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SCENE II.-The same.-A Rvom in a Cottage. Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were

I best to play it in?
Enter SNUG, BOTTOM, PLUTE, SNOUT, Quince, and

Quin. Why, what you will.

Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw-colour'd
Quin. Is all our company here?

beard, your oravye-lawny beard, your purple-inBot. You were best to call them generally, man by grain beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, man, according to the scrip.

your perfect yellow'. Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name, Quin. Some of your French crowns have no hair which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in at all, and then you will play bare-faced.-But, our interlude before the duke and duchess, on his masters, here are your parts : and I am to entreat wedding-day at night.

you, request you, and desire you, lo con them by toBot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play morrow night: and meet me in the palace wood, a treats on; then read the names of the actors; and so mile without the town, by moon-light, there will we grow to a point.

rehearse : for if we meet in the city, we shall be medy, and inost cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby; the mean time,

: and our devices properties Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, and such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not. a merry.--Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse actors by the scroll: masters, spread yourselves. more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains;

Quin. Answer as I call you.- Nick Bottom, the be perfect; adieu.

Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.
Bot. Ready: name what part I am for, and pro. Bot. Enough; hold, or cut bow-strings t.

(Exeunt. Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus.

Bot. What is Pyramus ? A lover, or a tyrant?
Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly

SCENE 1.-A Wood near Athens.
for love.
Bot. That will ask some tears in the true perform-

Enter a FAIRY at one Door, and Puck at another.
ing of it: if I do it, let the audience look to their Puck. How now, spirit! Whither wander you!
eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in some Fai. Over hill, over dale,
measure. To the rest :--Yet my chief humour is for Thorough bush, thorough briar,
a tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to Over park, over pale,
tear a cat in, to make all split.

Thorough flood, thorough fire, « The raging rocks,

I do wander every where, " With shivering shocks,

Swifter than the moones sphere: " Shall break the locks

And I serve the fairy queen, “ Of prison-gates :

To dew her orbs t upon the green: * And Phibbus' car

The cowslips tall her pensioners be; “ Shall shine from far,

In their gold coats spots you see ; « And make and mar

Those be rubies, fairy favours;
“ The foolish fates."

In those freckles live their savours;
This was lofty !-Now name the rest of the players.- I must go seek some dew-drops here,
This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is more And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

Farewell, thou lob ý of spirits, I'll be gone;
Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.

Our queen and all her elves come here anon.
Flu. Here, Peter Quince.

Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to-
Quin. You must take Thisby on you.

Flu. What is Thisby? A wandering knight? Take heed, the queen come not within his sight.
Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,

Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have Because that she, as her attendant, bath
a beard coming.

A lovely boy, stolen from an Indian king;
Quin. That's all one; you shall play it in a mask, She never had so sweet a changeling:
and you inay speak as small as you will.

And jealous Oberon would have the child
Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild :
too : I'll speak in a monstrous little voice ;--Thisne, But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy,
Thisne,-Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy Thisby Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her
dear ! and lady dear!

Quin. No, no; you must play Pyranus, and, Flute, And now they never meet in grove or green,
you Thishy.

By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen 1,
Bot. Well, proceed.

But they do square f ; that all their elves, for fear,
Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor.

Creep into acorn-cups, and hide them there.
Star. Here, Peter Quince.

Fal. Either I mistake your shape and making
Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's

mother.--Tom Snout, the tinker.

Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite,
Snout. Here, Peter Quince.

Call'd Robin Good-fellow; are you not he,
Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thisby's That fright the maidens of the villagery ;
father ;-Snug, the joiner, you the lion's part :-and, Skimmilk; and sometimes labour in the qnern ..
I hope, here is a play fitted.

And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; Snug. Have you the lion's part written ? Pray you, And sometime make the drink to bear no barm; if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.

Mislead night wanderers, laughing at their harmi Quin. You inay do it extempore, for it is nothing those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, but roaring.

You do their work, and they shall have good luck:
Bot. Let me play the lion too : I will roar, that I Are not you he?
will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar, Puck. Thou speak'st aright;
that I will make the duke say, Let him roar again, I am that merry wanderer of the night.
let him roar again.

