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And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
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Enter four Fairies. i Fair. Ready. 2 Fair. And I. 3 Fair. And I. 4 Fair. And I: where shall we go?
Queen. Be kind, and courteous to this gentleman ;
1 Fair. Hail, mortal, hail !
Bot. I cry your worship's mercy heartily; I be seech your worship's name.
Bot. I shall desire of you more acquaintance, good master Cobweb; if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman.
Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squafla your mother, and, to master Peafecod your father
Good master Peafeblossom; I shall defire of you more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, Sir.
Muf. Mustard seed.
Bot. Good master Maftardseed, I know your (a) parentage well : that same cowardly giant-like Ox-beef hath devour'd many a gentleman of your house. I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water
I defire more of your acquaintance, good master Mafardfeed.
Queen. Come, wait upon him, lead him to my bower,
The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye ; And when she weeps, weep ev'ry little flower,
Lamenting fome enforced chattity ! Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. [Exeunt.
Enter King of Fairies.
Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake;
Ob. This falls out better, than I could devise.
Puck. I took him sleeping; that is finish'd too; And the Athenian woman by his side, That when he wakes, of force she must be ey'd.
Enter Demetrius and Hermia. Ob. Stand close, 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 should use thee worse ; For thou, I fear, haft given me cause to curse;
If thou hast nain Lysander in his sleep,
Dem. So should the murther'd look ; and so should I,
Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
Dem. l’ad rather give his carcass to my hounds. Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'it me past the
bounds Of maiden's patience. Haft thou sain him then? Henceforth be never number'd among men. O! once tell true, and even for my fake, Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake? And hast thou kill'd him seeping ? O brave touch! Could not a worm, an adder do so much? An adder did it, for with doubler tongue Than thine, thou serpent, never adder ftung.
Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood; I am not guilty of Lysander's blood, Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
2 Her brother's noon tide with th' Antipodes.] She says, The would as soon believe, that the moon, then shining, could creep through the centre, and meet the sun's light on the other fide the Globe. It is plain therefore we should read
It'Antipodes, i. e, in the Antipodes where the fun was then shining.
Dem. And if I could, what should I get therefore?
Her. A privilege never to see me more ; And from thy hated presence part I fo: See me no more, whether he's dead or no. [Exit.
Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein, Here, therefore, for a while I will remain : So forrow's heaviness doth heavier grow, For debt, that bankrupt Neep doth forrow owe; Which now in some Night measure it will pay, If for his Tender here I make some ftay. [Lies down.
Ob. What hast thou done? thou haft mistaken quite, And laid thy love-juice on some true love's sight : Of thy misprision must perforce ensue Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. Puck. Then fạte o'er-rules, that, one man holding
Ob. About the wood go swifter than the wind,
Puck. I go, I go ; Jook, how I go;
Ob. Flower of this purple dye,