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this grove,

And see oor moon-light revels, go with us; To leave the city, and commit yourself
If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. Into the hands of one, that loves you not;

Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. To trust the opportunity of night,

Tita. Not for thy kingdom. Fairies away: And the ill counsel of a desert place, We shall chide downright, if I longer stay.

With the rich worth of your virginity. [Exeunt Titania and her train. Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that. Obe. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this It is not night, when I do see your face, Till I torment thee for this injury. [grove, Therefore I think I am not in the night: My gentle Puck, come hither: Thou remember'st Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company; Since once I sat upon a promontory,

For you, in my respect, are all the world, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Then how can it be said, I am alone, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, When all the world is here to look on me? That the rude sea grew civil at her song;

Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,

And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. To hear the sea-maid's music.

Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Puck.

I remember. Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd; Obe. That very time I saw,(but thou could'stnot,) Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase ; Flying between the cold moon and the earth, The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Capid all arm'd: a certain aim he took

Makes speed to catch the tiger: Bootless speed! At à fair vestal, throned by the west;

When cowardice pursues, and valour flies. And loos'a his love-shaft smartly from his bow, Dem. I will not stay thy questions; let me go: As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: Or, if thou follow me, do not believe But I might see young Capid's fiery shaft

But I shall do thee mischief in the wood. Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry woon;

Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, And the imperial vot’ress passed on,

You do me mischief. Fy, Demetrius! In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: Yet mark'a I where the bolt of Cupid fell :

We cannot fight for love, as men may do; It fell upon a little western flower, —

We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. Before, milk-white ; pow purple with love's wound, I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, And maidens call it love-in-ídleness.

To die upon the hand I love so well. Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once;

[Exeunt Dem, and Hel. The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid,

Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees.

Thou shalt ily him, and he shall seek thy love.Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again, Ere the leviathan can swim a league.

Re-enter Puck. Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer. In forty minutes.

[Exit Puck.

Puck. Ay, there it is.
Having once this juice,


I pray thee, give it me. I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, And drop the liquor of it in her eyes :

Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; The best thing then she waking looks upon, Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine, (Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,

With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine : On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,)

There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, She shall pursue it with the soul of love.

Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; And ere I take this charm off from ber sight, And there the snake throws her enameli'd skin, (As I can take it, with another herb,)

Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy, in: I'll make her render up her page to me.

And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes, Bat who comes here?' I am invisible ;

And make ber full of hateful fantasies. And I will over-hear their conference.

Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA following him.

A sweet Athenian lady is in love

With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes; Dem, I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. But do it, when the next thing he espies Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia ?

May be the lady: Thou shalt know the man The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me.

By the Athenian garments he hath on. Thou told'st me, they were stol'n into this wood, Eirect it with some care ; that he may prove And here am I, and wood within this wood, More fond on her, than she upon her love : Because I cannot meet with Hermia.

And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so. Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;

[Ereunt. Bat yet you draw not iron, for my heart Is true as steel : Leave you your power to draw,

SCENE III.-Another part of the Wood. And I shall have no power to follow you.

Enter TITANIA, with her train.
Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?
Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth

Tita. Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song; Tell you-I do not, nor I cannot love you ?

Then, for the third part of a minute, hence;

Some to kill caukers in the musk-rose.buds; Hél. And even for that do I love you the more. I am your spaniel ; and, Demetrius,

Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:

To make my small elves coats; and some, keep back Use me bat as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,

The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,

At our quaint spirits : Sing me now asleep; Unworthy as I am, to follow you.

Then to your offices, and let me rest. What worser place can I beg in your love,

SONG. (And yet a place of high respect with me,) Than to be used as you use your dog?

I. Dema. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; 1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue, Por I am sick, when I do look on thee.

Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen; Hel. And I am sick, when I look not on you.

Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong; Dem. You do impeach your modesty too mach,

Come not near our fairy queen :




Sleep bis seat on thy eye-lid.
Philomel, with melody,

So awake, when I am gone;
Sing in our sweet lullaby:

For I must now to Oberon. (Exit. Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby:

Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running.
Never harm, nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;

Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Deme-
So, good night, with lullaby.


[me thus. II.

Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt 2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here;

Hel. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. Hence, you long-legg’d spinners, hence;

Dem. Stay, on thy peril; 1 alone will go.

(Exit Demetrius. Beetles black, approach not near;

Hel. 0, I am out of breath in this fond chase!
Worm, nor snail, do no offence.

The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Philomel, with melody, &c.

Happy is Hermia, whereso’er she lies;

For she bath blessed and attractive eyes. 1 Fai. Hence, away; now all is well:

How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears : One, aloof, stand sentinel. [Exeunt Fairies. Tilania sleeps. No, no, I am as ugly as a bear ;

If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.