I jest to Oberon, and make him smile,
Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you would When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
fright the duchess and the ladies, that they would Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
shriek ; and that were enough to hang us all. And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl,

All. That would hang us every mother's son. Iu very likeness of a roasted crab;

40l. I grant you, friends, if that you should fright And, wben she drinks, against her lips I bob,
the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more And on her wither'd dew lap pour the ale.
discretion but to hang us: but I will aggravate iny The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
voice so, that I will roar you as gently as any suck. Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
ing dove; I will roar you, an 'twere any nightingale. Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,

Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus : for And tailor cries, and falls into a cough ;
Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as And then the whole quire hold their hips, and lonie ;
one shall see in a summer's day ; a most lovely, gen.
tleman like man ; therefore you must needs play • Articles required in performing a play.

+ At all events.

Circles. 6 A term of contempt.

|| Shining. • As if.


• Mill,


Aad waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear To fetch me trifles, and return again,
A merrier hour was never wasted there.

As from a voyage, rich with merchandize.
But room, Faery, here comes Oberon.

But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; Fai. And here my mistress :-'Would that he were And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy: gone!

And, for her sake, I will not part with him.

Obe. How long within this wood intend you stay? SCENE II.

Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day. If

will patiently dance in our round, Enter OBERON, at one Door, with his Train, and

And see our moon-light revels, go with us;
TITANIA, at another, with hers.

If not, shun me, and I will spare your hannts.
Obz. Ili met by moonlight, proud Titania.

Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. Tita. What, jealous Oberon ? Fairy, skip hence; - Tita. Not for thy kingdom.-Fairies, away: I have forsworn his bed and company.

We shall chide down-right, if I longer stay. Obe. Tarry, rash wanton; am not I thy lord ?

(Ereuni Titania and her Train. Tita. Then I must be thy lady: but I know

Obe. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from tluis When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,

grove, And in the shape of Corin sat all day,

Till I torment thee for this injury. Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love

My gentle Puck, come hither : thou remember'st To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,

Since once I sat upon a promontory, Come from the farthest steep of India ?

And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back, But that, forsooth, the bouneing Amazon,

Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ;
To Theseus must be wedded; and you come And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To give their bed joy and prosperity.

To hear the sea-maid's music.
Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania, Puck. I remember.
Glance at iny credit with Hippolyta,

Obe. That very time I saw, (but thou couldst not,) Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?

Plying between the cold moon and the earth, Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took night

At a fair vestal, throned by the west; From Perigenia, whom he ravished ?

And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow, And make him with fair Æglé break his faith, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts': With Ariadne, and Antiopa?

But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy: Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon ; And never, since the middle summer's spring, And the imperial vot'ress passed on, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,

In maiden nieditation, fancy-free By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid sell : Or on the beached margent of the sea,

It fell upon a little western flower, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport, And maidens call it, love-in-idleness. Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,

Fetch me that flower; the herb I shew'd thee once As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid, Contagious fogs; which falling in the land,

Will make or man or woman madly dote Have every pelting river made so proud,

Upon the next live creature that it sees. That they have overborne their continents +: Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again, The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, Ere the leviathan can swim a league. The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth corn

In forty minutes.

(Exit Puck. Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard :

Obe. Having once this juice,
The fold stands empty in the drowned field, I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,
And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; And drop the liquor of it in her eyes :
The nine-meu's morrist is till'd up with mud; The next thing then she waking looks upon,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green,

(Be it on lion, bear, or woll, or bull, For lack of tread, are undistinguishable :

On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,)
The human mortals want their winter here; She shall pursue it with the soul of love.
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:

And ere I take this charm off from her sight,
Therefore the moon, the governess of foods, (As I can take it with another herb,)
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,

I'll make her render up her page to me.
That rheumatic diseases do abound :

But who comes here? 'I am invisible;
And, thorough this distemperature, we see

And I will over hear their conference,
The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crinisou rose ;

Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA following him. And on old Hyems' chin, and icy erown,

Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds

Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia ? Is, as in mockery, ket: the spring, the summer, The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. The childing ý autumn, angry winter, change Thou told'st me they were stol'n into this wood, Their wonted liveries ; and the 'mazed world, And here am I, and wood + within this wood, By their increase ll, now knows not which is which : Because I cannot meet with Hermia. And this same progeny of evil comes

Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. From our debaie, from our dissention;

Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant ; We are their parents and original.

