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Re-enter LYSANDER.
Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on;
When I come where he calls, then he is gone.
The villain is much lighter heel'd than 1:
I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly;
That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day!

(Lies down)
For if but once thou shew me thy gray light,
I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite.' (Sleeps.)

Re-enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS.
Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho! Coward, why comest thou

Dem. Abide me, if thou darest ; for well I wot,
Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place ;
And darest not stand, nor look me in the face.
Where art thou ?
Puck.

Come hither; I am here.
Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou shalt buy

this dear,
If ever I thy face by day-light see:
Now, go thy way.-Faintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this cold bed.
By day's approach look to be visited.

(Lies down and slceps.)

Enter HELENA.
Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night,

Abate thy hours: shine comforts from the east;
That I may back to Athens, by day-light,

From these, that my poor company detest: And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye. Steal me a while from mine own company.

(Sleeps.) Puck. Yet but three ? Come one more ;

Two of both kinds make up four.
Here she comes, curst and sad :
Cupid is a kuavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.

Enter HERMIA.
Her. Never so weary, never so in woe,

Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers;
I can no farther crawl, no farther go;
Here will I rest me, 'till the break of day.

My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!

(Lies doton.)

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Re-enter LYSANDER.
Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on;
When I come where he calls, then he is gone.
The villain is much lighter heel'd than 1:
I follow'd fast, but faster he did Als;
That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day!
For if but once thou shew me thy gray light,
I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. (Slepi)

Re-enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS.
Puck. Ha, ho! ho, ho! Coward, wbs comest thou

not?
Dem. Abide me, if thou darest ; for well I wot,
Thou runn'st before me, shifting erery place;
And darest not stand, nor look me in the face.
Where art thou ?

Come hither; I am here.
Dem. Nar, then thou mock'st me. Thou shalt bej
If ever I th face bs day-light see:
Now, go thy was-Paintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this cold bed-
By day's approach look to be visited.

(Lies down and sleeps:)

Enter HELENA
Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night,

Abate thr hours: shine comforts from the east;
That I may back to Athens, by dar-light,

From these, that my poor company detest:
And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye
Steal me a while from mine own company. Sleps)
Puck. Yet but three? Come one more;

Two of both kinds make up four.
Here she comes, curst and sad:
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.

Enter HERMIA
Her. Never so weary, never so in woe,

Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers;
can no farther crawl, no farther go;
My legs can keep no pace with

my desires
ere will I rest me, till the break of day.
avens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!

Must. Ready.

Bot. Give me your niel, monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, guod monsieur,

Must. What's your will !

Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur ; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face : and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. Tita. What, wilt thou bear some music, my sweet

love! Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music : let us have the tongs and the bones.

Tita. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat. Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could nunch your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet has, hath no fellow.

Tita. I have a venturous fairy, that shall seek the squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.

Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.

Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind 'theo in my arms.
Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.
So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle.
Gently entwist, - the female ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee! (They sierp)

OBERON adrances. Enter PUCK.
Obe. Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this sweet
Her dotage now I do begin to pity.

(sight?
For meeting her of late, behind the wood,
Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool,
I did upbraid her, and fall out with her:
For she his hairy temples then had rounded
With coronet of fresh and fragrant Powers;
And that same dew, which sometime on the buds
Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls,
Stood now within the pretty flowrets' eyes,
Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail.
When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her,
And she, in mild terms, begg'd my patience,
I then did ask of her her changeling child;
Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent
To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
And now I have the boy, I will undo

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This hateful imperfection of her eyes.
And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
From off the head of this Athenian swain;

That he, awaking, when the other do,
May all to Athens back again repair;
And think no more of this night's accidents,
But as the fierce vexation of

am.
But first I will release the

to be; See, as

thou wast

(Touching her eyes with an herb.)

wast wont to see :
Dian's bud o'er flower

Hath such force and blessed power.
Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen.

Tita. My Oberon ! what visions have I seen!
Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

Obe. There lies
Tita.

How
Titania, music call; and strike more dead
Obe. Silence, a while. -- Robin, take off this head.

common sleep, of all these five the sense.
Tita, Music, ho! music; such as charmeth sleep.
Puck. Now, when thou wakest, with thine own fool's

Obe. Sound,
And rock the

the ground whereon these sleepers be.
Now thou and I are new in amity
And will, tomorrow midnight, solemnly,
Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly,
There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.

Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark;
1 do

lark.
Obe.
my queen,

in silence sad,
Trip we after the night's shade ;
Swifter than the wandering moon.
Tita. Come, my lord; and in our flight,

Tell me how it came this night,
That 1 sleeping here was found,
With these mortals on the ground. [E.reunt.

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Bnter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and

train.
The. Go, one of you, find out the forester;
For now our observation is perform'd:
And since we have the vaward of the day,
My love shall hear the music of my hounds.-
Un couple in the western valley; go.-
Despatch, I say, and find the forester.-
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
And mark the musical confusion
or hounds and echo in conjunction.

Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear
Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves,
The skies, the fountains, every region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
So flew'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls,
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells,
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly :

[these? Judge, when you hear.-But, soft; what nymphs are

Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep i
And this Lysander; this Demetrius is ;
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena :
wonder of their being here together.

The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe
The rite of May; and, hearing our intent,
Came here in grace of our solemnity.-
But, speak, Egeus; is not this the day,
That Hermia should give answer of her choice?
Ege. It is, my lord.

(horns.
The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their
Horns and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LYSAN-
DER, HERMIA and HELENA, wake, and start up.

The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past;
Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
Lys, Pardon, my lord.

(He and the rest kneel to Theseus.)

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