For beasts that meet me, run away for fear:
Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius

(Squeezes the flower on Titania's eye-lids. Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus. Do it for thy true-love take;

What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Love, and languish for his sake;

Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne ? Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,

But who is here :-Lysander! on the ground! Pard, or boar with bristled hair,

Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound:In thy eye that shall appear

Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake. When thou wak’st, it is thy dear;

Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet Wake, when some vile thing is near. [Exit.



Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art,

That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the Where is Demetrius ? O, how fit a word

Is that vile name, to perish on my sword ? And, to speak troth, I have forgot our way; Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so: We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what And tarry for the comfort of the day.

though? Her. Be it so, Lysander, find you out a bed, Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content. For I upon this bank will rest my head.

Lys. Content with Hermia? No: I do repent
Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; The tedions minutes I with her have spent.
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.

Not Hermia, but Helena I love:
Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, who will not change a raven for a dove?
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.

The will of man is by his reason sway'd :
Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence; And reason says you are the worthier maid.
Love takes the meaning, in love's conference.

Things growing are not ripe until their season ; I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit;

So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason; So that but one heart we can make of it:

And touching now the point of human skill, Two bosoms interchained with an oath;

Reasou becomes the marshal to my will, So then, two bosoms, and a single troth.

And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook Then, by your side no bed-room me deny; Love's stories, written in love's richest book, For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.

Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? Her. Lysander riddles very prettily.

When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn ? Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied.

That I did never, no, nor never can, But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy

Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, Lie further off'; in human modesty

But you must flout my insufliciency? Such separation, as, may well be said,

Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid :

In such disdainful manner me to woo.
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend : But fare you well : perforce I must confess,
Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end !
Lys. Amen, Amen, to that fair prayer, say I;

I thought you lord of more true gentleness.

0, that a lady, of one man refus'd, And then end life, when I end loyalty !

Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! [Exit, Here is my bed : Sleep give thee all his rest! Lys. She sees not Hermia :--Hermia, sleep thou Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be

there; press'd!

(They sleep.) | And never may'st thou come Lysander near! Enter Puck.

For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
Puck. Throngh the forest have I gone,

The deepest loathing to the stomach brings;
But Athenian found I none,

Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
On whose eyes I might approve

Are hated most of those they did deceive;
This flower's force in stirring love. So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,
Night and silence! who is here?

of all be hatead; but the most of me!
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:

And all my powers, address your love and might, This is he, my master said,

To honour Helen, and to be her knight! [Erit. Despised the Athenian maid;

Her. (Starting.) Help me, Lysander, help me! And here the maiden, sleeping sound,

do thy best, On the dank and dirty ground.

To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!
Pretty soul! she duist not lie

Ah me, for pity !—what a dream was here?
Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy. Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear!
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw

Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
All the power this charm doth owe : And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :
When thou wak'st,let love forbid

Lysander! what, remov'd ? Lysander! lord!

What, out of hearing ? gone ? no sound, no word ? Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come,
Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear; sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your
Speak, of all loves; I swoon almost with fear. parts. Pyramus, you begin : when you have spoken
No ?-then I well perceive you are not nigh: your speech, enter into that brake; and so every
Either death, or you, I'll find immediately. (Exit. one according to his cue.

Enter Puck behind.
SCENE 1.--The same. The Queen of. Fairies

Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swaglying asleep.

gering here, Exter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, What, a play toward? I'll be an auditor;

So near the cradle of the fairy queen ? and STARVELING.

An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause. Bot. Are we all met ?

Quin. Speak, Pyramus :- Thisby, stand forth. Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous conve Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet, nient place for our rebearsal : This green plot shall Quin. Odours, odours. be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring house; Pyr. odours savours sweet : and we will do it in action, as we will do it before So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.Bot. Peter Quince,

[the duke. But, hark, a voice! stay thou but here a while, Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom?

And hy and by I will to thee appear.

(Exit. Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd

here ! and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus

(A side.)–(Exit. mast draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies This. Must I speak now? cannot abide. How answer you that?

Quin. Ay, marry, must you : for you must unSnout. By'rlakin, a parlous fear.

derstand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, and is to come again. when all is done.

This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily white of hue, Bot. Not a whit: I have a device to make all Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, well. Write me a prologue: and let the prologue Most briskly juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew, seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords: As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire, and that Pyramus is not killed indeed : and, for ru meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. the more better assurance, tell them, that I Pyramus Quin. Ninus' tomb, man: Why you must not am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver : This speak that yet: that you answer to Pyramus : you will pat them out of fear.

speak all your part at once, cues and all. Pyramus Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and enter; your cue is past; it is, never tire. it shall be written in eight and six.

Bot. No, make it two more ; let it be written in Re-enter Puck, and BOTTOM with an ass's head. eight and eight. Srout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion?

