me.

Dogb. Come, bring away the plaintiffs ; by this time our Sexion hath reform'd signior Leonato of

Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk with

Margaret, the matter : and masters, do not forget to specify, How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow. when time and place shall serve, that I am an ass. Verg. Here, here comes master signior Leonato

(Exeunt. and the Sexton too.

SCENE II.-LEONATO's Garden. Re-enter LEONATO and ANTONIO, with the SBITON.

Enter Benedick and MARGARET, meeting. Leon. Which is the villain ? Let me see his eyes ; } well at my hands, by helping me to the speech of

Bene. Pray thee sweet mistress Margaret, deserve
That when I note another man like him,

Beatrice,
I may avoid him: Which of these is he?
Bora. If you would know your wronger, look on

Murg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise

of my beauty ? Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath living shall come over it; for, in most comely truth

Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no inan hast kill'd Mine innocent child ?

thou deservest it. Bora. Yea, even I alone.

Marg. To have no man come over me? Why, Leon. No, not so, villain; thou beliest thyself;

shall I always keep below stairs ? Here stand a pair of honourable men,

Bene. Thý wit is as quick as the grey-hound's A third is fied that had a hand in it:

mouth it catches. I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death;

Marg. And your's as blunt as the fencer's foils, Record it with your high and worthy deeds ;

which hit, but hurt not. 'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it.

Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not Claud. I know not how to pray your patience,

hurt a woman ; and so I pray thee, call Beatrice : Yet I must speak: choose your revenge yourself;

I give thee the bucklers. Impose* me to what penance your invention

Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of Can lay upon my sin : yet sinn'd I not,

our own. But in mistaking.

Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put D. Pedro. By my soul, nor nor I ;

in the pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous And yet to satisfy this good old man,

weapons for maids, I would bend under any heavy weight

Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, I That he'll enjoin me to.

think hath legs.

(Exit Margaret. Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live,

Bene. And therefore will come. That were impossible ; but I pray you both,

The god of love.

(Singing.) Possess + the people in Messina here

That sits abore, How innocent she died : and, if your love

And knows me, and knows me, Can labour aught in sad invention,

How pitiful I deserve,Hang her an epitaph upon her lomb,

I mean, in singing; but in loving, Leander the And sing it to her bones ; sing it to-night :

good swimmer, Troilus the first employer of pandars, To-morrow morning come you to my house ;

and a whole book full of these quondam carpetAnd since you could not be my son-in-law,

mongers, whose names yet run smoothly in the even Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter,

road of a blank verse, why, they were never so Almost the copy of my child that's dead,

truly turn'd over and over as my poor self, in love : And she alone is heir to both of us;

marry, I cannot shew it in rhyme; I have tried ; Give her the right you should have given hercousin, I can find out no rhyme to lady bur' baby, an inno And so dies my revenge.

cent rhyme; for scorn, horn, a hard rhyme ; for Claud. 0, noble Sir,

school, fool, a babbling rhyme ; very ominous end Your over-kindness doth wring tears from ine! ings: no, I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I do embrace your offer; and dispose

I cannot woo in festival terinst.-
For henceforth of poor Claudio.

Enter BEATRICE.
Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coining;
To-night I take my leave.-This naughty man Sweet Beatrice, would'st thou come when I call'd
Shall face to face be brought to Margaret,

thee? Who I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong,

Beat. Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. Hired to it by your brother.

Bene. O, stay but till then! Bora. No, by my soul, she was not;

Beat. Then, is spoken; fare you well now :-and Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came for, which But always hath been just and virtuous,

is, with knowing what hath pass'd between you In any thing that I do know by her.

and Claudio. Dogb. Moreover Sir, (which, indeed, is not under Bene. Only foul words ; and thereupon I will kiss white and black,) this plaintiff here, the offender, thee. did call me ass: I beseech you, let it be remem- Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind ber'd in his punishment: and also the watch heard is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therethem talk ot one Deformed : they say, he wears a

fore I will depart unkiss'd. key in his ear, and a lock hanging by it; and bor- Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his right rows money in God's name; the which he hath sense, so forcible is thy wit: but, I must tell thee used so long, and never paid, that now men grow plainly, Claudio undergoes t my challenge; and hard-hearted, and will lend nothing for God's sake : either I must shortly hear from him, or I will subpray yoa, examine him upon that point.

scribe him a coward. And, I pray thee now, tell me, Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. for which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in

love with me? Dogb. Your worship speaks like a most thankful and reverend youth; and I praise God for you.

