But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: Lys. Amen, Amen, to that fair prayer, say I; And then end life, when I end loyalty! Here is my bed: Sleep give thee all his rest! Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd. [They sleep. Enter Puck. Puck. Through the forest have I gone, And here the maiden, sleeping sound, All the power this charm doth owe: When thou wak'st, let love forbid Enter Demetrius and Helena, running. Exit. Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus. Hel. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. Dem. Stay, on thy peril; alone will go. [Exit Demetrius. Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase! For beasts that meet me, run away for fear: sake. Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet [Waking. Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word Is that vile name, to perish on my sword? Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not 30: What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though? Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. Lys. Content with Hermia? No: I do repent The tedious minutes I with her have spent. Not Hermia, but Helena I love: Who will not change a raven for a dove? The will of man is by his reason sway'd: And reason says you are the worthier maid. Things growing are not ripe until their season; So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason; And touching now the point of human skill, Reason becomes the marshal to my will, And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook Love's stories, written in love's richest book. Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, That I did never, no, nor never can, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, And never may'st thou come Lysander near! [Exit. And all my powers, address your love and might, To honour Helen, and to be her knight! [Exit. Her. [starting.] Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy best, To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! ACT III. SCENE I.-The same. The Queen of Fairies lying Bot. Are we all met ? Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous conve. nient place for our rehearsal: This green plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyringhouse; and we will do it in action, as we will do it before the duke. Bot. Peter Quince, Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom? Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that? Snout. By'rlakin, a parlous fear. Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out. when all is done. Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all well. Write me a prologue: and let the prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords: and that Pyramus is not killed indeed: and, for the more better assurance, tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: This will put them out of fear, Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and it shall be written in eight and six. Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight. Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion ? Star. I fear it, I promise you. Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves: to bring in, God shield us! a lion among ladies, is a most dreadful thing: for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion, living; and we ought to look to it. Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell, he is not a lion. Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must be seen through the lion's neck; and he himself must speak through, saying thus, or to the same defect,-Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish you, or, I would request you, or, I would entreat you, not to fear, not to tremble: my life for yours. 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 other men are: and there, indeed, let him name his name; and tell them plainly, he is Snug the joiner. Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard things; that is, to bring the moon-light into a chamber for you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moon-light. Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we play our play? Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanack; find out moon-shine, find out moon-shine. Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night. Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of the great chamber-window, where we play, open; and the moon may shine in at the casement. Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns and a lantern, and say, he comes to disfigure, or to present, the person of moon-shine. Then, there is another thing; we must have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby, says the story, did talk through the chink of a wall. Snug. You never can bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom ? Bot. Some man or other must present wall: and let him have some plaster, or some lome, or some rough-cast about him, to signify wall; or let him hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper. Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your parts. Pyramus, you begin: when you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake; and so every one according to his cue. Enter Puck behind. Bot. Why do they run away ? this is a knavery of them, to make me afeard. Re-enter Snout. Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee? Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's head of your own; Do you? Re-enter Quince. Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art The ousel cock, so black of hue, Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again: Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swag. reason for that: And yet, to say the truth, reason gering here, So near the cradle of the fairy queen? Quin. Speak, Pyramus :-Thisby, stand forth. Pyr. odours savours sweet. So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.But, hark, a voice! stay thou but here a while, And by and by I will to thee appear. [Exit. Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here! [Aside.-Exit. This. Must I speak now? Quin. Ay, marry, must you: for you must understand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again. This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily white of hue. Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, Most brisky juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew, As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire, I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. Quin. Ninus' tomb, man: Why you must not speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you speak all your part at once, cues and all.-Pyramus enter; your cue is past; it is, never tire. Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass's head. This. O,-As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire. Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine :-Quin. O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. Pray, masters! fly, masters! help! [Exeunt Clowns. Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round. Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier; Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. and love keep little company together now-a-days: The more the pity, that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion. Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. Bot. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn. Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go; 3 Fai. 2 Fai. Hail! 3 Fai. Hail! 4 Fai. Hail! Bot. I cry your worship's mercy, heartily.-I be seech your worship's name. Cob. Cobweb. Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, And kill me too. good master Cobweb: If I cut my finger, I shall The sun was not so true unto the day, make bold with you.-Your name, honest gentle-As he to me: Would he have stol'n away man? Peas. Peas-blossom. From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon, This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash, May through the center creep, and so displease your mother, and to master Peas cod, your father. Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes. Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire you of It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him; more acquaintance too.-Your name, I beseech | So should a murderer look; so dead, so grim. you, sir? Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so Mus. Mustard-seed. Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, 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. Tita. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower. The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, Lamenting some enforced chastity. Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Another Part of the Wood. Enter Oberon. Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd; Then, what it was that next came in her eye, Which she must dote on in extremity. Enter Puck. Here comes my messenger.-How now, mad spirit? Anon, his Thisbe must be answered, should I, Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty: Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then? 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. 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. And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: Of thy misprision must perforce ensue And forth my mimick comes: When they him spy, Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: Obe. This falls out better than I could devise. But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do? Puck. I took him sleeping,-that is finish'd too,-And the Athenian woman by his side; That when he wak'd, of force she must be ey'd. Enter Demetrius and Hermia. Obe. Stand close; this is the same Athenian. Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. Dem. O, why rebuke you him that love you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man hold ing troth, A million fail, confounding oath on oath. Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens look thou find : All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear. By some illusion see thou bring her here; I'll charm his eyes, against she do appear. Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go; Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. [Exit. Hit with Cupid's archery, Re-enter Puck. Puck. Captain of our fairy band, And the youth mistook by me, Lord, what fools these mortals be! Puck. Then will two at once, woo one; And those things do best please me, Enter Lysander and Helena. Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy! Lys. Why should you think, that I shonid woo To fashion this false sport in spite of me. When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! These vows are Hermia's; Will you give her o'er? Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh: Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes; Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him bide, The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so? Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be. Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid! Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, Her. I am amazed at your passionate words: Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse; My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena ! Hel. O excellent! Her. Sweet, do not scorn her so. Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel. Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she entreat ; Thy threats have no more strength, than her weak I swear by that which I will lose for thee, Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this? Lys. Away, you Ethiop! Dem. No, no, sir :-he will Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent. Yes, 'sooth; and so do you Dem. I would, I had your bond; for, I perceive, A weak bond holds you; I'll not trust your word. Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead? Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. Her. What, can you do me greater harm, than hate? Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love? Since night, you lov'd me; yet, since night you Why, then you left me,-0, the gods forbid !- Lys. Her. O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom! Lys. Now she holds me not; [Exil. Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. [fight: Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to Her. Puppet! why so? Ay, that way goes the As one come not within another's way. game. Now I perceive that she hath made compare Let her not strike me: You, perhaps, may think, Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you; I told him of your stealth unto this wood: But he hath chid me hence; and threaten'd me Her. Why, get you gone: Who is't that hinders Hel. A foolish heart that I leave here behind. Hel. Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, haste; For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and Troop home to church-yards: damned spirits all, I with the morning's love have oft made sport; Lys. Be not afraid: she shall not harm thee, Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you take her Hel. O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd: Her. Little again? nothing but low and little ?- Lys. Dem. You are too officious, In her behalf that scorns your services. [Exit Oberon. |