This. 0,-As true as truest horse, that yet would Star. I fear it, I promise you.

never tire. Bol. Masters, you ought to consider with your

Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine :selves: to bring in, God shield us! a lion among Pray, masters! fly, masters! help! [Exeunt Clowns.

Quin. O monstrous ! O strange! we are haunted. ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for there is not a

Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead more fearful wild-fowl than your lion, living; and


abont a round, we oaght to look to it.

[is not a lion.

Through bog, through bush, through brake, Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell, he

through brier; face must be seen through the lion's neck; and be Aud neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half’his Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,

A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire;

and burn, himself most speak through, saying thus, or to the same defect,- Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish

Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.

[Exit. you, or, I would request you, or, I would entreat you, not to fear, not to tremble; my life for yours. of them, to make me afeard.

Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life: No, I am no such thing; I am a man as

Re-enter SNOUT. other men are:-and there, indeed, let him name his name; and tell them plainly, he is Snug the joiner.

Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two

see on thee? hard things; that is, to bring the moon-light into a

Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's head of chamber : for you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet your own ; do you? by moon-light.

[our play?

Re-enter QUINCE. Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we play

Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the alma Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art Dack; find out moon-sbine, find out moon-shine. translated.

[Exit. Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.

Bot. I see their knavery: this is to make an ass Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not the great chamber window, where we play, open; stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk and the moon may shine in at the casement. up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush hear I am not afraid.

(Šings.) of thorns and a lantern, and say, he comes to dis

The ousel-cock, so black of hue, figure, or to present, the person of moon-shine. Then, there is another thing: we must have a wall

With orange-tawny bill,

The throstle with his note so true, in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby,

The wren with little quill; says the story, did talk through the chink of a wall. Snug. You never can bring in a wall.--What

Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery say you, Bottom?


(Waking.) Bot. Some man or other must present wall : and let him bave some plaster, or some loam, or some Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, rough-cast about him, to signify wall; or let him

The plain-song cuckoo gray, hold his fingers thus, and through that crappy shall

Whose note full many a man doth mark, Pyramus and Thisby whisper.

And dares not answer, nay;

for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a

Enter Puck. bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry Here comes my messenger. How now, mad spirit! cuckoo, never so?

What night-rule now about this haunted grove ? Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again : Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love, Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note,

Near to her close and consecrated bower,
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;

While she was in her dall and sleeping hour,
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me, A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,

Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little Were met together to rehearse a play,
reason for that: And yet, to say the truth, reason Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
and love keep little company together now-a-days: The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
The more the pity, that some honest neighbours Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake:

When I did him at this advantage take, Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. An ass's nowl I fixed on his head;

Bot. Not so, neither : but if I had wit enough Anon, his Thisbe must be answered, to get out of this wood, I bave enough to serve And forth my mimic comes: When they him spy, mine own turn.

As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go; Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
I am a spirit, of no common rate;

Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;
The summer still doth tend upon my state,

So, at his sight, away bis fellows fly: And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; And, at our stamp, bere o'er and o'er one falls; I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee;

He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep :

strong, And I will purge thy mortal grossness so,

Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.

For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; Peas-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-seed! Some, sleeves ; some, hats : from yielders all things

I led them on in this distracted fear,
Enter four Fairies.

[catch. 1 Fai. Ready.

And left sweet Pyramus translated there: And I. 2 Fai,

When in that moment (so it came to pass,) 3 Fai. And I.

Titania wak’d, and straightway lov'd an ass. 4 Fai,

Obe. This falls out better than I could devise.

Where shall we go? Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;

With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do? Feed him with apricocks, and dewberries;

Puck. I took him sleeping,- that is finish'd too,

And the Athenian woman by his side ; With purple grapes, green ligs, and mulberries;

That when he wak’d, of force she must be ey'd.
The honey bags steal from the humble-bees,
And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs,

And light them ai the fiery glow-worm's eyes,
To have my love to bed, and to arise;

Obe. Stand close; this is the same Athenian.

Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes :

Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so ? Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.

Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. 1 Fai, Hail, mortal!

Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee 2 Fai. Hail !

For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. 3 Fai. Hail!

If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, 4 Fai. Hail!

Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, Bot. I cry your worships mercy, heartily.-1 | The sun was not so true unto the day,

And kill me too. beseech, your worship’s name. Cob. Cobweb.

As he to me: Would be have stol'n away Bot. I shall desire you of more acqaintance, From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon, good master Cobweb: If I cut my tinger, I shali This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon make bold with you.--Your name, honest gentleHer brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes.

centre creep, and so displease Peas. Peas-blossom,

(man? Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash, So should a murderer look ; so dead, so grim.

It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him; your mother, and to master Peas-cod, your father. Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire you of Pierc'd through the beart with your stern cruelty:

Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so should I, more acquaintance too.Your name, I beseech Mus. Mustard-seed.

