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Did not you tell me, I should know the man
By the Athenian garments he had on?
And so far blameless proves my enterprise,
That I have 'nointed an Athenian's

eyes :
And so far am I glad it so did sort,1
As this their jangling I esteem a sport.
Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to

fight :
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
The starry welkin cover thou anon
With drooping fog, as black as Acheron ;
And lead these testy rivals so astray,
As one come not within another's

way.
Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,
Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
And sometime rail thou like Demetrius;
And from each other look thou lead them thus,
'Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sieep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep:
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye ;
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
To take from thence all error, with his might,
And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight.
When they next wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision;
And back to Athens shall the lovers wend,3
With league, whose date till death shall never
Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,
I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy;
And then I will her charmed eye release
From monster's view, and all things shall be peace.
Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with

end.

"Happen.

2 Medicinal efficacy.

3 GO.

haste;
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger ;
At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and

there,
Troop home to church-yards : damned spirits all,
That in cross-ways and floods have burial,
Already to their wormy beds are gone :
For fear lest day should look their shames upon,
They wilfully themselves exile from light,
And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night.

Obe. But we are spirits of another sort:
I with the morning's love 1 have oft made sport;
And, like a forester, the groves may tread,
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams.
But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay :
We
may
effect this business yet ere day.

[Exit Oberon
Puck. Up and down, up and down ;
I will lead them up and down :

· Cephalus, the paramour of Aurora.

SHAK

III.

I am fear'd in field and town:

Goblin, lead them up and down. Here comes one.

Enter LYSANDER.

Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak

thou now. Puck. Here, villain ; drawn and ready. Where

art thou ? Lys. I will be with thee straight. Puck,

Follow me then To plainer ground.

[Exit Lys. as following the voice.

Enter DEMETRIUS.

Dem.

Lysander! speak again.
Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ?
Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy

head ?
Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the

stars,
Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars,
And wilt not come ? Come, recreant; come, thou

child;
I'll whip thee with a rod. He is defiled,
That draws a sword on thee.
Dem.

Yea; art thou there? Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood here.

[Exeunt.

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Re-enter LYSANDER. Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on; When I come where he calls, then he is gone. The villain is much lighter-heel’d than I : I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly; That fallen am I in dark uneven way, And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day!

[lies down. For if but once thou show me thy gray light, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. (sleeps.

Re-enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS. Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho ! Coward, why comest

thou not?
Dem. Abide me, if thou darest ; for well I wot,
Thou run'st before me, shifting every place ;
And darest not stand, nor look me in the face.
Where art thou ?

Puck. Come hither; I am here.
Dem. Nay, then thou mock’st me. Thou shalt

buy this dear,
If ever I thy face by daylight see:
Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this cold bed.-
By day's approach look to be visited.

[lies down and sleeps,

Enter HELENA.

Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night, Abate thy hours : shine, comforts, from the

east; That I may back to Athens, by daylight,

From these that my poor company detest :And, sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company. (sleeps.

Puck. Yet but three ? Come one more ;
Two of both kinds makes

up

four.
Here she comes, curst and sad :-
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.

Enter HERMIA.

Her. Never so weary, never so in woe,
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with

briers :
I can no farther crawl, no farther go;

My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Here will I rest me till the break of day. Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray !

(lies down. Puck. On the ground

Sleep sound:
I 'll apply

To your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.

[squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye.

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