The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their

horns.

Horns, and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LYSANDke, HERMIA, and HELENA wake and start up.

The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is

Begin these wood-birds but to couple now ?

Lys. Pardon, my lord.

The.

[he and the rest kneel to Theseus. I pray you all, stand up.

I know, you are two rival enemies.

How comes this gentle concord in the world,
That hatred is so far from jealousy,

To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?

Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Half 'sleep, half waking: but as yet, I swear,
I cannot truly say how I came here :
But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,—
And now I do bethink me, so it is)

I came with Hermia hither: our intent

Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be Without the peril of the Athenian law.

Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough:

I beg the law, the law, upon his head.

They would have stolen away, they would, Demetrius,

Alluding to the old saying, that birds begin to couple on Saint Valentine's day.

Thereby to have defeated you and me :
You of your wife, and me of my consent;
Of my consent 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 1 following me.

But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,
(But by some power it is) my love to Hermia,
Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now
As the remembrance of an idle gawd,2

upon :

Which in my childhood I did dote
And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
The object, and the pleasure of mine eye,
Is only Helena. To her, my lord,

Was I betrothed ere I saw Hermia:
But, like in sickness, did I loathe this food:
But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
Now do I wish it, love it, long for it,
And will for evermore be true to it.

The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
Of this discourse we more will hear anon.—
Egeus, I will overbear your will;

For in the temple, by and by, with us,
These couples shall eternally be knit :
And, for the morning now is something worn,
Our purposed hunting shall be set aside.-
Away, with us, to Athens: three and three,

We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.

Come, Hippolyta.

[Exeunt Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train. Dem. These things seem small, and undistinguishable,

Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.

Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted

eye,

When every thing seems double.

Hel.

So methinks:

And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,

Mine own, and not mine own.

Dem.

Are you sure

That we are awake? It seems to me,

That yet we sleep, we dream.-Do not you think,

The duke was here, and bid us follow him?

Her. Yea; and my father.

Hel.

And Hippolyta.

Lys. And he did 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.

As they go out, Bottom awakes.

[Exeunt.

Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I wul answer :-my next is, 'Most fair Pyramus.'-Hey, ho!-Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's my life! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream,-past the wit of

man to say what dream it was.

Man is but an ass,

Methought

if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was there is no man can tell what. I was, and methought I had,-But man is but a patched fool,1 if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of a play, before the duke. Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death.o [Exit.

SCENE II.

Athens. A room in Quince's house.

Enter QUINCE, flute, snout, and starveling.

Quince. Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet?

Starve. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is transported.

Flute. If he come not, then the play is marred: it goes not forward, doth it?

Quince. It is not possible: you have not a man in all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he.

A fool in a particolored coat.

2 Probably meaning the death of Thisbe.

Flute. No; he hath simply the best wit of any handycraft man in Athens.

Quince. Yea, and the best person too: and he is a very paramour for a sweet voice.

Flute. You must say, paragon: a paramour is, God bless us! a thing of naught.

Enter SNUG.

Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies more married: if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made men.

Flute. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a day during his life; he could not have 'scaped sixpence a day: an the duke had not given him sixpence a day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged; he would have deserved it: sixpence a day, in Pyramus, or nothing.

Enter BOTTOM.

Bot. Where are these lads? where are these hearts?

Quince. Bottom!-O most courageous day! O most happy hour!

Bot. Masters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not what; for, if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I will tell you every thing, right as it fell out.

Quince. Let us hear, sweet Bottom.
Bot. Not a word of me.

All that I will tell you,