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Re-enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS.
Dem. Abide me, if thou darest ; for well I wot,
Come hither; I am here.
(Lies down and slceps.)
Abate thy hours: shine comforts from the east;
From these, that my poor company detest: And, sleep, that sometimes 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 make up four.
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers;
My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
Re-enter LYSANDER. Lys. 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 1: I follow'd fast, but faster he did Als; That fallen am I in dark uneven way, And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day! For if but once thou shew me thy gray light, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. (Slepi)
Re-enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS. Puck. Ha, ho! ho, ho! Coward, wbs comest thou
not? Dem. Abide me, if thou darest ; for well I wot, Thou runn'st before me, shifting erery place; And darest not stand, nor look me in the face. Where art thou ?
Come hither; I am here. Dem. Nar, then thou mock'st me. Thou shalt bej If ever I th face bs day-light see: Now, go thy was-Paintness constraineth me To measure out my length on this cold bedBy day's approach look to be visited.
(Lies down and sleeps:)
Abate thr hours: shine comforts from the east; That I may back to Athens, by dar-light,
From these, that my poor company detest:
Two of both kinds make up four.
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers; can no farther crawl, no farther go; My legs can keep no pace with
my desires ere will I rest me, till the break of day. avens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!
Bot. Give me your niel, monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, guod monsieur,
Must. What's your will !
Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur ; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face : and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. Tita. What, wilt thou bear some music, my sweet
love! Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music : let us have the tongs and the bones.
Tita. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat. Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could nunch your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet has, hath no fellow.
Tita. I have a venturous fairy, that shall seek the squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.
Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.
Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind 'theo in my arms.
OBERON adrances. Enter PUCK.
This hateful imperfection of her eyes.
(Touching her eyes with an herb.)
Hath such force and blessed power.
Tita. My Oberon ! what visions have I seen!
Obe. There lies your love.
How came these things to pass ?
Obe. Silence, a while. - Robin, take off this head.
Tila. Music, ho music; such as charmeth sleep.
take hands with me,
Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark;
I do hear the morning lark.
Trip we after the night's shade;
Tell me how it came this night,
(Horns sound within.)
Bnter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and
Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
[these? Judge, when you hear.-But, soft; what nymphs are
Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep i
The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe
The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past;
(He and the rest kneel to Theseus.)