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Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue Claud. Another Hero? speed's,


Nothing certainer: Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe! One Hero died defil'd; but I do live,

[Exeunt. And, surely as I live, I am a maid. SCENE IV.-A Room in Leonato's House. D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero, that is dead! Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEATRICE, Leon. She died my lord, but whiles her slander URSULA, Friar, and Hero.

Friar. All this amazement can I qualify; [lived. Friar. Did I not tell you, she was innocent? When, after that the holy rites are ended,

Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accused I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death :
Upon the error that you heard debated : [her, Meantime, let wonder seem familiar,
Bat Margaret was in some fault for this;

And to the chapel let us presently:
Although against her will, as it appears

Bene. Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice? In the true course of all the question.

Beut. I answer to that name; (unmasking.) Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well.

What is your will? Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd Bene. Do not you love me? To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.


No, no more than reason. Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen all, Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, and Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves;

And, when I send for you, come hither mask'd : Have been deceived; for they swore you did.
The prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour Beat. Do not you love me?
To visit me :-You know your office, brother;


No, no more than reason. You must be father to your brother's daughter,

Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula, And give her to young Claudio. [Exeunt Ladies. Are much deceiv'd; for they did swear, you did.

Ant. Which I will do with coufirm'd countenance. Bene. They swore, that you were almost sick for Bene. Friar, I must entreat your paids, I think.

[for me. Friar. To do what, signior?

Beal. They swore that you were well-nigh dead Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them. Bene. 'Tis no such matter :-Then, you do not Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior,

love me? Your piece regards me with an eye of favour. (true.

Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Leon. That eye my daughter lent her: 'Tis most Leon, Come, cousin, I am sure you love the genBene. And I do with an eye of love requite her.

tleman. Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her; me,

[will? For here's a paper, written in his hand, From Claudio and the prince; But what's your A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical :

Fashion'd to Beatrice. But, for my will, my will is, your good will


And here's another, May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, In the estate of honourable marriage ;

Containing her affection unto Benedick. In which, good friar, I shall desire your help.

Bene. Å miracle! here's our own hands against Leon. My heart is with your liking.

our hearts - Come, I will have thee; but, by this Friar.

And my help. light, I take thee for pity. Here comes the prince, and Claudio.

Beat. I would not deny you ; but, by this good Enter Don PEDRO and Claudio, with Attendants. day, I yield upon great persuasion; and, partly,

to save your life, for I was told you were in a conD. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly.

sumption. Leon. Good morrow, prince ;—good morrow, Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.(Kissing her.) Claudio :

D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick, the married We here attend you : Are you yet determin'd

man? To-day to marry with my brother's daughter?

Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of witClaud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. crackers cannot tout me out of my humour: Dost Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar

thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigrain? No: ready.

[Exit Antonio. if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick : why, wbat's nothing handsome about him: In brief, since I do the matter,

purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purThat you have such a February face, So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness ?

pose, that the world can say against it; and there

fore never flout at me for what I have said against Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull:- it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conTush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold,

clusion.-For thy pari, Claudio, I did think to have And all Europa shall rejoice at thee;

beaten thee; but in that thou art like to be my kinsAs once Europa did at lusty Jove,

man, live unbruised, and love my cousin. When he would play the noble beast in love.

C'laud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have deBene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low;

nied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out And some such strange bull leap'd your father's cow, of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer; And got a calf in that same noble seat,

which, out of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.

do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. Re-enter ANTONIO, with the ladies masked. Bene. Come, come, we are friends :-let's have a Claud. For this I owe you : here come other dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our reckonings.

own hearts, and our wives' heels. Which is the dy I must seize upon ?

Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards. Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her. Bene. First, o'my word; therefore, play, music. Claud. Why, then she's mine : Sweet, let me see Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a

(hand wife : there is no staff more reverend than one tipped Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her with horn. Before this friar, and swear to marry her.

