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And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing, while thou on pressed flowers doft Necp;
And I will purge thy mortal grossness fo,
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
Peafebloffom! Cobweb! Motb! and Muftardfeed!


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Enter four Fairies. i Fair. Ready. 2 Fair. And I. 3 Fair. And I. 4 Fair. And I: where shall we go?

Queen. Be kind, and courteous to this gentleman ;
Hop in his walks, and gambole in his eyes ;
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs and mulberries,
The honey-bags steal from the humble bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs,
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes,
To have my love to bed, and to arise:
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To fan the moon-beams from his Neeping Eyes;
Nod to him elves, and do him courtesies.

1 Fair. Hail, mortal, hail !
2 Fair, Hail!
3. Fair. Hail!

Bot. I cry your worship's mercy heartily; I be seech your worship's name.

Cob. Cobweb.

Bot. I shall desire of you more acquaintance, good master Cobweb; if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman.

Pease. Peafeblossom.

Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squafla your mother, and, to master Peafecod your father

, Good

Good master Peafeblossom; I shall defire of you more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, Sir.

Muf. Mustard seed.

Bot. Good master Maftardseed, I know your (a) parentage well : that same cowardly giant-like Ox-beef hath devour'd many a gentleman of your house. I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water

I defire more of your acquaintance, good master Mafardfeed.

Queen. Come, wait upon him, lead him to my bower,

The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye ; And when she weeps, weep ev'ry little flower,

Lamenting fome enforced chattity ! Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. [Exeunt.

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Enter King of Fairies.
Ob. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd :
Then what it was that next came in her eye,
Which she muft doat on in extremity.

Enter Puck.
Here comes my messenger! how now, mad sprite,
What night-rule now about this haunted grove?

Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and confecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude' mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play,
Intended for great Thefeuts' nuptial day.
The fhallow & thick-skin of that barren fort,
Who' Pyramus presented, in their fport
((a) parentage. Oxford Edit. - Vulg patience well.]

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Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake;
When I did him at this advantage take,
An Ass's nole I fixed on his head;
Anon, his Thisby must be answered,
And forth my minnock comes : when they him spy.
As wild geese, that the creeping fowler eye,
Or rufset-pated choughs, many in fort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;
So at his sight, away his fellows fly;
And, at our ftamp, here o'er and 'o'er one falls ;
He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.
Their sense thus weak, loft with their fears thus strong,
Made senseless things begin to do them wrong.
For briars and thorns at their apparel snatch,
Some, Neeves; fome, hats; from yielders all things

I led them on in this distracted fear,
And left sweet Pyramus translated there :
When in that moment (so it came to pass)
Titania wak'd, and straitway lov’d an ass.

Ob. 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 wakes, of force she must be ey'd.

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Enter Demetrius and Hermia. Ob. Stand close, this is the fame Athenian. Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man.

Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you fo? Lay breath fo bitter on your bitter foe.

Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse ; For thou, I fear, haft given me cause to curse;


If thou hast nain Lysander in his sleep,
Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,
And kill me too.
The sun was not so true unto the day,
As he to me. Would he have stoll'n away
From sleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon,
This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon
May through the center creep, and so displease
* Her brother's noon-tide i'th' Antipodes.
It cannot be, but thou hast murther'd him ;
So should a murtherer look, so dread, fo grim.

Dem. So should the murther'd look ; and so should I,
Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty :
Yet you the murtherer look as bright, and clear,
As yonder Venus in her glimm’ring sphere.

Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?

Dem. l’ad rather give his carcass to my hounds. Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'it me past the

bounds Of maiden's patience. Haft thou sain him then? Henceforth be never number'd among men. O! once tell true, and even for my fake, Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake? And hast thou kill'd him seeping ? O brave touch! Could not a worm, an adder do so much? An adder did it, for with doubler tongue Than thine, thou serpent, never adder ftung.

Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood; 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.

2 Her brother's noon tide with th' Antipodes.] She says, The would as soon believe, that the moon, then shining, could creep through the centre, and meet the sun's light on the other fide the Globe. It is plain therefore we should read

It'Antipodes, i. e, in the Antipodes where the fun was then shining.


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Dem. And if I could, what should I get therefore?

Her. A privilege never to see me more ; And from thy hated presence part I fo: See me no more, whether he's dead or no. [Exit.

Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein, Here, therefore, for a while I will remain : So forrow's heaviness doth heavier grow, For debt, that bankrupt Neep doth forrow owe; Which now in some Night measure it will pay, If for his Tender here I make some ftay. [Lies down.

Ob. What hast thou done? thou haft mistaken quite, And laid thy love-juice on some true love's sight : Of thy misprision must perforce ensue Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. Puck. Then fạte o'er-rules, that, one man holding

A million fail, confounding oath on oath.

Ob. About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens, fee, thou find.
All fancy-fick she is, and pale of cheer ;
With lighs of love, that coft the fresh blood dear ;
By some illusion, fee, thou bring her here ;
l'il charm his eyes, against the doth appear.

Puck. I go, I go ; Jook, how I go;
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. [Exit.

Ob. Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of his eye!
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.
When thou' wak'st, if he be by,
Beg of her for remedy.

Enter Puck.
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Heleng is here at hand,


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