I'll whip thee with a rod: He is defil'd, That draws a fword on thee. Dem. Yea; art thou there? Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood here. Re-enter Lyfander. Lyf. He [Exeunt. And here will reft me. Come, thou gentle day! [Lies down. For if but once thou fhew me thy grey light, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this fpight. Re-enter Puck and Demetrius. Puck. Ho, ho, ho! coward, why comeft thou not? Thou runn'st before me, fhifting every place; Puck. Come hither; I am here. Dem. Nay, then thou mock't me. Thou shalt buy this dear, If ever I thy face by day-light fee: Now go thy way. Faintness constraineth me To measure out my length on this cold bed.- Enter Helena. [Lies down. Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night, Ho, bo, bo!]-An exclamation peculiar to Puck, and the burden of his fong, wherein he recounts his frolicks. buy this dear,]-pay dearly for it. That I may back to Athens, by day-light, From these that my poor company detest :--- And, fleep, that sometime shuts up Steal me a while from mine own company. Puck. Yet but three? come one more; Two of both kinds makes up four. Here she comes, curft, and fad : {Sleeps. Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad. Enter Hermia. Her. Never fo weary, never fo in woe, Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers ; I can no further crawl, no further go; my defires. My legs can keep no pace with Heavens fhield Lysander, if they mean a fray! [Lies down. Puck. On the ground 'Sleep found: I'll apply To your eye, Gentle lover, remedy. [Squeezing the juice on Lyfander's eye. When thou wak'ft, b Thou tak'st True delight In the fight Jack fhall have Jill; The man fhall have his mare again, and all shall be well. [Exit Puck. [They fleep. ACT IV. SCENE I. A Wood. Enter Queen of the Fairies, Bottom, Fairies attending, and the King behind them. Queen. Come, fit thee down upon this flowery bed, C And stick musk-rofes in thy fleek smooth head, Bot. Where's Pease-bloffom? Pease. Ready. Bot. Scratch my head, Pease bloffom.-Where's monfieur Cobweb? Cob. Ready. Bot. Monfieur Cobweb; good monfieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hip'd humble bee on the top of a thiftle; and, good monfieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monfieur; and, good monfieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loth to have you overflown with a honey-bag, fignior.-Where's monfieur Muf tard-feed? Muft. Ready. Bot. Give me your neif, monfieur Mustard-feed. Pray с coy,]-stroke. d neif,]-fift. E 4 you, you, leave your courtefy, good monfieur. Muft. What's your will? Bot. Nothing, good monfieur, but to help cavalero Pease-bloffom to fcratch. I muft to the barber's, monfieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face : and I am fuch a tender afs, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. Queen. What, wilt thou hear fome mufick, my sweet love? Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in mufick: let us have the tongs and the bones. Queen. Or, fay, fweet love, what thou defir'ft to eat. Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great defire to a bottle of hay good hay, fweet hay, hath no fellow. Queen. I have a venturous fairy that shall feek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee thence new nuts. Bot. I had rather have a handful, or two, of dried pease. But, I pray you, let none of your people ftir me; I have an exposition of fleep come upon me. Queen. Sleep thou,, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away. f So doth the woodbine, the fweet "honey-fuckle, - Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee! Oberon advances. Enter Puck. Ob. Welcome, good Robin. Seeft thou this sweet sight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity. • Cobweb. be all ways away.]-difperfe upon your different employments. woodbine,]-the plant. honey-fuckle,]-the flower. i female ivy]-wanting the fupport of the elm, which is therefore called its bufband. For k For meeting her of late, behind the wood, Be, as thou waft wont to be [Touching her eyes with an herb. See, as thou waft wont to fee: Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower Hath fuch force and bleffed power. Now, my Titania; wake you, my fweet queen. favours]-garlands-favours. 1 rounded-furrounded. fierce vexation-lively impreffion, ftrong illufion. Ob. |