Enter a Messenger. Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar; Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta’en in flight, I am your husband, if you like of ine.

And brought with armed men back to Messina. Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife : Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow ; I'll de

[Unmasking. vise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike up, And when you loved, you were my other husband : pipers.


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OBERON, King of the Fairies.
Eorus, Father to Hermia.

TITANIA, Queen of the Fairies.
LYSANDER,-DEMETRIUS,-in love with Hermia. Puck, or Robin-goodfellow, a Fairy.
PHILOSTRATE, Master of the Revels to Theseus. PEAS-BLOSSOM,
Quince, the Carpenter.


Fairies, Syug, the Joiner.

Мотн, , Borrom, the Wearer.

MUSTARD-SEED, FLUTE, the Bellows mender.

Pyramus, Sout, the Tinker.


Characters in the Interlude performed STARVELING, the Tailor.

Wall, HIPPOLYTA, Queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Moonshine,

by the Clowns. Theseus.

HERMIA, Daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander. Other Pairies attending their King and Queen.
HELENA, in love with Demetrius.

Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta.
SCENE,-Athens, and a Wood not far from it.



Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint SCENE I.-Athens. A Room in the Palace of Theseus. Against my child, my daughter Hermia.Enter Theseus, HIPPOLYTA, PhilostraTE,

Stand forth, Demetrius ;—my noble lord, and Attendants.

This man hath my consent to marry her:The. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour

Stand forth, Lysander ;-and, my gracious duke, Draws on apace; four happy days bring in

This hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child : Another moon; but, oh, methinks, how slow

Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires,

And interchang'd love-tokens with my child: Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,

Thou hast by moon-light at her window sung, Long withering out a young man's revenue.

With feigning voice, verses of feigning love ; Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves in And stolen the impression of her fantasy nights;

With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, Foar nights will quickly dream away the time;

Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweet-meats; messengers And then the moon, like to a silver bow

Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth: New bent in heaven, sball behold the night

With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart; Of our solemnities.

Turn'd her obedience, wbich is due to me,
Go, Philostrate,

To stubborn barshness :- And, my gracious duke,

Be it so she will not here before your grace
Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;

Consent to marry with Demetrius,
Tarn melancholy forth to funerals,

I beg the ancient privilege of Athens; The pale companion is not for our pomp.:

As she is mine, I may dispose of her:

Which shall be either to this gentleman,
[Exit Philostrate.

Or to her death; according to our law,
Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,
And won thy love, doing thee injuries ;

Immediately provided in that case. [maid: But I will wed thee in another key,

The. What say you, Hermia? be advised, fair With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling.

To you your father should be as a god;

One that compos'd your beauties ; yea, and one Enter EGEUS, HERMIA, LYSANDER, and To whom you are but as a form in wax, DEMETRIUS.

By him imprinted, and within his power
Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke! To leave the figure, or disfigure it.
The. Thanks, good Egeus : What's the news Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.
with thee?

Her, So is Lysander.

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In himself he is : How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice: Her. Belike, for want of rain; which I could
The other must be held the worthier.

Her. I would, my father look'd but with my Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes.

[look. Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read,
The. Rather your eyes must with bis judgment Could ever hear by tale or history,
Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. The course of true love never did ruu smooth:
I know not by what power I am made bold; But, either it was different in blood ;-
Nor how it may concern my modesty

Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low !
In such a presence here to plead my thoughts: Lys. Or else misgrasled, in respect of years ;-;
But I beseech your grace, that I may know

Her. Ospite! too old to be engaged to young! The worst that may befall me in this case,

Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends : If I refuse to wed Demetrius.

Her. ( hell! to choose love by another's eye! The. Either to die the death, or to abjure

Lys. Or if there were a sympathy in choice,
For ever the society of men.

