Ob. Sound, mufic; come, my Queen, take hand with me, And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. Now thou and I are new in amity; And will to morrow midnight folemnly Puck. Fairy King, attend and mark; Ob. Then, my Queen, in filence fad ; » Queen. Come, my lord, and in your flight With these mortals on the ground. [Sleepers lie ftill. [Exeunt. [Wind borns within. Enter Thefeus, Egeus, Hippolita, and all his Train. The. Go one of you, find out the forefter, For now our obfervation is perform'd, * I. Profperity. 8 Dance in Duke Thefeus' boufe triumphantly, And blefs it to all FAIR pofterity;] We should ead, to all FAR pofterity .e. to the remoteft pofterity. WARBURTON. 9 Then, my Queen, in filence fad, Trip we after the night's jbade.] Mr. Theobald says, why fad? Fairies are pleafed to follow night. He will have it fade; and fo, to mend the rhime, And fpoils both the fenfe and gram mar. But he mistakes the meaning of fad; it fignifies only grave, fober; and is opposed to their dances and revels, which were now ended at the finging of the morning lark.So Winter's Tale, A&t 4. My father and the gentleman are in SAD talk. For grave o ferious. WARBURTON. 1 Our obfervation is performed] The honours due to the morning of May. I know not why Shakespear calls this play a Mid Summer And fince we have the vaward of the day, Of hounds and echo in conjunction. Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, Was never hallo'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, Judge, when you hear. But foft, what nymphs are these? Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep, I wonder at their being here together. The. No doubt, they rofe up early to obferve The Rite of May; and, hearing our intent, That Hermia fhould give anfwer of her choice? fammer Night's Dream, when he • So fewed, That is, fo mouthed. Flews are the large fall spots. The. The Go bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. Horns, and Shout within: Demetrius, Lyfander, The. Good morrow, friends; Saint Valentine is Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? The. I pray you all, ftand up: To fleep by hate, and fear no enmity? I came with Hermia hither. Our intent Ege. Enough, enough; my lord, you have enough; I beg the law, the law upon his head: They would have ftoll'n away, they would, Demetrius, Thereby to have defeated you and me; You, of your wife; and me, of my confent; Of my confent, that she should be your wife. Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Of this their purpose hither to this wood; And I in fury hither follow'd them; Fair Helena in fancy following me. 2 Fair Helena in fancy following me.] Fancy is here taken for love or affection and is opposed to fury, as before. But Sighs and tears poor Fancy's followers. Some now call that which a man takes particular delight in his Fancy But, my good lord, I wot not by what power, The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: Come, Hippolita. [Exe. Duke, Hippol. and Train. Dem. Thele things feem fmall and undiftinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. Hr. Methinks I fee thefe things with parted Eye; When every thing feems double. Hl. So, methinks; And I have found Demetrius like a Jewel, Fancy Flower fancier, for a Hi, and Bird fancier, for a lover and feeder of birds, are colloquial wo:ds. And I have found Demetrius like a JEWEL, Mine own, and not mine own.} Hermia had obferv'd that things Mine appeared double to her. Helena replies. fo methinks; and then fubjoins, that Demetrius was ke a jervel, her own and not her own. He is here, then, compared to fome thing which had the property of appearing to be one thing when it was another. Not Mine own, and not mine own. Dem. It feems to me, That yet we fleep, we dream. Do not you think, The Duke was here, and bid us follow him? Her. Yea, and my father. Hel. And Hippolita. Lyf. And he bid us follow to the temple. Dem. Why then, we are awake; let's follow him And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. [Exeunt. Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will anfwer. My next is, moft fair Pyramus heyho, -Peter Quince, Flute the bellows-mender! Snout the tinker! Starveling! god's my life! ftoll'n hence, and left me afleep? I have had a moft rare vifion. I had a dream, paft the wit of man to fay what dream it was man is but an afs, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was, there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had ——But man is but a patch'd fool, if he will offer to fay what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not feen; man's hand |