Beat. For them altogether: which maintain'd so Leon. There's for thy pains.

politic a state of evil, that they will not admit any Dogb. God save the foundation !

good part to intermingle with them. Bat for which Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and of my good parts did you first suffer love for me? I thank thee.

Bene. Suffer love ; a good cpithet! I do suffer
Dogb. I leave an arrant knave with your worship; love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.
which, I beseech your worship, to correct your- Beat. In spite of your heart, I think; alas! poor
self, for the example of others. God keep your heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for
worship; I wish your worship well; God restore yours; for I will never love that which my friend
you to health: 1 humbly give you leave to depart; hates.
and if a merry meeting may be wish'd, God prohibit Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
it.-Come, neighbour.

Beat. It appears not in this confession : there's
(Exeunt Dogberry, Verges, and Watch. not one wise man among twenty, that will praise
Leon. Until to-morrow morning, Iords, farewell. himself.
Ant. Farewell, my lords; we look for you to-

Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived
morrow.

in the time of good neighbours: if a man do not D. Pedro. We will not fail.

erect in this age his own tomb ere he dies, he shall Claud. To-night l'll mourn with Hero.

live no longer in monument, than the bell rings,
(Exeunt D. Pedro and Claudio. and the widow weeps.
• Command.

+ Acquaint.

• Ignorant. + Holiday phrases 1 Is subject to.

Beat. And how long is that, think you!

To visit me :-You know your office, brother; Bene. Question ?-Why, an hour in clamour, and You must be father to your brother's daughter, a quarter in rheum: therefore, it is most expedient And give her to young Claudio. [Exeunt Ladies. for the wise, (if Don Worm, his conscience, find no Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. impediment to the contrary,) to be the trumpet of Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. his own virtues, as I am to myself: so much for Friar. To do what, signior? praising myself, (who, I myself will bear witness, Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.is praise-worthy,) and now iell ine, How doth your Signior Leonato, truth it is good signior, cousin

Your niece regards me with an eye of favour. Beat. Very ill.

Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; Tis most Bene. And how do you?

true. Beat. Very ill too.

Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her. Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there will Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from I leave you too, for here comes one in haste.

me,

(will? From Claudio, and the prince ; But what's your Enter URSULA.

Bene. Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical : Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle ; yon. But, for my will, my will'is, your good will der's old coil at home : it is proved, my lady Hero May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd hath been falsely accused, the prince and Claudio lu the estate of honourable marriage ;mightily abused; and Don John is the author of all, In which, good friar, I shall desire your help. who is Bed and gone : Will you come presently? Leon. My heart is with your liking. Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior ?

Friar. And my help. Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and Here comes the prince and Claudio. be buried in thy eyes; and, moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle's.

(Exeunt.

Enter Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO, with Attendants.

D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly. SCENE III.-The Inside of a Church. Leon. Good morrow, prince ; good morrow, ClauEnter Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and Attendants, with

dio ; music and tapers.

We here attend you : Are you yet determined

To-day to marry with my brother's daughter? Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato ?

Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope. Atten. It is, my lord.

Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the triar Claud. (Reads from a scroll.]

ready.

(Erit Antonio. Done to death by slanderous tongues

D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, what's Was the Hero that here lies :

the matter,
Death, in guerdon t of her wrongs,

That you have such a February face,
Gives her fame which nver dies :

So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness?
So the life, that died with shame.

Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull:
Lives in death with glorious fame.

Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold,
Hang thou there upon the tomb, [affixing it. And all Europa shall rejoice at thee ;
Praising her when I am dumb.

As once Europa did at lusty Jove,
Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymn.

When he would play the noble beast in love.