War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it;
Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, Making it momentary as a sound,
Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
You can endure the livery of a nun;

That, in a spleen, unfolds both beaven and earth,
For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,

And ere a man hath power to say,-- -Behold!
To live a barren sister all your life,

The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. So quick bright things come to confusion.
Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, Her. If then true lovers have been ever oross'd,
To undergo sach maiden pilgrimage:

It stands as an edict in destiny:
But earthlier happy is the rose distillid,

Then let us teach our trial patience, Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Because it is a customary cross;

[sighs, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and

Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's followers. Ere I will yield my virgin patent up

Lys. A good persuasion ; therefore, hear me, Unto his lordship, whose up wished yoke

I have a widow aunt, a dowager [Hermia. My soal consents not to give sovereignty. (moon, of great revenue, and she hath no child :

The. Take time to pause; and, by the next new From Athens is her house remote seven leagues ; (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, And she respects me as her only son. For everlasting bond of fellowship,)

There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee; Upon that day either prepare to die,

And to that place the sharp Athenian law For disobedience to your father's will ;

Cannot pursue us : If thou lov'st me then, Or else, to wed Demetrius, as he would :

Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night; Or on Diana's altar to protest,

And in the wood, a league without the towa,
For aye, austerity and single life.

Where I did meet thee once with Helena,
Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia ;-And, Lysander, To do observance to a morn of May,
Thy crazed title to my certain right. (yield There will I stay for thee.

Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius; Her. My good Lysander!
Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him. I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow;

Ege. Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my love; By his best arrow with the golden head ;
And what is mine my love shall render him; By the simplicity of Venas' doves;
And she is mine; and all my right of her

By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves ;
I do estate unto Demetrius.

And by that fire, which burn'd the Carthage queen,
Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, When the false Trojan under sail was seen ;
As well possess'd; my love is more than his; By all the vows that ever men have broke,
My fortunes every way as fairly rank’d,

In number more than ever women spoke;-
If not with vantage, as Demetrius';

In that same place thou hast appointed me,
And, which is more than all these boasts can be, To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. [Helena.
I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia:

Lys. Keep promise, love : Look, here comes
Why should not I then prosecute my right?
Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,

Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,

Her. God speed fair Helena! 'Whither away? And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, Hel. Call you me fair! that fair again unsay. Devoutly does, dotes in idolatry,

Demetrius loves your fair : 0, happy fair!. Upon this spotted and inconstant man.

Your eyes are load-stars; and your tongue's sweet The. I must confess, that I have heard so much, More taneable than lark to shepherd's ear, [air And with Demetrius thought to bave spoke thereof; When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. But, being over-full of self-affairs,

Sickness is catching; 0, were favour so! My mind did lose it.—But, Demetrius, come ; Your's would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I

go ; And come, Egeus; you shall go with me,

My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, I have some private schooling for you both. My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet fair Hermia, look you arm yourself

melody. To fit your fancies to your father's will;

Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, Or else the law of Athens yields you up

The rest I'll give to be to you translated. (Which by no means we may extenuate,)

O, teach me how you look ; and with what art
To death, or to a vow of single life.--

You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.
Come, my Hippolyta; what cheer, my love ? Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still.
Demetrius, and Egeus, go along :

Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles
I must employ you in some business

such skill! Against our nuptial; and confer with you

Her. I give bim curses, yet he gives me love. of something nearly that concerns yourselves. Hel. 0, that my prayers could such affection Ege. With duty and desire we follow you.

move! [Exeunt Thes. Hip. Ege. Dem. and train. Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me. Lays. How now, my love? Why is your cheek Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. so pale?

Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine.

For you,

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Hel. None, but your beauty; 'Would that fault Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly were mine!

for love. Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my face; Bot. That will ask some tears in the true perLysander and myself will fly this place.

forining of it: if I do it, let the audience look to Before the time I did Lysander see,

their eyes ; I will move storms, I will condole in Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me :

some measure. To the rest :-Yet my chief humour Othen, what graces in my love do dwell,

is for a tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, or a part That he bath turn'd a heaven into a hell!

to tear a cat in, to make all split. Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold :

“ The ragiog rocks, To-morrow night, when Phæbe doth behold

“ With shivering shocks, Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass,

Sball break the locks Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,

“Of prison-gates : (A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,)

“ And Phibbus' car Through Athens' gates have we devis’d to steal.

