Hel. Yes, 'sooth; and so do you. Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with [ceive, Dem. I would, I had your bond; for, I perh weak bond holds you; I'll not trust your word. Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. Her. What, can you do me greater harm, than Hate me! wherefore? O, me! what news, my Am I not Hermia? Are you not Lysander Since night, you lov'd me; yet, since night, you Why, then you left me,➡ O, the gods forbid !-- Lys. Ay, by my life; And never did desire to see thee more. Her. O, me! you juggler! you canker blossom! Hel. Fine, i'faith! Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, Her. Puppet! why so? Ay, that way goes the game. Now I perceive that she hath inade compare And are you grown so high in his esteem, Let her not strike me: You, perhaps, may think, Her. Lower! hark, again. Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. I evermore did love you, Hermia, Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave hero behind, Hel. With Demetrius. Lys. Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you take Hel. O, when she's angry, she is keen and She was a vixen, when she went to school; Her. Little again? nothing but low and little?- Lys. Get you gone, you dwarf; Dem. You are too officious In her behalf, that scorns your services. Lys. Now she holds me not; Hel. I will not trust you, I; Nor longer stay in your curst company. [fight Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to As one come not within another's way, Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you; And from each other look thou lead them thus, Save that, in love unto Demetrius, I told him of your stealth unto this wood: But he hath chid me hence; and threaten'd me To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too : And follow you no further: let me go: You see how simple and how fond I am. Till o'er their brows death counterfeiting sleep Her. Why, get you gone: who is't that hin- With league, whose date till death shall never eud. ders you? Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy; Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with haste; For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, That fallen am I in dark uneven way, Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho! Coward, why com'st thou not? Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well I wot, Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place; Where art thou? Troop home to church-yards: damned spirits all, And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They wilfully themselves exile from light, And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night. Obe. But we are spirits of another sort: I with the morning's love have oft made sport; And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams. But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay: We may effect this business yet ere day. [exit Oberon. Puch. Up and down, up and down; I will lead them up and down; Here comes one. Enter Lysander. Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak thou now. Puck. Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where art thou? Lys. I will be with thee straight. Puck. Follow me then Puck. Come hither; I am here. Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. buy this dear, Thou shal Thus to make poor females mad. Her. Never so weary, never so in woe, Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with I can no further crawl, no further go; [briers; My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Here will I rest me, till the break of day. To plainer ground. [exit Lys. as following the voice. Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! Enter Demetrius. Dem. Lysander! speak again. Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled? Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head? [stars, Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou ACT IV. Enter Titania and Bottom, Fairies attending; Oberon behind, unseen. Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, Bot. Give me your nief, monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray you, leave courtesy, good 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 hear 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 desir'st 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! Oberon advances. Obe. Welcome, good Robin. sweet sight? May all to Athens back again repair; [touching her eyes with an herb See, as thou wast wont to see: Hath such force and blessed power. Obe. There lies your love. Tita. How came these things to pass? O, how mine eyes do loath his visage now! Obe. Silence awhile.-Robin, take off this head. Titania, music call; and strike more dead Obe. Sound, music. [still music.] Come, my Puch. Fairy king, attend and mark; Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, We the globe can compass soon, Tita. Come, my lord; and in our flight, That I sleeping here was found, With these mortals, on the ground. [exeunt. [horns sound within. [they sleep. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and Train. Enter Puck. The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;See'st thou this 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.Uncouple 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 Of hounds and echo in conjunction. Her dotage now I do begin to pity. 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. [kind, The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan 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 bulle Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bulls, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly: Judge, when you hear.Bat, soft; what nymphs are these? Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep; And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is; This Helena, old Nedar's Helena: I 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. [their horns. The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with Horns, and shout within. Demetrius, Lysander, Hermia, and Helena, wake and start up. The. Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past; Begin these wood-birds but to, couple now? [he and the rest kneel to Thes. Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, Half 'sleep, half waking; but as yet, I swear, I cannot truly say how I came here: But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,And now I do bethink me, so it is;) I came with Hermia hither: our intent Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be Without the peril of the Athenian law. Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: I beg the law, the law, upon his head. And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. As they go out, Bottom awakes. Lereunt. Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer:-my next is, most fair Pyramus.'Hey, ho!-Peter Quince! Flute the bellowsmender; Snout, the tinker! Starveling! God's r s my life! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream,-past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had, but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue what my They would have stol'n away, they would, to conceive, nor his heart to report, wh Demetrius, Thereby to have defeated you and me: Of this their purpose hither, to this wood; But, my good lord, I wot not by what power, The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of a play, before the duke. Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at her death. [erit. SCENE II. ATHENS. A ROOM IN QUINCE'S HOUSE. Enter Quince, Flute, Snout, and Starveling. Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet? Star. He cannot be heard of. he is transported. Out of doubt, Flu. If he come not, then the play is marr'd; it goes not forward, doth it? Quin. It is not possible: you have not a man in all Athens, able to discharge Pyramus, but he. Flu. No; he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft-man in Athens. Quin. Yea, and the best person too; and he is a very paramour, for a sweet voice. Flu. You must say, paragon: a paramour is, God bless us, a thing of nought. Enter Snug. Snug. Masters, the duke is coming from the temple, and there is two or three lords and ladies more married: if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made men. Flu. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he Quin. Let us hear, sweet Bottom. All that I will tell Get your ap Bot. Not a word of me. you, is, that the duke hath dined. parel together; good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look o'er his part; for, the short and the long is, our play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have clean linen; and let not him that plays the lion, pare his nails, for they shall hang out for the lion's claws. And most dear actors, eat no onions, nor garlick, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I do not doubt, but to hear them say, it is a sweet comedy. No more words; away; go away. [exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. THE SAME. AN APARTMENT IN THE PAL ACE OF THESEUS. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, Lords, and Attendants. Hip. 'Tis strange, my Theseus, that these lovers speak of. The. More strange than true. I never may be- One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Hip. But all the story of the night told over, Joy, gentle friends! joy, and fresh days of love, Accompany your hearts! Lys. More than to us Wait on your royal walks, your board, your bed! The. Come now; what masks, what dances shall we have, To wear away this long age of three hours, Philost. Here, mighty Theseus. The. Say what abridgement have you for this evening? What mask? what music? How shall we beguile Make choice of which your highness will see first. [gives a paper. The. [reads.]The battle with the Centaurs, By an Athenian eunuch, to the harp.' The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals, 'A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus, And his love Thisbe: very tragical mirth.' Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief? That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange snow. How shall we find the concord of this discord? Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten words long; Which is as brief as I have known a play; The. What are they, that do play it? Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in Athens here, Which never labour'd in their minds till now; The. And we will hear it. It is not for you: I have heard it over, The. I will hear that play; For never any thing can be amiss, |