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To leave the figure, or disfigure it.

And with Demetrius thought to have spoke Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.

But, being over full of self-atfairs, (thereof; Her. So is Lysander.

My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come; The.

In himself he is : And come, Egeus ; you shall go with me, But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice, I have some private schooling for you both.The other must be held the worthier. (my eyes. For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself Her. I would, my father look'd but with To fit your fancies to yonr father's will; The. Rather your eyes must with his judg- or else the law of Athens yields you up ment look.

(Which by no means we may extenuate,) Her. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. To death, or to a vow of single life.I know not by what power I am made bold; Come, my Hippolyta; What cheer, my lovelNor how it may concern my modesty. Demetrius, and Egeus, go along : In such a presence here, to plead my thoughts: I must employ yon in some business But I beseech your grace that I may know Against our nuptial; and confer with you The worst that may befal me in this case, Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. If I refuse to wed Demetrios.

Eye. Withi duty, and desire we follow you. The. Either to die the death, or to abjare [Exeunt THES. Hip. Eg F. Dem. and train. wty For ever the society of men.

Lys. How now, my love? Why is your Therefore, fair Hermia, question yonir desires, cheek so-pale? Know of your youth, examine well your blood, How chance the roses there do fade so fast!, Whether, if you yield not to your father's Her. Belike, for want of rain ; which I You can endure the livery of a nun; (choice, could well For aye* to be in shady cloister mew't, Beleem them | from the tempest of mine eyes. To live a barren sister all your life, [inoon. Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless Could ever hear by tale or history, (read, Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, The course of trae love never did run smooth: To undergo such maiden pilgrimage :

But, either it was different in blood ;- (low! But earthlier happy is the rose distillid, Her. O cross! too high to be inthrali'd to Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, Lys. Or else misgrafted, in respect of years; Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. Her. O spite ! too old to be engag'd to young!

Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Lys. Orelse it stood upon the choice offriends : Ere I will yield my virgin patent up

Her. O hell! to choose love by another's Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke

eye! My soul consents not to give sovereignty. Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, The. Take time to pause: and, by the next War, death, or sickness, dià lay siege to it; new moon,

Making it inomentany as a sound, (The sealing day betwixt my love and me, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; For everlasting bond of fellowship,)

Brief as the lightning in the collied || night, Upon that day either prepare to die, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, For disobedience to your father's will; Andere a man hath power to say,- Behold! Or else, to wed Demetrius, as he would :** The jaws of darkness do devour it up: Or on Diana's altar to protest,

So quick bright things come to confusion. For aye, austerity and single life. (sander, yield Heri If then true lovers have been ever Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia;--Aud, Ly. It stands as an ediet in destiny :

(cross'd, Thy crazed title to my certain right.

Then let us teach our trial patience, Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius; Because it is a customary cross; (sighs, Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and Ege. Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's & followers. love ;

Lys. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me, And what is mine iny love shall render him; I have a widow aunt, a dowager (Hermia. And she is mine ; and all my right of her Of great revenue, and she hath no child : I do estate unto Demetrius.

From Athens is her house remote seven leagues ; Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, And she respects me as her only son. As well possess'd ; my love is more than his; There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee ; My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd, And to that place the sharp Athenian law If not with vantage, as Demetrius';

Cannot pursue us : If thou lov'st me then, And, which is more than all these boasts can be, Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night; am belov'd of beauteous Hermia :

And in the wood, a league without the town, Why should not I then prosecute my right? Where I did meet thee once with Helena, Demetrins, I'll avonch it to his head,

To do observance to a morn of May,
Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, There will I stay for thee.
And won her soul; and she, sweet larly, dotes, Her.

My good Lysander! Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,

I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow; Upon this spotted + and inconstant man. By his best arrow with the golden head; The. I must confess, that I have heard so By the simplicity of Venus' doves; [loves ; much,

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And by that fire which burn'd' the Carthage But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; qneen,

He will not know wbat all but he'do know. When the false Trojan under sail was seen; And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, By all the vows that ever men have broke, So I, admiring of his qualities. lu number more than ever women spoke;- Things base and vile, holding no quantity, In that same place thou hast appointed me, Love can transpose to form and dignity. To-morrow truly will' I meet with thee. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; Lys. Keep promise, love: Look, here comes And therefore is wing’u Cupid painted blind : Helena.

Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste ; Enter HELENA.

Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste: Her. God speed, fair Helena! Whither away? And therefore is love said to be a child, Hel. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd. Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair! As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, Your eyes are lode-stars*; and your tongne's So the boy love is perjur'd every where: sweet air

For ere Demetrius look'd on Herinia's eynes, More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine; When whçat is green, when hawthorn buds And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, appear.

So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did welt. Sickness is catching ; 0, were favour t so! I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight: Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night,'. My ear should catch your voice, my eye yonr Pursue her; and for this intelligence eye,

(melody. If I have thanks, it is a dear expense: My tongue should catch yonr tongue's sweet But herein mean I to enrich my pain, Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, To have his sight thither, and back again.' The rest I'll give to be to you translated.

[Exit. 0, teach me how you look; and with what art

SCENE II.
You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.
Her. I frown upon him, yet heloves me still.

The same. A Room in a Cottage. Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my Enter SNUG, BOTTOM, Peute, SNOUT, smiles such skill!

Quince, and STARVELING. Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. Quin. Is all our company here? Hel. 0, that my prayers could such affection Bot. You were best to call them generally, move!

(me. man by man, according to the scrip. Her. The more I hate, the more he follows Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. name, which is thought fit, through all Athens, Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. to play in our interlude before the duke and Hel. None but your beauty', 'Would that duchess, on his wedding day at night. fanlt were mine!

[my face; But. First, good Peter Quince, say what Her. Take comfort ; he no more shall see the play treats on; then read the naincs of Lysander and myself will ny this place.-- the actors; and so grow to a point. Before the time I did Lysander see,

Quin. Marry, our play is - The most lamentSeem'd Athens as a paradise to me:

able comedy, and most cruel death of Pyra. O then, what graces in my love do dwell, mus and Thisby. That he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell! (fold: Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure

Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will un-yon, and a merry.--Now, good Peter Quince,
To-morrow-night, when Phæbe doth behold call forth your actors by the scroll: Masters,
Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass, spread yourselves.
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, Quin. Answer, as I call you.-Nick Bot-
(A time that lovers' Hights doth still conceal,) tom, the weaver.
Through Athens' gates have we devis’d to steal. Bot., Ready: Name what part. I am for,
Her. And in the wood, where often you and I and proceed.
Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for

our bosoms of their counsel sweet: Pyramus.
There my Lysander and myself shall meet : Bot. What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant?
And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes, Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gal-
To seek new friends and stranger companies. lantly for love,
Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us, Bot. That will ask some tears in the true
And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius! performing of it: If I do it, let the audience
Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight look to their eyes ; I will move storms, I will
From lover's food, till morrow deep midnight. condole in some measure. To the rest:-Yet

(Erit HERM. my chief liumour is for a tyrant: I could play Lys. I will, my Hermia.--Helena, adieu : ? As you on him, Demetrius dote on you.

Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in, to

make all split. [Erit Lrs.

“ The raging rocks, Hel

. How happy some, or other some can be! “ With shivering shocks, Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. “Shall break the locks

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would fright the duchess and the ladies, that “ Shall shine from far,

they would sliriek; and that were enough to “ And make and mar

hang us all. “ The foolish fates."

All. That would hang us every mother's This was lofty!-Now name the rest of the son. players. This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; Bot. I grant yog, friends, if that you should à lover is more condoling.

fright the ladies out of their wits, they would Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. have no more discretion but to hang ns: but Flu. Here, Peter Quince.

I will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar Quin. You must take Thisby on you. you as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar Flu. What is Thisby? 'a wandering knight? you an * 'twere any nightingale. Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus:

Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper I have a ear coming.

man, as one shall see in a summer's day; a Quin. That's all one ; you shall play it in a most lovely, gentleman-like man; therefore mask, and you may speak as small as you you must needs play Pyramus. will.

Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play were I best to play it in? Thisby too: I'll speak in a monstrous little Quin. Why, what you will. voice;—Thisne, Thisne.--- Ah, Pyramis, my Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw. lover dear; thy Thisby deur! und ludy dear? coloured beard, your orange-tawny beard,

Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus, your purple-in-grain-beard, or your Frenchand, Flute, you Thisby.

crown-colour beard, your perfect yellow. Bot. Weil, proceed.

Quin. Some of your French crowns have no Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor. hair at all, and then you will play bare-faced, Štar. Here, Peter Quince.