“ Shall shine from far, Her. And in the wood, where often you and I

" And make and mar Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie,

The foolish fates." Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet, This was lofty !-Now name the rest of the players. There my Lysander and myself shall meet : -This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes,

more condoling. To seek new friends and stranger companies.

Quir. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.
Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us, Ilu. Here, Peter Quince.
And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius !

Quin. You must take Thisby on you.
Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight?
From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight. Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love.

(Exit Hermia. Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I Lys. I will, my Hermia.—Helena, adieu : have a beard coming. As you on him, Demetrius dote on you! [Exit Lys. Quin. That's all one ; you shall play it in a mask,

Hel. How happy some, o'er other some can be! and you may speak as small as you will, Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; too: I'll speak in a monstrous little voice ; – Thisne, He will not know what all but he do kauw. Thisne,—Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy Thisby And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,

dear! and lady dear! So I, admiring of his qualities.

Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus, and, Flute, Things base and vile, holding no quantity,

Bot. Well, proceed.

[you Thisby Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; Star. Here, Peter Quince. And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind : Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste;

mother.-Tom Snout, the tipker. Wings, and do eyes, figure nnheedy haste :

Snout. Here, Peter Quince. And therefore is love said to be a child,

Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thisby's Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.

father ;-Snug, the joiner, you the lion's part: As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, and, I hope, here is a play fitted. So the boy Love is perjur'd every where :

Snug. Have you the lion's part written? pray For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eybe, you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study. He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine; Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, but roaring So he dissoly'd, and showers of oaths did melt. Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I vill go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:

I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night, roar, that I will make the duke say, Let him roar Pursue ber: and for this intelligence,

again, Let him roar again. If I have thanks, it is a dear expence :

Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you Bat berein mean I to enrich my pain,

would fright the duchess and the ladies, that they To bare bis sight thither, and back again. [Exit. would shriek; and that were enough to bang us all.

AU. That would hang us every mother's son. SCENE II.-The same. A Room in a Cottage. Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should Enter SNCG, BOTTOM, Flute, Snoor, Quince, fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have and STARVELING.

no more discretion but to hang us: but I will ag

gravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently Quin. Is all our company here?

as any sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any Bot. You were best to call them generally, man nightingale. by man, according to the scrip.

Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus : for Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name, Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, our interlade before the duke and duchess, on bis gentleman-like man; therefore you must needs play wedding-day at night.

Pyramus. Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were treats on; then read the names of the actors; and I best to play it in ? so grow to a point.

Quin. Why, what you will. Quin. Marry,our playis—The mostlamentable co Bot. I will discharge it in either your strawmedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby. coloured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your

Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, purple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-coaad a merry.--Now, good Peter Quince, call forth | loured beard, your perfect yellow. your actors by the scroll :~Masters, spread your Quin. Some of your French crowns have no hair selves.

(weaver. at all, and then yon will play bare-faced. But, Quin. Answer as I call you.-Nick Bottom, the masters, here are your parts: and I am to entreat Bul. Ready: Name what part I am for, and you, request you, and desire you, to con them by proceed.

(ramus. io-morrow night; and meet me in the palace wood, Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Py a mile without the town, by moon-light; there will Bot. What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant ?

we rehearse ; for if we meet in the city we shall be

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dogg'd with company, and our devices known. In Obe. Tarry, rash wanton ; Am not I thy lord ? the mean time I will draw a bill of properties, such Tita. Then I must be thy lady : But I know, as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not. When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,

Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse And in the shape of Corin sat all day, more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains; be Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love perfect; adieu.

