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Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash your mother, and to mafter Peafcod, your father. Good master Pease-bloffom, I fhall defire you of more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech

Muf. Muftard-feed.



Bot. Good master Mustard-feed, I know your " patience well that fame cowardly, giant-like, ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your houfe: I promise you your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I defire you, more acquaintance, good master Mustard-feed. Queen. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower. The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye; And when the weeps, weeps every little flower, Lamenting fome enforced chastity.

Tie up my love's tongue, bring him filently. [Exeunt.

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Ob. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd; Then, what it was that next came in her eye, Which fhe muft doat on in extremity.

Enter Puck.

Here comes my messenger.-How now, mad fpirit?
* What night-rule now about this haunted grove?
Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.

Near to her clofe and confecrated bower,
While fhe was in her dull and fleeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,

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patience]-put ironically for impatience as hot as mustard, prov. puiffance-as ftrong as muftard-I know you paffing well.

What night-rule]—What prank is now on foot.

Y A crew of patches,]-A company of low buffoons. "Thou fcurvy patch.'

TEMPEST, A& III, S. 2. Cal.


That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play,
Intended for great Thefeus' nuptial day.
The fhalloweft thick-fkin of that barren fort,
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forfook his fcene, and enter'd in a brake :
When I did him at this advantage take,
An afs's nowl I fixed on his head;
Anon, his Thisby must be answered,

And forth my mimick comes: When they him fpy,
As wild geefe, that the creeping fowler eye,


Or ruffet-pated choughs, many in fort,
Rifing and cawing at the gun's report

Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;
So, at his fight, 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 fenfe, thus weak, loft with their fears, thus strong, Made fenfeless things begin to do them wrong:

For briers and thorns at their apparel fnatch;

Some, fleeves; fome, hats: from yielders all things catch.
I led them on in this distracted fear,

And left sweet Pyramus tranflated there :
When in that moment (fo it came to pass)
Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass.
Ob. This falls out better than I could devise.
But haft thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?

Puck. I took him fleeping,-that is finish'd too,-~
And the Athenian woman by his fide;

That, when he wak'd, of force she must be ey❜d.


* mimick]-actor-minnock, minnick; mammock-clumsy booby.


fort,]-flight, flock.

latch'd]-ftroked over.


D 4

Enter Demetrius and Hermia.

Ob. Stand clofe; 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 curfe.
If thou haft flain Lyfander in his fleep,

Being 'o'er fhoes in blood, plunge in the deep,
And kill me too.

The fun was not fo true unto the day,

As he to me; Would he have ftol'n away
From fleeping Hermia? I'll believe as foon,
This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon
May through the center creep, and so displease
Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes.
It cannot be, but thou haft murder'd him;
So fhould a murderer look, fo dead, fo grim.

Dem. So fhould the murder'd look; and fo fhould I,
Pierc'd through the heart with your ftern cruelty:
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,
As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.

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

Dem. I had rather give his carcafs to my hounds.
Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'ft me past the

Of maiden's patience. Haft thou flain him then?
Henceforth be never number'd among men !

O! once tell true, tell true, even for my fake;
Durft thou have look'd upon him, being awake,

do'er fhoes]-fo far immerfed,

e dead,]-pale.


And haft thou kill'd him fleeping? O brave 'touch!
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much!
An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou ferpent, never adder stung.

Dem. You spend your paffion on a mispris'd mood: I am not guilty of Lyfander's blood;

Nor is he dead, for ought that I can tell.

Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.

Dem. An if I could, what fhould I get therefore?
Her. A privilege, never to fee me more.—

And from thy hated presence part " I fo;

See me no more, whether he be dead, or no.


Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein :
Here, therefore, for a while I will remain.
So forrow's heavinefs doth heavier grow,
For debt that bankrupt fleep doth sorrow owe;
Which now in fome flight measure it will pay,
If for his tender here I make some stay.

[Lies down.

Ob. What haft thou done? thou haft mistaken quite, And laid the love-juice on fome true-love's fight:

Of thymifprifion must perforce enfue

Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true.

Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holding troth, A million fail, confounding oath on oath.

Ob. About the wood go swifter than the wind,

And Helena of Athens look thou find :


All fancy-fick she is, and pale of cheer

With fighs of love, that coft the fresh blood dear:
By fome illufion fee thou bring her here

I'll charm his eyes, against she do appear.

touch!-ftroke, feat, exploit.

on a mifpris'd mood:]-erroneously, you miftake its object.

Ifo:]-fer ever, as I would wish you to do.

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of cheer]-in countenance.

* mifprifion-blunder.


Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go;

Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
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 fhine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.-
When thou wak'ft, if fhe be by,
Beg of her for remedy.

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Re-enter Puck.

Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand;

And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee;

Shall we their " fond pageant fee?

Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Ob. Stand afide: the noise they make,

Will cause Demetrius to awake.

Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one;

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Lys. Why should you think, that I fhould woo in fcorn? Scorn and derifion never come in tears:

Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows fo born,

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Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound."

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