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Apollo Aies, and Daphne holds the chase;
2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here ; Makes speed to catch the tiger : bootless speed !
Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence: When cowardice pursues, and valour fjes.
Beetles black, approach not near ; Dem. I will not stay thy questions; let me go :
Worm, nor snail, do no offence. Or, if thou follow me, do not believe
Chorus. Philomel, with melody, fc. But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.
Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, ||1 Fai. Hence, away; now all is well : You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius!
One, aloof, stand sentinel. Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex :
(Exeunt Fairies. Titania sleeps. We cannot fight for love, as men may do;
Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, To die upon the hand I love so well.
(Squeezes the flower on Titania's eye-lids. (Exeunt Dem. and Hel. Do it for thy true love take; Obe. Fare thee well, nymph : ere he do leave Love, and languish for his sake :
Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.
Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
In thy eye that shall appear
When thou wak'st, it is thy dear ;
Wake, when some vile thing is near. (Exil. Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer. Puck. Ay, there it is.
Enter Lysander and Hermia. Obe.
I pray thee, give it me. Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
wood; Where ox-lipsa and the nodding violet grows; And to speak truth, I have forgot our way; Quite over-canopied with lush3 woodbine, We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine : And tarry for the comfort of the day. There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, Her. Be it so, Lysander : find you out a bed, Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; For I upon this bank will rest my head. And there the snake throws her enameli'd skin Lys. "One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in :
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes, Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove : Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence; A sweet Athenian lady is in love
Love takes the meaning, in love's conference. With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;
heart unto yours is knit, But do it, when the next thing he espies
So that but one heart we can make of it: May be the lady : thou shalt know the man Two bosoms interchained with an oath ; By the Athenian garments he hath on.
So then, two bosoms, and a single troth. Effect it with some care ; that he may prove Then, by your side no bed-room me deny; More fond on her, than she upon her love : For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. Her. Lysander riddles very prettily Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,
(Exeunt. | If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied.
But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy SCENE III.—Another part of the wood. En-Lie further off'; in human modesty ter Titania, with her train.
Such separation, as, may well be said,
Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid:
Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end !
Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; To make my small elves coats: and some, keep Here back
my bed : sleep give thee all his rest! The clamorous owl, that nightly boots, and won
Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be ders
(They sleep. At our quaint spirits :6 sing me now asleep;
Enter Puck. Then to your offices, and let me rest.
Puck. Through the forest have I gone,
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve 1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue,
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and silence! who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is be, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid ; Chorus. Philomel, with melody,
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charın doth owe :10 (1) By. (2) The greater cowslip. (3) Vigorous. || (7) Efts. (8) Slow-worme. (9) The small tiger. (4) A kind of dance. (5) Bats. (6) Sports. (10) Possess.
When thou wak'st, let love forbid
Her. (Starting.) Help me, Lysander, help me! Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.
do thy best, So awake, when I am gone;
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! For I must now to Oberon. [Exit. Ah me, for pity !-what a dream was here!
Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear : Enter Demetrius and Helena, running.
Methought a serpent eat my heart away, He. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt Lysander! what, remov'd? Lysander! lord ! me thus.
What, out of hearing ? gone ? no sound, no word? Hel. O, wilt thou darkling! leave me? do not so. | Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear; Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go. Speak, of all loves ;2 I swoon almost with fear.
(Exit Demetrius. | No?-then I well perceive you are not nigh:
SCENE 1.-The same. The queen of fairies For beasts that meet me, run away for fear :
lying asleep. Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius
Flute, Snout, and Starveling. Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
Bot. Are we all met? What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous conMade me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne? venient place for our rehearsal : this green plot shall But who is here?--Lysander! on the ground ! be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring-house; Dead ? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound :- and we will do it in action, as we will do it before Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
the duke. Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet Bot. Peter Quince,sake.
(Waking. Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom? Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies Is that vile name, to perish on my sword! cannot abide. How answer you that?
Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so: Snout. By'rlakin,3 a parlous fear. What though he love your Hermia?' Lord, what Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, though?
when all is done. Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all
Lys. Content with Hermia? No: I do repent well. Write me a prologue: and let the prologue The tedious minutes I with her have spent. seem to say, we will do no barm with our swords; Not Hermia, but Helena I love:
and that Pyramus is not killed indeed : and, for Who will not change a raven for a dove?
the more better assurance, tell them, that I, PyraThe will of man is by his reason sway'd ; mus, am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this And reason says you are the worthier maid. will put them out of fear. Things growing are not ripe until their season : Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason; it shall be written in eight and six. And touching now the point of human skill, Bot. No, make it two more ; let it be written in Reason becomes the marshall to my will, eight and eight. And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion ? Love's stories written in love's richest book. Star. I fear it, I promise you.
Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with yourWhen, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn? selves: to bring in, God shield us! a lion among Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for there is not That I did never, no, nor never can,
a more fearfuls wild-fowl than your lion, living; Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, and we ought to look to it. But you must flout my insufficiency?
Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell he Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, is not a lion., In such disdainful manner me to woo.
Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his But fare you well : perforce I must confess, face must be seen through the lion's neck; and he I thought you lord of more true gentleness. himself must speak through, saying thus, or to the O, that a lady, of one man refus'd,
same defect,-Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! [Exit. you, or, I would request you, or, I would entreat Lys. She sees not Hermia :-Hermia, sleep thou you, not to fear, not to tremble: my life for yours. If there;
you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my And never mays't thou come Lysander near! life :
: no, I am no such thing; I am a man as other For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
men are:-and there, indeed, let him name his The deepest loathing to the stomach brings ; name; and tell them plainly, he is Snug the joiner. Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard Are hated most of those they did deceive; things; that is, to bring the moon-light into a chamSo thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,
ber: for you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by Of all be hated; but the most of me!
moon-light. And all my powers, address your love and might, Snug. Doth the moon shine, that night we play To honour Helen, and to be her knight! (Éxit. | our play?
(1) In the dark (2) By all that is dear, (3) By our ladykin. (4) Dangerous. (5) Terrible.
Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the alma- Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery nac; find out moon-shine, find out moon-shine. of them, to make me afeard. 4 Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.
Re-enter Snout. Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of the great chamber window, where we play, open; Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I and the moon may shine in at the casement.
see on thee? quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's head of thoms and a lanthorn, and say, he comes to dis- of your own; Do you? figure, or to present, the person of moon-shine.
Re-enter Quince. Then there is another thing: we must have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby,
Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art says the story, did talk through the chinks of a wall. || translated.
(Erit. Snug. You never can bring in a wall.–What
Bot. I see their knavery: this is to make an ass say you, Bottom?
of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not Bot
. Some man or other must present wall: and stir from this place, do what they can : I will walk let him have some plaster, or some loam, or some up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall rough-cast about him, to signify wall; or let him bear I am not afraid.
(Sings. hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny
The ousel-cock, so black of kue, Pyramus and Tbisby whisper.
With orange-tawny bill, Quin. If that may be, then all is well: Come, The throstle with his note so true, sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your
The wren with little quill; parts. Pyramus, you begin : when you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake, and so every
Tila. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? one according to his cue.
(Waking. Enter Puck behind.
Bot. The finch, the sparroo, and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoos gray, Puck. What hempen home-spuns bave we swag- Whose note full many a man doth mark, gering here,
And dares not answer, nay
for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.
bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he Quin. Speak, Pyramus :- Thisby, stand forth. cry, cuckoo, never so ? Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours
'Tila. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again : sweet,
Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note,
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me, So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.
On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. But, hark, a voice! stay thou but here a while, Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little And by and by I will to thee appear.
reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here! | and love keep little company together now-a-days:
(Asidé.--Exit. || the more the pity, that some honest neighbours will This. Must I speak now?
not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek,6 upon Quin. Ay, marry, must you : for you must un- occasion. derstand, be but to see a noise that he heard,
Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. goes and is to come again.
Bot. Not so, neither : but if I had wit enough to This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white || get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine of hue,
own turn. Of colorir like the red-rose on triumphant brier,
Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go; Most briskly juvenal,2 and eke most lovely Jew,
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire,|| I am a spirit, of no common rate; Tu meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.
The summer still doth tend upon my state, Quin. Ninus' tomb, man : why you must not || And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus : you I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee; speak all your part at once, cues3 and all.-Pyra- And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep: mus enter; your cue is past; it is, never tire.
And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep:
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass's head. That thou shali like an airy spirit go.This. 0,-As true as truest horse, that yet would|| Peas-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-seed!
never tire. Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine:
Enter four Fairies.
And I. Through boy, through bush, through brake, through 4 Fai.
Where shall we go? brier;
Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;
A hoy, a headless bear, sometime a fire ; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,? And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, || With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. The honey bags steal from the humble-bees,
(Exit. | And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs,
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, (1) Thicket. (2) Young man. (3) The last words of the preceding speech,||(4) Afraid. (5) The cuckoo, with his uniform note. which serve as a hint to húm who is to speak next. I16) Joke. (7) Gooseberries
To have my love to bed, and to arise ;
I led them on in this distracted fear, And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, And left sweet Pyramus translated there : To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes : When in that moment (so it came to pass,) Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass. 1 Fai. Hail, mortal!
Obe. This falls out better than I could devise. 2 Fai. Hail!
But hast thou yet latch'do the Athenian's eyes 3 Fai. Hail !
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do? 4 Fai. Hail !
Puck. I took him sleeping,--that is finish'd too, Bot. I cry your worship's mercy, heartily.-1 And the Athenian woman by his side; beseech, your worship's name.
That, when he wak’d, of force she must be ey'd. Cob. Cobweb.
Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, Enter Demetrius and Hermia. good master Cobweb : if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman?
Obe. Stand close; this is the same Athenian. Peas. Peas-blossom.
Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man, Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash,
Dem. O why rebuke you him that loves you so? your mother, and to roaster Peascod, your father. Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire you of
Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee more acquaintance too.—Your name, I beseech
For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. Mus. Mustard-seed.
If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, patience well : that same cowardly, giant-like ox- And kill me too. beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your The sun was not so true unto the day, house: I promise you, your kindred bath made my || As he to me: Would he have stol'n away eyes water ere now. I desire you more acquaint-From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon, ance, good master Mustard-seed.
This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon Tila. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my| May through the centre creep, and so displease bower.
Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes. The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him; And when sbe weeps, weeps every little flower,
So should a murderer look ; so dead, so grim. Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently.
you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, Oberon.
Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he? Obe. I wonder if Titania be awak'd;
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? Then, what it was that next came in her eye,
Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds. Which she must dote on in extremity.
Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'st me past
the bounds Enter Puck.
Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then ? Here comes my messenger.-How now, mad spirit? Henceforth be never number'd among men! What night-rule' now about this haunted grove? O! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake;
Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love. Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, Near to her close and consecrated bower, And hast thou kill'd him sleeping ? O brave touch ;? While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much? A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
An adder did it: for with a doubler tongue That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. Were met together to rehearse a play,
Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'de Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
mood : The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,3 I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. Forsook bis scene, and enter'd in a brake:
Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. When I did him at this advantage take,
Dem. And if I could, what should I get thereAn ase's now!4 I fixed on his head;
fore? Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,
Her. A privilege, never to see me more.— And forth my mimics comes : when they him spy,|And from thy hated presence part I so: As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, See me no more, whether he be dead or no. (Exit. Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Dem. There is no following ber in this fierce Rising and cawing at the gun's report
vein : Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky; Here, therefore, for a while I will remain, So, at his sight, away his fellows fly:
So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls;
For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. Which now, in some slight measure it will pay, Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus | If for his tender here I make some stay. strong,
(Lies down Made senseless things begin to do them wrong:
Obe. What hast thou done thou hast mistaken For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;
quite, Some, sleeves ; some, hats : from yielders all things And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight : catch.
of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. (1) Revelry. (2) Simple fellows. (3) Stupid company. (4) Head. (5) Actor. (6) Infected. (7) Exploit. (8) Mistaken.
Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man hold-, When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. ing troth,
You both are rivals, and love Hermia; A million fail, confounding oath on oath. And now both rivals, to mock Helena :
Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, | A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes,
Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go;
For you love Hermia; this, you know, I know : Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. (Exit. And here, with all good will, with all my heart, Obe. Flower of this purple dye,
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part; Hit with Cupid's archery,
And yours of Helena to me bequeath, Sink in apple of his eye!
Whoin I do love, and will do to my death. When his love he doth espy,
Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Let her shine as gloriously
Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none : As the Venus of the sky:
If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone. When thou wak'st, if she be by,
My heart with her, but as guestwise, sojourn'd; Beg of her for reniedy.
And now to Helena is it home return'd,
There to remain.
Helen, it is not so. Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, Helena is here at hand;
Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear. 5 And the youth, mistook by me,
Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. Pleading for a lover's fee;
Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function
takes, Will cause Demetrius to awake.
The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
It pays the hearing double recompense :And those things do best please me,
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; That befal preposterously.
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound.
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so ?
Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo to go? in scorn ?
Her. What love could press Lysander from my Scorn and derision never come in tears :
side? Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him In their nativity all truth appears.
'bide, How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Fair Helena; who more engilds the night Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? Than all yon fiery oest and eyes of light. Hel. You do advance your cunning more and Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee more.
know, When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so? These vows are Hermia's; Will you give her o'er? Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be. Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy! Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three, Will even weigh; and both as light as tales. To fashion this false sport in spite of me.
Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. Injurious Hermia ! most ungrateful maid ! Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her Have you conspir’d, have you with these contriv'd o'er.
To bait me with this foul derision? Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. || Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, Dem. (Awaking:) O Helen, goddess, nymph, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, perfect, divine !
When we have chid the hasty-footed time To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? For parting us,-0, and is all forgot? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow ! We, Herinia, like two artificial7 gods, That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, Have with our neelds created both one flower, Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, When thou hold'st up thy hand : O let me kiss Both warbling of one song, both in one key; This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss ! As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,
Hel. O spite ! o hell! I see you all are bent Had been incorporale. So we grew together, To set against me, for your merriment.
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted; If you were civil, and knew courtesy,
But yet a union in partition, You would not do me thus much injury.
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem: Can you not hate me, as I know you do, So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; But you must join, in souls, to mock me too? Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, If you were men, as men you are in show, Due but to one, and crown'd with one crest. You would not use a gentle lady so;
Aud will you rent our ancient love asunder, To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, To join with men in scorning your poor friend? (1) Love-sick.
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly: (2) Countenance. (3) Heartily. (4) Degree. (5) Pay dearly for it. (6) Circles. (7) Ingenious.