To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here, Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.

Come from the farthest steep of India?
But. Enough; hold, or cut bow-strings. (Exeunt. But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,

Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love,

To Theseus must be wedded; and you come
SCENE I.-A Wood near Athens.

To give their bed joy and prosperity.

Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania, Enter a Fairy at one door, and Puck at another.

Glance at my credit with Hippolyta, Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you?

Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?
Fai. Over hill, over dale,

Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering
Thorough bush, thorough briar,

From Perigenia, whom he ravished ? [night
Over park, over pale,

And make him with fair Æglé break his faith,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,

With Ariadne, and Antiopa?
I do wander every where,

Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy: Swifter than the moones sphere;

And never, since the middle summer's spring, And I serve the fairy queen,

Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,
To dew her orbs upon the green:

By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,
The cow slips tall her pensioners be;

Or on the beached margent of the sea,
In their gold coats spots you see;

To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, Those be rubies, fairy favours,

But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. In those freckles live their savours :

Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, I must go seek some dew-drops here,

As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea And bang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

Contagious fogs, which falling in the land,
Farewell, thou lob of spirits, I'll be gone ; Have every pelting river made so proud,
Our queen and all her elves come here anon. That they have overborne their continents :

Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to-night; The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
Take heed, the queen come not within his sight.

The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,

Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard : Because that she, as her attendant, bath

The fold stands empty in the drowned field, A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king;

The crows are fatted with the murrain flock; She never had so sweet a changeling:

The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud; And jealous Oberon would have the child

And the quaint mazes in the wanton green,
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild :

For lack of tread, are undistinguishable;
But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy; The human mortals want their winter here ;
Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy: No night is now with hymn or carol blest :-
And now they never meet in grove, or green, Therefore the moon, the governess of foods,
By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen,

Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
But they do square; that all their elves, for fear, That rheumatic diseases do abound:
Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there.

And thorough this distemperature, we see
Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making quite, | The seasons alter; hoary-headed frosts
Or else you are that shrewd and knavisb sprite, Fall in the fresh lap of ihe crimson rose;
Call'd Robin Good-fellow: are you not he, And on old Hyem's chio, and icy crown,
That fright the maidens of the villagery;

An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern, Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer,
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; The chilling autumn, angry winter, change
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm;

Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world,
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?

By their increase, now knows not which is which :
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, And this same progeny of evils comes
You do their work, and they shall have good luck : From our debate, from our dissension;
Are not you he?

We are their parents and original.
Thou speak'st aright;

Obe. Do you amend it then ; it lies in you:
I am that merry wanderer of the night,

Why should Titania cross her Oberon? I jest to Oberon, and make him smile,

I do but beg a little changeling boy, When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,

To be my henchman. Neighing in likeness of a filly foal :


Set your heart at rest, And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl,

The fairy land buys not the child of me. In very likeness of a roasted crab;

His mother was a vot’ress of my order: And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, And, in the spiced Indian air, by night, And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale.

Full often baih she gossip'd by my side; The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,

And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;

Marking the embarked traders on the flood; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,

When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, And tailor cries, and falls into a congh ;

And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind : And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe; Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait, And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear, Following (her womb, then rich with my young A merrier hour was never wasted there. Would imitate ; and sail upon the land, squire,) But room, Faery, here comes Oberon.

To fetch me trifles, and return again, Fai. And here my mistress :-'Would that he

As from a voyage, rich with merchandize. were gone!

But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; SCENE II.--Enter OBERON, at one door, with his And, for her sake, I do rear up the boy;

train, and TITANIA, at another, with hers. And, for her sake, I will not part with him. Obe. Ill met by moon-light, proud Titania. Obe. How long within this wood intend you stay?

Tila. What, jealous Oberon? Fairy, skip hence; T'ita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day. I bave forsworn bis bed and company.

If you will patiently dance in our round,

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