Bene. Bull Jove, Sir, had an amiable low;
Song.

And some such strange bull leap'd your father's
Pardon, Goddess of the night,

cow,
Those that slew thy virgin knight ;

And got a calf in that same noble feat,
For the which, with songs of woe,

Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.
Round about her tomb they go,

Re-enter ANTON10, with the Ladies mask'd.
Midnight, assist our moan ;
Help us to sigh and groan,

Claud. For this I owe you: here come other
Heavily, heavily:

reckonings.
Graves, yawn, and yield your dead,

Which is the lady I must seize upon!
Till death be uttered,

Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her.
Heavily, heavily.

Claud. Why, then she's mine: Sweet, let me see

your face. Craud. Now, unto thy bones good night!

Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her Yearly will I do this rite.

hand D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters ; put your Before this friar, and swear to marry her.

torches out: The wolves have prey'd, and look, the gentle day, I am your husband, if you like of me.

Cloud. Give me your hand

before this holy friar: Before the wheels of Phæbus, round about

Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife: Dapples the drowsy cast with spots of grey :

[Unmasking Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well.

And when you loved, you were my other husband. Claud. Good morrow, masters; each his several

Claud. Another Hero? way.

Hero. Nothing certainer : D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other

One Hero died detiled; but I do live, weeds:

And surely as I live, I am a maid. And then to Leonato's we will go :

D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is dead! Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue

Leon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slander speeds,

lived. Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe!

Friar. All this amazement can I gnalify;

(Exeunt. When, after that the holy rites are ended, SCENE IV-A Room in LEONATO's House.

I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death;

Mean time, let wonder seem familiar,
Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEATRICE,

And to the chapel let us presently.
URSULA, FRIAR, and HERO.

Bene. Soft and fair, friar.-Which is Beatrice ! Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent? Beat. I answer to that name; (Unmasking.) What Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who accused

is your will? her,

Bene. Do not you love me? Upon the error that you heard debated :

Beat. No, no more than reason. But Margaret was in some fault for this;

Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, Although against her will, as it appears

and Claudio, In the true course of all the question.

Have been deceived; for they swore you did. Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well. Beat. Do not you love me?

Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforced Bene. No, no more than reason. To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.

Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula, Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen, all, Are much deceived; for they did swear, you did. Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves;

Bene. They swore that you were almost sick for me. And, when I send for you, come hither mask'd : Beat. They swore that you were well-nigh dead The prince and Claudio promised by this hour

for me.

Bene. Tis no such matter :—Then, yon do not • Stir. + Reward.

love me?

her ;

!

Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompence. fore never flout at me for what I have said against it; Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gen. for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion tleman.

-For thy part Claudio, I did think to have beaten Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves thee; but in that thou art like to be my kinsman,

live unbruised, and love my cousin. For here's a paper, witten in his hand,

Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,

denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgell'd thee Fashion'd to Beatrice.

out of thy single life, to make thee a double dealer! Hero. And here's another,

which, out of questiou, thou wilt be, it my cousin Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket, do not look exceeding narrowly to thee. Containing her affection unto Benedick.

Bene. Come, come, we are friends :--Let's have a Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against dance ere we are married, that we may lighten our our hearts !--Come, I will have thee; but, by this own hearts, and our wives' heels. light, I take thee for pity.

Leon. We'll bave dancing afterwards. Beal. I would not deny you ;-but, by this good Bene. First, o' my word ; therefore, play, music. day, I yield upon great persuasion ; and, partly, to Prince, thou art sad ; get thee a wife, get thee a save your life, for I was told you were in a con- wife: there is no stati more reverend than one sumption.

tipp'd with horn. Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.

(Kissing her.

Enter a MESSENGER. D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the married Mcss. My lord, your brother John is ta'en in man ?

flight, Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of wit And brought with armed men back to Messina. crackers cannot flout me out of my humour: Dost Bene. Think not on himn till to-morrow; I'll thou think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? No: devise thee brave punishments for him.-Strike up, if a man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear pipers.

(Dance. nothing handsome about him: in brief, since I do

(Exeunt. propose to marry, I will think nothing to any pur. pose that the world can say against it; aud there

• Because,

ACT I.