But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Obe. Do you amend it then ; it lies in you: Is true as steel : leave you your power to draw, Why should Titania cross her Oberon?

And I shall have no power to follow you. I do but beg a little changeling boy,

Dem. Do I entice yon? Do I speak you fair? To be my henchman .

Or, rather, do I not in plaineet truth Tita. Set your heart at rest,

Tell you, I do not, nor I cannot love you? The fairy land buys not the child of me.

Hel. And even for that do I love you the more. His mother was a votress of my order:

I am your spaniel ; and, Demetrius, And, in the spiced Indian air by night,

The more you beat me, I will fawn on you : Full often hath she gossipp'd by my side;

Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, Marking the embarked traders on the flood; Unworthy as I am, to follow you. When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, What worser place can I beg in your love, And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind : (And yet a place of high respeci with me,) Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait, Ihan to be used as you use your dog? (Following her womb, then rich with my young Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit, 'squire,)

For I am sick, when I do look on thee. Would imitate; and sail upon the land,

Hel. And I am sick, when I look not on you.

Dem. You do impeach your modesty loo much, • Petty. + Banks which contain them. To leave the city, and commit yourself * A game played at by boys. Autumn producing flowers unseasonably.

• Exempt from love. + Mad, raving. Produce. Page.

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this grove,

Into the hands of one that loves you not;

To trust the opportunity of night,

2 Fai. Wearing spiders, come not here ,
And the ill counsel of a desert place,

Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, lence;
With the rich worth of your virginity.

Beetles black, approach not near ;
Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.

Il orm, nor snail, do no offence
It is not night, when I do see your face,

Therefore I think I am not in the night:
Nor doth this wood lack world of company;

Philomel, with melody, &c.
For you, in my respect, are all the world :

1 Fai. Hence, away ; now all is well :
Then how can it be said, I am alone,

One aloot, stand centinel.
When all the world is here to look on me?

[Errunt Fairies.-Titania sleeps
Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes,
And leave thee to the niercy of wild beasts.

Hel. The wildest hath not sach a heart as you. Obe. What thou seest, when thon dost wake,
Run when you will, the story shall be changed:

(Squeezes the flower on Titania's eye-lids. Apollo tlies, and Daphne holds the chase ;

Do it for thy true love lake;
The dove pursues the grillin; the mild hind

Love and languish for his sake:
Makes speed to catch the tiger: bootless speed! Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
When cowardice pursues, and valour tiles.

Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
Dem. I will not stay thy questions ; let me go: In thy eye that shall appear
Or, if thou follow me, do not believe

When thou wak'st, it is thy dear ;
But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.

Wake, when some vile thing is near. [Full
He:. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field,
You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius!

Enter LYSANDER and Hrama.
Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex:

Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in th
We cannot fight for love as men may do ;

We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. And to speak troth, I have forgot ons way :
I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,

We'li rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,
To die upon the hand I love so weli.

And tarry for the comtort of the day.
(Ereunt Dem. and Hel.

Hur. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: 'ere he do leave For I upon this bank will rest my head.

Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; Thou shalt fly him and he shall seek thy love.- One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth,

Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,
Re-enter Puck.

Lie further oft yet, do not lie so near.
Hast thoa the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.

Lys. (), take ihe sense, sweet, of my innocence;

Love takes the meaning, in love's conference,
Puck. Ay, there it is.
Obe. I pray thee, give it me.

I mean, that my heart into yours is knit;

So that but one heart we can make of it:
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows;

Two bosoms interchained with an oath;
Quite over-canopied with lusly I woodbine,

So then, two bosoms, and a single troth.
With sweet musk roses, ant with oglantine:

Then, by your side no bed-room me deny;
There sleeps Titania, some time of the night,

For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
Lull'd in these towers with dances and delight;

ller. Lysander riddles very prettily :-
And there the snake throws her enameil'd skin,

Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:

11 Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied.
And with the juice of this l'll streak her eyes,

But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
And make her full of hateful fantasies.