[you, sir?

Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your

As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. patience well: that same cowardly, giant-like ox

Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he? beef hath devoured many a gentleman of

Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me ?

your house : I promise you, your kindred hath made my

Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds. eyes water ere now. I desire you more acquaint

Her. Out, dog! out, our! thou driv'st me past ance, good master Mustard-seed. [bower.

the bounds Tita. Come, wait apon him; lead him to my Henceforth be never number'd among men!

Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then ? The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,

Oh! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake; Lamenting some enforced chastity.

Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, Tie up my love's tongue, bring hím silently.

And hast thou kill’a bim sleeping? O brave touch! [Exeunt.

Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?

An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
SCENE II.- Another part of the Wood. Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.

Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd;

I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; (mood : Then, what it was that next came in her eye, Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. Which she must dote on in extremity.

Her. I pray thee, tell me then, that he is well.


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Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefore? Can you not hate me, as I know you do,

Her. A privilege, never to see me more. But you must join, in souls, to mock me too? And from thy hated presence part I so:

If you were men, as men you are in show, See me no more, whether he be dead or no. [Exit. You would not use a gente lady so;

Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein : To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, Here, therefore, for a while I will remain.

When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow

You both are rivals, and love Hermia;
For debt, that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; And now both rivals, to mock Helena :
Which now, in some slight measure it will pay, A trim exploit, a manly enterprize,
If for his tender here I make some stay. (Lies down.) To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes,
Obe. Wbat hast thou done? thou hast mistaken With your derision! none, of noble sort,

Would so offend a virgin ; and extort
And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue

Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; Some true-love turn'd, and not a false tarn’d true. For you love Hermia; this, you know, I kuow:

Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holding And here, with all good will, with all my heart, A million fail, confounding oath on oath. [troth, In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;

Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And yours of Helena to me bequeath, And Helena of Athens look thou find :

Whom I do love, and will do to my death. All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer

Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. With sigbs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear: Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia: I will none : By some illusion see thou bring her bere;

If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone. l'll charm his eyes, against she do appear.

My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojourn’d; Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go;

And now to Helen is it home return'd,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. (Exit. There to remain.
Obe. Flower of this purple dye,


Helen, it is not so. Hit with Cupid's archery,

Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, Sink in apple of his eye!

Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.When bis love he doth espy,

Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. Let her sbine as gloriously

Enter HERMIA. As the Venas of the sky

Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function When thou wak'st, if she be by,

takes, Beg of her for remedy.

The ear more quick of apprehension makes;

Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
Re-enter Puck.

It pays the hearing double recompense :-
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,

Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; Helena is here at hand;

Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound. And the youth, mistook by me,

But why unkindly didst thou leave me so? Pleading for a lover's fee;

Lys. Why should he stay, whoin love doth press Shall we their fond pageant see?

to go?

(side? Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Her. What love could press Lysander from my Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make,

Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him bide, Will cause Demetrius to awake.

Fair Helena; who more engilds the night Puck. Then will two at once, woo one

Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light. [know, That must needs be sport alone;

Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee And those things do best please me,

The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so? That befal preposterously.

Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be.

Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy!
Enter LYSANDER and Helena.

Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three, Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo To fashion this false sport in spite of me. in scorn?

Injurious Hermia! most angrateful maid ! Scorn and derision never come in tears;

Have you conspir'd, have you with these contriv'd Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, To bait me with this foal derision? In their nativity all truth appears.

Is all the counsel, that we two have shar'd, How can these things in me seem scorn to you, The sisters' vows, the hoars that we have spent, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? When we have chid the hasty-footed time

Hel. You do advance your cunning more and more. For parting us,-0, and is all forgot?

When truth kills truth, devilish-boly fray! All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? These vows are Hermia's: Will you give her o'er? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing Have with our neelds created both one flower, weigh :

Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; Will even weigh; and both as light as tales. As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,

Lys. I had no jadgment, when to her I swore. Had been incorporate. So we grew together,
Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er. Like to a double cherry, seeming parted;
Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. But yet a union in partition,
Dem. (Awaking.). O Helen, goddess, nymph, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem :
perfect, divine !

So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show

Due but to one, and crowned with one crest. Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! And will you rend our ancient love asunder, That pare congealed white, bigh Taurus' snow, To join with men in scorning your poor friend ? Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly: When thou hold'st up thy band: 0, let me kiss Our sex, as well as I, may cbide you for it; This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss! Though I alone do feel the injury.

Hei. O spite!'O hell! I see you all are bent Her. I am amazed at your passionate words : To set against me, for your merriment.

I scorn you not ; it seems that you scorn me. If you were civil, and knew courtesy,

Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, You would not do me thus much injury,

To follow me, and praise my eyes and face ?

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