Be it so she will not here before your grace

Consent to marry with Demetrius,
SCENE 1.-Athens.-A Room in the Palace of I beg the ancient privilege of Athens,
THESEUS.

As she is mine, I may dispose of her :

Which shall be either to this gentleman,
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRATE, and Or to her death ; according to our law,
Attendants.

Immediately provided in that case.
The. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour The. What 'say you, Hermia ? Be advised, fair
Draws on apace; four happy days bring in

maid:
Another moon : but, oh, methinks how slow To you your father should be as a god ;
This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires, One that composed your beauties; yea, and one
Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,

To whom you are but as a form in wax,
Long withering out a young man's revenue.

By him imprinted, and within his power
Hip. Hour days will quickly steep themselves in To leave the figure, or disfigure it.
nights ;

Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.
Four nights will quickly dream away the time; Her. So is Lysander.
And then the moon, like to a silver bow

The. In himself he is :
New bent in heaven, shall behold the night But in this kind, wanting your father's voice,
Of our solemnities.

The other must be held the worthier.
The. Go, Philostrate,

Her. I would, my father look'd but with my eyes.
Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;

The. Rather your eyes must with his judgment Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;

look. Turn melancholy forth to funerals,

Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. The pale companion is not for our pomp.

I know not by what power I am made bold;

(Exit Philostrate. Nor how it may concern my modesty, Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,

In such a presence here, to plead iny thoughts:
And won thy love, doing thee injuries;

But I beseech your grace, that I may know
But I will wed thee in another key,

The worst that may befal me in this case,
With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling. If I refuse to wed Demetrius.

The. Either to die the death, or to abjure
Enter Egeus, HERMIA, LYSANDER, and DEMETRIUS. For ever the society of men.

Ege. Happy be Thesus, our renowned duke! Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires,
The. Thanks, good Egeus: What's the news with Know of your youth, examine well your blood,
thee

Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice
Ege. Full of rexation come I, with complaint You can endure the livery of a nun;
Against my child, my daughter Hermia.

For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,
Stand forth, Demetrius-my noble lord,

To live a barren sister all your life,
This man hath my consent to marry her:

Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
Stand forth, Lysander ;-and my gracious duke, Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood,
This hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child: To undergo such maiden pilgrimage:
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes, But earthlier happy is the rose distill’d,
And interchanged love-tokens with my child Than that, which withering on the virgin thorn,
Thou hast by moon-light at her window sung, Crows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
With feigning voice, verses of feigning love;

Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,
And stolen the impression of her fantasy

Ere I will yield my virgin patent op
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds t, conceits, Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke
Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweet-meats ; messengers My soul consents not to give sovereignty.
Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth :

The. Take time to pause : and, by the next new
With conning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart;

moon,
Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me,

(The sealing-day betwixt my love and me,
To stubborn harshness :-And, my gracious duke, For everlasting bond of fellowship,)
• Shows.
+ Baubles.

• Ever.

1

!

air

Upon that day either prepare to die,

By his best arrow with the golden head; For disobedience to your father's will;

By the simplicity of Venus' doves; Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would:

By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves ; Or on Diana's altar to protest,

And by that tire which burn'd the Carthage queen, For aye, austerity and single life.

When the false Trojan under sail was seen; Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia ;--And, Lysander, By all the vows that ever men have broke, yield

In number niore than ever women spoke ;Thy crazed title to my certain right.

In that same place thou hast appointed me,
Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius; To-morrow, truly, will I meet with thee.
Let me have mia's : do you marry him.

Lys. Keep promise, love: look, here comes Helena.
Ege. Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my love;
And what is mine, my love shall render him;

Enter HELENA.
And she is mine; and all my right of her

Her. God speed, fair Helena! Whither away?
I do estale unto Demetrius.

Hel. Call you me fairl-That fair again unsay.
Lys. I am, my lord, as well derived as he, Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair!
As well possess'd; my love is more than his, Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet
My fortunes every way as fairly rank’d,
if not with vantage, as Demetrius';

More tunable than lark to shepherd's car,
And, which is more than all these boasts can be, When wheat is green, when bawthorn buds appear.
I am beloved of beauteous Hermia:

Sickness is catching; 0, were favourt so!
Why should not I then prosecuie my right?

Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,

My car should catch your voice, my eye your eye, Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,

My tongue should catch your tongue's sweei melody. And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,

The rest I'll give to be to you translated.
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.

0, teach me liow you look; and with what art
The. I must confess, that I have heard so much, You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.
And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; Har. I frown upon liim, yet he loves me still.
But, being over.ful of selt-affairs,

Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles
My mind did lose it.-But, Demetrius, come;

such skill! And come, Egeus; you shall go with me,

Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love.
I have some private schooling for you both.- Hel. O that my prayers could such aflection
For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself

move! To fit your fancies to your father's will;

Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me. Or else the law of Athens yield you up

Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. (Which by no means we may extenuate,)

ler. His folly, Helena, is no tault of mine. To death, or to a vow of single life.

Ilel. None, but your beauty; 'Would that fault Come, my Hippolyta ; what cheer, my love?-

were mine! Demetrius, and Egeus, go along:

Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my face; I must employ you in some business

Lysander and myself will fly this place. Against our nuptial; and confer with you

Before the time I did Lysander see, of something nearly that concerns yourselves. Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me: Ege. With duty, and desire, we follow you. O then, what graces in my love do dwell,

(Exeunt Thes. Ilip. Ege. Dim. and train. That he hath turu'd a heaven unto hell! Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold:

To-morrow night when Phæbe doth behold
How chance the roses there do fade so fast?

Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass,
He. Belike for want of rain ; which I could well Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,
Beteem them + from the tempest of mine eyes. (llime that lovers' flights doth still conceal,)

Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read, Through Athens' gates have we devised to steal.
Could ever hear by tale or history,

Her. And in the wood, where often you and I
The course of true love never did run smooth : Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie,
But, either it was different in blood;

Emptying our bosoms of their comsel sweet;
Her. O cross ! to high to be enthrall'd to low! There my Lysander and myself shall meet :
Lys. Or else misgrated, in respect of years ; And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes,
Her. O spite! too old to be engaged to young! To seek new friends and stranger companies.
Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends: Farewell, sweet play fellow; pray thou for us,
Her. O hell! to choose love by another's eye ! And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius !
Lys. Or, is there were a sympathy in choice, Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it;

From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight.
Making it momentary as a sound,

(Exit Herm. Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ;

Lys. I will, my Hermia.-Helena, adieu :
Brief as the lightning in the collied I night, As you on him, Demetrius dote on you! (Exit Lys.
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, Hel. How happy some, o'er other some, can be!
And ere a man hath power to say,-Behold!

Through Athens I am thought as fair as she,
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:

But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;
So quick bright things come to confusion.

He will not know what all but he do know.
Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
It stands as an edict in de tiny :

So I, admiring of his qualities.
Then let us teach our trial patience,

Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Because it is a customary cross;

Love can transpose to form and dignity.
As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, Love looks not with eyes, but with the mind;
Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's g followers

And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind :
Lys. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me, Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste;
Hermia.

Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste : I have a widow aunt, a dowager

And therefore is love said to be a child, of great revenue, and she hath no child :

Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.
Fioni Athens is her house remote seven leagues; As waggish boys in game I themselves forswear,
And she respects me as her only son.

So the boy love is perjured every where:
There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee;

For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne 6, And to that place the sharp Athenian law

He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine; Cannot pursue us: if thou lov'st me then,

And when this hail some heat from Hermia selt, Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night; So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt. And in the wood, a league without the town,

I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight: Where I did meet thee once with Helena,

Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night, To do observance to a morn of May,

Piirsue her; and for this intelligence There will I stay for thee.

If I have thanks, it is a dear expence: Her. My good Lysander !

But herein mean I to enrich my pain, I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow ;

To have his sight thither, and back again.

(Erit. • Wicked. + Give, bestow. Black.

• Pole-stars. + Countenance.

Sport.
Love's.

Eyes.
P

pate?