Liesither ofl"; in human nodesty
Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove :

Such separation, as may well be said,
A sweet Athenian lady is in love

Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid :
With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend :
But do it when the next thing he espies

Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end !
May be the lady: thou shall know the man

Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I;
By the Athenian garments he hath on.

And then end lite, when I end loyalty !
Effect it with some care ; that he may prove

Here is my bed : Sleep give thee all his rest!

Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be
More fond on her, than she upon her love:
And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow.

[They sleep. Puck. Fear not my lord, your servant shall do so.

Enter Puck. (Exeunt.

Puck. Through the forest have I gone,

But Athenian found I none,
SCENE 111.- Another part of the Wood.

On whose eyes I might approve

This flower's force in stirring love.
Enter TITANIA with her Train.

Night and silence! who is here!
Tita. Come, now a roundel TM, and a fairy song ;

Weeds of Athens he doth wear :
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence :

This is he, my master said,
Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;

Despised the Athenian maid.
Some, war with rear micell for their leathern wings,

And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
To make my small elves coats; and some, keep

On the dark and dirty ground.

Pretty soul! she durst not lie
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and won-

Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy.

Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
At our quaint spiritsf: sing me now asleep;

All the power this charm doth owe: +
Then to your offices, and let me rest.

When thou wak'st, let love forbid

Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.

So awake, when I am gone;
Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue,

For I must now to Oberon.

[Erit. Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen ;

Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA running.
Neuts**, and blind-wormstt, do no wrong ;
Come not near our fairy queen :

Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.

Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt ine

Philomel, with melody,
Sing in our street lullaby ;

Hel. 0, wilt thou darkling I leave me? Do not so.
Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby :

Den. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go.

(Exit Demetrius. Never, harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh;

Hel. 0, I am out of breath, in this fond chace!
So, good night, with lullaby.

The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies;

For she hath blessed, and attractive eyes.
The greater cowslip. 1 Vigorous,
6 A kind of dance. || Bats.

• The small tiger.

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• Efts.
# Glow-worms,

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How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears : Snout. By’rlakin*, a parloust fear.
If so, my eves are oftener wash'd than hers.

Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out,
No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;

when all is done Fur beasts that meet me, run away for fear :

Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all There tore, no marvel, though Demetrius

well. Write me a prologue : and let the prologue Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.

seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords; What wicked and dissembling glass of mine

and that l'yramus is not kill'd indeed : and for the Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne * ?- more better assurance, tell them, that I, Pyramus, But who is here ? Lysander! on the ground !

am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: This will Dead! or asleep? I see no blood, no wound :

put them out of fear. Lysander, if you live, good Sir, awake.

Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue ; and Lys. And run through tire I will, for thy sweet it shall be written in eight and six. sake.

[ii aking. Bot. No, make it two more ; let it be written in Transparent Helena! Nature here shews art,

eight and eight. That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Snout. Will not the ladies be afraid of the lion ? Where is Demetrius ? O, how fit a word !

Stur. I fear it, I promise you. Is that vile name to perish on my sword !

Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with yourHi. Do not say so, Lysander; ay not so:

selves: to bring in, God shield us! a lion amoug What though he love your Hernia! Lord, what ladies is a most dreadful thing: for there is not a though?

more fearfuli wild-fowl than your lion, living; and Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content.

we ought to look to it. Lys. Content with Hermia ? No:1 do repent Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell, he The tedious minutes I with her have spent.

is not a lion. Not Hermia, but Helena I love:

Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his Who will not change a raren tor a dove?

face must be seen through the lion's neck; and he The will of man is by his reason sway'd ;

himselt must speak through, saying thus, or to the And reason says you are the worthier maid.

same detect,-Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish Things growing are not ripe until their season: you, or, I would request you, or I would cntreat So I, being young, till now ripe not to reasou: you, not to fear, not to treinble: my liie for yours. And touching now the point of human skill,

If you think I conie hither as a lion, it were pity of Reason becomes the marshal to my will,

my life: no, I am no such thing; I am a man as And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook

other men are :- And there indeed, let him name Love's stories, written in love's richest booth.

his name; and tell them plainly, he is Snug the Tel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born ? joiner. When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn? Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard 1a't not enough, is't not enough, young man,

things; that is to bring the moonlight into a chamThat I did never, no, nor never can,

ber: for you know, Pyranius and Thisby met by Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,

moon-light. But you inust flout my insulliciency?

