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Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress " Squash your mother, and to mafter Peafcod, your father. Good master Peafe-bloffom, I fhall defire you of more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, fir.
Bot. Good mafter Muftard-feed, I know your " patience well that fame cowardly, giant-like, ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your houfe: I promise you your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I defire you, more acquaintance, good master Mustard-feed.
Queen. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower. The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye; And when the weeps, weeps every little flower,
Lamenting fome 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,
Here comes my meffenger.-How now, mad fpirit?
"Squab]-an immature peafcod.
patience]-put ironically for impatience as hot as mustard, prov. puiffance-as ftrong as mustard-I know you paffing well.
What night-rule]-What prank is now on foot.
Y A crew of patches,]-A company of low buffoons.
"Thou fcurvy patch."
TEMPEST, A&t III, S. 2. Cal.
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Anon, his Thisby must be answered,
And forth my mimick comes: When they him fpy,
Their sense, thus weak, loft with their fears, thus strong,
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch
Some, fleeves; fome, hats: from yielders all things catch.
And left sweet Pyramus tranflated there :
Ob. This falls out better than I could devife.
Puck. I took him fleeping,-that is finifh'd too,-
That, when he wak'd, of force fhe must be ey'd.
mimick]-actor-minnock, minnick; mammock-clumsy booby.
Enter Demetrius and Hermia.
Ob. Stand clofe; this is the same Athenian.
Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse;
Being o'er fhoes in blood, plunge in the deep,
The fun was not fo true unto the day,
As he to me; Would he have ftol'n away
From fleeping Hermia? I'll believe as foon,
Dem. So fhould the murder'd look; and fo fhould I, Pierc'd through the heart with your ftern cruelty: Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.
Her. What's this to my Lyfander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me ?
Dem. I had rather give his carcafs to my hounds. Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'ft me past the bounds
Of maiden's patience. Haft thou flain him then?
do'er fboes]-fo far immerfed,
And haft thou kill'd him fleeping? O brave 'touch!
Dem. You fpend your paffion on a mifpris'd mood:
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 fhould I get therefore?
Ob. What haft thou done? thou haft mistaken quite,
Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true.
Ob. About the wood go fwifter than the wind,
All fancy-fick fhe is, and pale' of cheer
I'll charm his eyes, against fhe do appear.
f touch!-ftroke, feat, exploit.
on a mifpris'd mood:]-erroneously, you mistake its object.
If]-for ever, as I would wish you to do.
of cheer]-in countenance.
Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go;
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Ob. Stand afide: the noife they make,
Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one;
Enter Lyfander, and Helena.
Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo in fcorn?
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows fo born,
m 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."
A& II, S. 2.
"fond pageant ]-fcene of courtship.