and Helena, running.
Methought a serpent eat my heart away, Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt Lysander ! what, remord ? Lysander! lord! me thus.
What, out of hearing ? gone ? no sound, no word ? Hel. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. Alack, where are you ? speak, an if you hear ; Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go. Speak, of all loves ;* I swoon almost with fear.
(Exit Demetrius. No ?-then I well perceive you are not nigh: Hel, 0, I am out of breath in this fond chase! Either death, or you, I'll find immediately. (Exit. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies; For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. How came her eyes so bright ? Not with salt tears :
ACT III. If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.
SCENE 1.-The same. No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;
The queen of fairies For beasts that meet me, run away for fear :
lying asleep. Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius
Flute, Snout, and Starveling. Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
Bot. Are we all met ? What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous conMade me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne ? venient place for our rehearsal: this green plot shall But who is here ?-Lysander! on the ground ! be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring-house; Dead ? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound: and we will do it in action, as we will do it before Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
the duke. 'Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet Bot. Peter Quince,sake.
(Waking. Quin. What say’si thou, bully Bottom ? Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus Where is Demetrius ? O, how fit a word
must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies Is that vile name, to perish on my sword ! cannot abide. How answer you that?
Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so : Snout. By'rlakin,' a parlous fear. What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, though?
when all is done. Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content. Bol. Not a whit; I have a device to make all Lys. Content with Hermia ? No: I do repent well
. Write me a prologue: and let the prologue The tedious minutes I with her have spent. seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords : Not Hermia, but Helena I love :
and that Pyramus is not killed indeed: and, for the Who will not change a raven for a dove ? more better assurance, tell them, that I, Pyramus, The will of man is by his reason sway'd; am not Pyramus,"but Bottom the wcaver : this will And reason says you are the worthier maid. put them out of fear. Things growing are not ripe until their season: Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason; it shall be written in eight and six. And'louching now the point of human skill, Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in Reason becomes the marshal to my will, eight and eight. And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook Snout. Will not the ladies be aseard of the lion ? Love's stories written in love's richest book.
Star. I fear it, I promise you. Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with yourWhen, at your hands, did I deserve this scórn ? selves : to bring in, God shield us! a lion among Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for there is not a That I did never, no, nor never can,
more fearful$ wild-fowl than your lion, living; and Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, we ought to look to it. But you must flout my insufficiency?
Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell he Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, is not a lion. In such disdainful manner me to woo.
Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his But sare you well: perforce I must confess, face must be seen through the lior's neck ; and he I thought you lord of more true gentleness. himself must speak through, sying thus, or to the 0, that a lady, of one man refas'd,
same defect,-Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! [Exit. you, or, I would request you, or, I would entreat Lys. She sees not Hermia:-Hermia, sleep thou you, not to fear, not to tremble: my life for yours. there;
If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of And never may'st thou come Lysander near! my l.fe: no, I am no such thing; I am a man as For, as a surfeit of the sweetest Things
other men are:-and there, indeed, let him name his The deepest loathing to the stomach brings ; name; and tell them plainly, he is Snug the joiner. Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two Are hated most of those they did deceive; hard things; that is, to bring the moon-light into a So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,
chamber: for you know, Pyramus and Thisby or all be hated; but the most of me!
meet by moon-light. And all my powers, address your love and mirht, Snng. Doth the moon shine, that night we play To honour Helen, and to be her knight! (Exit. our play?
(1) In the dark. (2) By all that is doar. (3) By our ladykin. (4) Dangerous. (5) Terrible.
Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the alma-| Bol. Why do they run away ? this is a knavery nac; find out moon-shine, find out moon-shine. of them, to make me afeard. Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.
Re-enter Snout. Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of the great chamber window, where we play, open ; Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I and the moon may shine in at the casement. see on thee?
Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's head of thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he comes to dis- of your own; Do you? figure, or to present, the person of moon-shine.
Re-enter Quince. Then there is another thing: we must have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby,
Quin. Bless thee, Bottom ! bless thee! thou art says the story, did talk through the chinks of a wall. translated.
(Exil. Snug. You never can bring in a wall.–What Bot. I see their knavery : this is to make an ass say you, Bottom?
of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not Bul. Some man or other must present wall: and stir from this place, do what they can: I will walks let him have some plaster, or some loam, or some up and down here, and I will síng, that they shall rough-cast about him, to signify wall; or let him hear I am not afraid.
(Sings. hold his tingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.
The ousel-cock, so black of hule,
With orange-tarony bill, Quin. If that may be, then all is well: Come,
The throstle with his note so true, sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your
The voren with little quill ; parls. Pyramus, you begin: when you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake,' and so every
Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed I one according to his cue.
[Waking. Enter Puck behind.
Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoos gray, Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swag Whose note full many a man doth mark, gering here,
And dares not answer, nay ;-
for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish e An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.
bird? who would give a bird jhe lie, though ho Quin. Speak, Pyrainus :—Thisby, stand forth.
cry, cuckno, never so? Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odivus savours
Pila. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again : sweet,
Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note, Quin. Odours, odours.
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; Pyr. O lours savours sureet:
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me, So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.