Snug. Doth the moon shine, that night we play
Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, our play?
In such disdainful manner me to woo.

Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the alma-
But sare you well : pertorce I must confess, nack; find out moon-shine, find out moon-shịne.
I thought you lord of more true gentleness.

Quin. Yes, il doth shine that night.
O, that a lady, of one man refused,

Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of
Should, of another, therefore be abused ! [Erit. the great chamber window, where we play, open;
Lys. She sees not Hermia :-Hermia, sleep thou and the moon may shine in at the casement.
there :

Quin. Ay, or else one must come in with a bush
And never may'st thou come Lysander near! of thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he comes to dis-
For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things

figure, or to present, the person of moon-shine. The deepest loathing to the stomach brings ;

Then, there is another thing: we must have a wall Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,

in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby, Are hated most of those they did deceive;

says the story, did talk through the chink of a wall. So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,

Snug. You never can bring in a wall.-Whai say Of all be hated ; but the most of me!

you, Bottom ? And all my powers, address your love and might, Bot. Some man or other must present wall: and To honour Helen, and to be her knight! (Erit. let him have some plaster, or some lome, or some Her. (Starting.) Help me, Lyaunder, help me! do rough cast about him, to signify wall: or let him thy best,

hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast ! Pyramus and Thisby whisper. Ah me, for pity - What a dream was here?

Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear:

down, every mother's son, and rehearse your parts. Methought, a serpent eat my heart away,

Pyramus, you begin : when you have spoken your And you sai smiling at his cruel prey :

speech, enter into that brake; and so every one
Lysander! What, removed ? Lysander! lord ! according to his cue.
What, out of hearing? Gone? No sound, no word?

Enter Puck ochind.
Alack, where are you? Speak, an if you hear;
Speak, of all loves+; I swoon almost with fear. Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swag
No!-Then I well perceive you are not nigh:

gering here,
Either death, or you, I'll und immediately. (Exit. So near the cradle of the fairy queen ?

What, a play toward? I'll be an auditor;

An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.

Quin. Speak, Pyramus :—Thisby, stand forth. SCENE I.-The same.-The Queen of Fairies lying

Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odivus savours sweet, asleep.

Quin. Odours, odours.

Pur. --odours savours sueet : Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, PLUTE, SNOUT, So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.. and STARVELING.

But, hark, a voice! Stay thou but here a while,

And by and by I will to thee appear. (Erit.
Bot. Are we all met?
Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous conve.

Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here!

[Aside.--Exit. nient place for our rehearsal : this green plot shall

This. Must I speak now? be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring-house ; and we wiil do it in action, as we will do it before stand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and

Quin. Ay, marry, must you: for you must underthe duke.

is to come again. Bot. Peter Quince,Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom ?

This. Alosi radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of

hue, Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus Most briskly juvenal, and eke most lovely Jeu',

of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that?

As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire,

P'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.
• Eyes.
+ By all that's dear. • By onr ladykin. Dangerous.


you, Sir?

Quin. Ninus' tomb, man: why you must not | The honey bags steal from the humble-bees, speak that yet; that you answer io Pyramus: you And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs, speak all your part at once, cuese and all.–Pyra- And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, nius enter : your cue is past; it is, never tire. To have my love to bed, and to arise ;

And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an Ass's Head. To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes :
This. 0,-As true as truest horse, that yet would Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
never tire.

i Fai. Hail, mortal!
Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine :- 2 Fai. Hail!

Quin. O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. 3 Fai. Hail!
Pray, masters ! tiy, masters ! help! (Ereunt (louns. 4 Fai. Hail!

Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round, Bol. I cry your worships mercy, heartily.-1 be-
Through bog, through bush, through brake, seech your worship's name.
through brier;

('ob. Cobweb.
Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,

Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good A hog, a heedless bear, sometime a tire;

master Cobweb: if I cut iny finger, I shall make And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman ? Like horse, hound, hog, bear, tire, al every turn. Peas. Peas-blossom.

[Erit. Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash, Bot. Why do they run away ? This is a knavery your mother, and to master Peascod, your father. of them, to make me afeard t.

Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire you or

more acquaintance too.—Your name, I beseech Re-enter SNOUT. Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed! What do I Mus. Mustard seed. see on thee?

Bot. Good master Mastard-seed, I know your pa Bot. What do you see ? You see an ass's head of tience well: that same cowardly, giant-like, or your own; Do you !

beef hath devour'd many a gentlenian of your Re-enter QUINCE.

house : I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now.

I desire you more acquailQuin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art tance, good master Mustard seed. translated.

[Eiit. Tita. Come, watt upon him; lead him to my Bol. I see their knavery : this is to inake an ass

bower. of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk And when she weeps, weeps every little tiower, up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall Lamenting some enforced chastity. hear I am not afraid.

(Sings. Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently, The ou sel-cock, so black of hue,

(Eseunt. With orange-tawney bill, The throstle with his note so true,

SCENE II.-Another part of the Wood.
The uren with litile quill ;

Tita. What angel wakes me from niy flowery bed? Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awaked ;

(Waking. Then, what was it that next came in her eye, Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,

Which she must dote on in extremity.
The plain-song cuckoo gray,
Whose note full many a m n doth mark,

Enter Puck.
And dares not answer, nay,

Here comes my messenger.-How now, mad spirit!
for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a What night-rule. now about this haunted grove !
bird? Who would give a bird th lie, though he Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
cry, cuckoo, never so?

Near to her close and consecrated bower,
Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again : While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note,

A crew of patches +, rude mechanicals,
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;

That work for bread upon Athenian stails,
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me, Were met together to rehearse a play,
On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.

Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little The shallowest thick-skin ot that barren sort I,
reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
and love keep little company together now-a-days : Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake:
tire more the pity, thai some honest neighbours When I did him at this advantage take,
will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek 5, An ass's now! 5 I fixed on his head;
upon occasion.

Anon, his Thisbe inust be answered,
T'ita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. And forth my mimic || comes: when they hirn spy,

Bot. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
get out of this wood, I have enough to serve inine Or russet-pated choughs, inany in sort,
own turn.

Rising and cawing at the gun's report
Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go;

Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;
Thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or no. So, at his sight, away his fellows fly;
I am a spirit, of no common rate;

And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls;
The suminer still doth tend upon my state,

He murder cries, and help from Athens calls, And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;

Their sense, thus weak, lost with their tears, thus I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee;

strong, And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,

Made senseless things begin to do them wrong; And sing, while thou on pressed flowers doth sleep: For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; And I will purge thy mortal grossness so,

Some, sleeves; some hats : from yielders all things
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.-

Peas-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-seed! I led them on in this distracted fear,

And left sweet Pyramus translated there:
Enter four FAIRIES.

When in that moment, (so it came to pass,)
i Fai. Ready.

Titania waked, and straightway loved an ass. 2 Fai. And I.

Obe. This falls out better than I could devise. 3 Fai. And I.

But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes 4 Fai. Where shall we go?

With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?
Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Puck. I took him sleeping-that is finish'd too,--
Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes:

And the Athenian woman by his side;
Feed him with apricots, and dewberries il;

That, when he waked, of force she must be eyed.
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ;

Enter DEMETRIUS and HERMIA. • The last words of the preceding speech, which Obe. Stand close; this is the same Athenian. serve as a hint to him who is to speak next.

Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. Afraid. 1 The cuckoo with her note.

• Revelry. + Simple fellows. Stupid company.
$ Joke.
# Gooseberries.

Ø Head.
# Actor.

s Infected.

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