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Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress · Squash your mother, and to master Peafcod, your father. Good master Pease-blossom, I shall desire you of more acquaintance too.—Your name, I beseech you,
sir. Muf. Mustard-feed.
Bot. Good master Mustard--feed, I know your patience well : that same cowardly, giant-like, ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise you your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire you, more acquaintance, good master Mustard seed.
Queen. Come, wait upon him ; lead him to my bower. .
The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye;
And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,
Lamenting some 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.
Here comes my messenger.—How now, mad spirit?
* What night-rule now about this haunted grove?
Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and Neeping hour,
Y. A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
" Squash]-an immature pearcod.
patience)-put ironically for impatience--as hot as mustard, prov. puisance-as strong as mufiard—I know you posing well.
* What nighi-rule]—What prank is now on foot.
Y A crew of patches, )-A company of low buffoons.
1. Thou scurvy patch."
TEMPEST, AC III, S. 2. Cal.
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play,
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake :
When I did him at this advantage take,
An ass's ? nowl I fixed on his head ;
Anon, his Thisby must be answered,
And forth my · mimick comes : When they him (py,
As wild geese, that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in "fort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report
Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;
So, at his sight, away his fellows fly:
And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls ;
He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.
Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus strong,
Made senseless things begin to do them wrong:
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch ;
Some, fleeves; some, hats : from yielders all things catch.
I led them on in this distracted fear,
And left sweet Pyramus tranNated there :
When in that moment (so it came to pass)
Titania wak’d, and straightway lov'd an ass.
06. This falls out better than I could devise. But halt thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?
Puck. I took him Neeping, -that is finish'd too,
And the Athenian woman by his side;
That, when he wak’d, of force she must be ey'd.
mimick]—actor--minnock, minnick; mammock-clumsy booby,
latch'd ]-stroked over.
Enter Demetrius and Hermia.
Ob. Stand close ; this is the same Athenian.
Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man.
Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so ?
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse ; For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. If thou hast Nain Lysander in his seep, Being 'o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, And kill me too. The sun was not so true unto the day, As he to me; Would he have stol'n away From Neeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon, 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 hast murder'd him ; So should a murderer look, so · dead, so grim.
Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so should I, Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty: Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.
Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
Dem. I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.
Her. Out, dog! out, cur ! thou driv'it me past the
Of maiden's patience. Hast thou Nain him then ?
Henceforth be never number'd among men !
O! once tell true, tell true, even for my fake ;
Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake,
do'er shoes]- fo far immersed,
And haft thou killd him Neeping ? 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 stung.
Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood:
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;
Nor is he dead, for ought that I can tell.
Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefore?
Her. A privilege, never to see me more.-
And from thy hated presence part "I so;
See me no more, whether he be 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 sleep doth sorrow owe;
Which now in some Night measure it will pay,
If for his ' tender here I make some stay.
0b. What halt thou done ? thou hast mistaken quite,
And laid the 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 face o'er-rules; that, one man holding troth,
A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
Ob. About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens look thou find :
All fancy-fick she is, and pale' of cheer
With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear :
By fome illusion see thou bring her here ;
I'll charm his eyes, against she do appear.
touch! - stroke, feat, exploit.
on a mispris'd mood :]-erroneously, you mistake its object.
Iso:]=for ever, as I would wish you to do.
of cheer)-in countenance.
Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go;
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. [Exit.
Ob. Flower of this purple dye,
* Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of his eye!
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.-
When thou wak'st, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Helena.is here at hand;
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Ob. Stand aside : the noise they make,
Will cause Demetrius to awake.
Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one;
That must needs be sport alone :
And those things do best please me,
That befal prepost'rously.
Enter Lysander, and Helena.
Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo in fcorn?
Scorn and derision never come in tears :
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
* Hit with Cupid's archery,]
the bolt of Cupid fell,
" It fell upon a little western flower
“ Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound.”
Act II, S. 2. 06.
" fond pageant ]— scene of courtship.
o'alone : ;-ingular, special.