On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. But, hark, a voice ! stay thou but here a while, Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little And by and by I will to thee appear.
(Exit. reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here and love keep little company together now-a-days:
(Aside.-Exit. the more the pity, that some honest neighbours will This. Must'I speak now?
not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek,“ upon Quin. Ay, marry, must you: for you must un
occasion. derstand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard,
Tila. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. and is to come again.
Bot. Not so, neither : but if I had wit cnough to This. Most rudiant Pyramus, most lily-white of get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine hue,
own turn. Of colour like the red-rose on triumphant brier,
Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go; Most briskly juvenal, and eke most lovely Jero,
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. As true as truest horse, that yet would never lire, Lam a spirit, of no common rate; I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.
The summer still doth tend upon my state, Quin. Ninus tomb, man: why you must not and I do love thee: therefore, go with me; speak that yet ; that you answer to Pyramus: you I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee; speak all your part at once, cues and all. ---Pyra- And they shall fetch thce jewels from the deep: mus enter; your cue is past; it is, never tire.
And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep:
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass's head. That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. This. 0,4s true as truest horse, that yet would Peas-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-sced! never tire,
Enter four Fairies. Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine :
Quin. O monstrous ! O strange! we are haunted. 1 Fai. Ready Pray, masters ! Ny, masters ! help! (Ere. Clowns. 2 Fai.
And I. Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round, 3 Fai.
And I. Through bog, through bush, through brake, through 4 Fai.
Where shall we go ? brier;
Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Sometime a horse l'll be, sometime a hound, Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;
A hog, a beardless bear, sometime a fire; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,' And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. The honey bags steal from the humble-bees,
(Exit. And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs,
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, Thicket. (2) Young man. (3) The last words of the preceding speech, (4) Afraid. (5) The cuckoo, with his uniform note. which serve as a hint to bim who is to speak next.|(6) Joke. (7) Gooseberries.
To have my love to bed, and to arise ;
I led them on in this distracted fear, And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, And left sweet Pyramus translated ihere: To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes : When in that moment (so it came to pass) Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. Titania wak’d, and strai htway lovd an ass. I Fai. Hail, mortal!
Obe. This fális out belter than I could devise. 2 Fai. Hail!
But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes 3 Fai. Hal!
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do? 4 Fai. Hail!
Puck. I took him sleeping,-that is finish'd too, Bot. I cry your worship's mercy, heartily.-1 And the Athenian woman by his side ; beseech, your worship's name.
That, when he wak’d, of force she must be ey'd. Cub, Cobweb. Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance,
Enler Demetrius and Hermia. good master Cobweb: if I cut my tinger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman? Obe. Stand close; this is the same Athenian. Peas. Peas-blossom.
Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash, Dem. O why rebuke you him that loves you so ? your mother, and to master Peascod, your father. Lay breath so bitter on your bitter soe. Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire of you Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee more acquaintance too.—Your name, I beseech
For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. Mus. Mustard-seed.
If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, patience well: that same cowardly, giant-like ox- And kill me too. beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your The sun was not so true unto the day, house : 1 promise you, your kindred hath made my As he to me: Would he have stol'n away eyes water ere now. I desire you more acquaint- From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon, ance, good master Mustard-seed.
This whole earth may be bord; and that the moon Tila. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my May through the centre creep, and so displease bower.
Her brother's noon- jde with the Antipodes. The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him; And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, So should a murderer look; so dead, so grim. Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently.
should I, [Exeunt. Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty :
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, SCENE II.-Another part of the wood. Enter As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. Oberon.
Her. What's this to my Lysander ? where is he? Obe. I wonder if Titania be awak'd;
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? Then, what it was that next came in her eye,
Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds. Which she must dote on in extremity.
Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'st me past
the bounds Enter Puck.
or maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then ? Herecomes my messenger.-How now, mad spirit? Henceforth be never number'd among men! What might-rule' now about this haunted grove? O! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake;
Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love. Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, Near to her close and consecrated bower, And hast thou kill'd him sleeping ? O brave louch ;' While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, Could not a worm, an adder, do so much? A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
An adder did it: for with a doubler tongue That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. Were met together to rehearse a play,
Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'do Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
mood : The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake :
Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. When I did him at this advantage lake,
Dem. And if I could, what should I get there An ass's now!* I fixed on his head;
fore? Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,
Her. A privilege, never to see me more.And forth my mimics comes : when they him spy, And from thy hated presence part I so: As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, See me no more, whether he be dead or no. (Exit. Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Dem. There is no following her in this fierce Rising and cawing at the gun's report
vein : Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky; Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. So, at his sight, away his fellows fly:
So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. Which now, in some slight measure it will pay, Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus If for his tender here I make some stay: strong,
(Lies down. Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: Obe. What hast thou done ? thou hast mistaken For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;
quite, Some, sleeves ; some, hats : from yielders all things And laid ihe love-juice on some true-love's sight: catch.
of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. (1) Revelry. (2) Simple fellows. 13) Stupid company. (4) Head. (5) Actor. (6) Insected. (7) Exploit (8) Mistaken.