- But, masters, here are your parts : and I Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play am to entreat you, request you, and desire you, Thisby's mother.– Tom Snout, the tinker. to con them by to-morrow night; and meet Snout. Here, Peter Quince.

me in the palace wood, a mile without the Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, This town, by moon-light ; there will we rehearse; by's father, Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's for if we meet in the city, we shall be dogel part:-and, I hope, here is a play fitted. with company, and our devices known. In

Snug. Have you the lion's part writien ? the mean time I will draw a bill of properpray you, if it bè, give it me, for I am slow ties t, such as our play wants. I pray you, of study.

fail me not. Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is Bot. We will meet; and there we may nothing but roaring.

rehearse more obscenely, and courageously. Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, Take pains ; be perfect; adieu. that I will do any man's heart good to hear Quint. At the duke's oak we meet. me; I will roar, that I will make the duke Bot. Enough; Hold, or cut bow-strings. say, Let him roar ugain, Let him rour

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ACT II. SCENE I. A Wood near Athens. I must go seek some dew-drops here, Enter a Fairy at one door, and Puck at Farewell, thou lob || of spirits, I'll be gone;

And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. another.

Our queen and all her elves come here Puck.How now,spirit! whither wander you? Fai. Over hill, over dale,

Puck. The king doth keep his revels here Thorongh bush, thorough brier,

to-night; Over park, over pale,

Take heed, the queen come not within his sight. Thorough flood, thorough fire,

For Oberon is passing fell and wrath, I do wander every where,

Because that she, as her attendant, hath Swifter than the moones sphere; A lovely boy, stoln from an Indian king; And I serve the fairy queen,

She never had so sweet a changeling: To dew her orbs 3 upon the green: And jealous Oberon would have the child The cowslips tall her pensioners be; Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild: In their gold coats spots you see ;

But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy, Those be rubies, fairy favours,

Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all In those freckles live their savours :

her joy:
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And now they never meet in grove, or green,

Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy: 13 By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen*, And never, since the middle summer's spring,

Bat they do squaret; thatall their elves, for fear, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there. By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Fai. Either I mistake your shape and mak- Or on the beached margent of the sea, ing quite,

To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, bent or else yon are that shrewd and knavish sprite, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our Callid Robin Good-fellow : are you not he,

sport. este That fright the maidens of the villagery; Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, Il Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea quernt,

(churn; Contagious fogs; which, falling in the land, And bootless make the breathless housewife Have every pelting I river made so proud, (202) And sometime make the drink to bear no That they have overborne their continents** : DOO

[harm? |The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in Mislead night-wanderers, laughing ai their vain,

(corn ceritan Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green

You do their work, and they shall have good Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard: ai ber Are not you he!

(luck : The fold stands empty in the drowned field, Puck.

Thou speak'st aright; And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; I am tbat merry wanderer of the night. The nine men's morristt is fill'd up with mud; _r $7 I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, And the quaint mazes in the wanton green,

be When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, For lack of tread, are undistinguishable : Free Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:

The human mortals want their winter bere; And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, No night is now with hymn or carol blest:by An very likeness of a roasted crabt;

Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Teine And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, =:*And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale.

That rheumatic diseases do abound: sire! The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, And thorough this distemperature, we see Ed Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Tben slip 1 from her bum, down topples she,

Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; rebeAnd tailor cries, and falls into a cough; Ard on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown, be & And then the whole quire hold their hips, and An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds loffe;

Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer, prift And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear The childing #autumn, angry winter, change

A merrier hour was never wasted there.- Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world But room, Faery, here comes Oberon. By their increase gý, now knows pot which is Fai. And here my mistréss: Would that And this same progeny of evils comes (which : he were gone!

From our debate, from our dissension;

We are their parents and original.
SCENE II.

Obe. Do you amend it then ; it lies in you: sting Enter Oberon, at one door, with his train, Why should Titania cross her Oberon?

and TITANIA, at another, with hers: I do bat bey a little changeling boy,
Obe. Ill met by moon-light, proud Titania. To be my henchman N.
Tita. What, jealous Oberon ? Fairy, skip

Tita.

Set yonr beart at rest,

The fairy land buys not the child of me. I have forsworn his bed and company:

His mother was a vot'ress of my order :
Obe. Tarry, rash wanton; Am not I thy lord? And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,

Zita. Then I must be thy lady: But i know Full often hath she gossip'd by my side;
When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land, And set with me on Neptune's yellow sands, !

And in the shape of Corin sat all day, Marking the embarked traders on the flood; pus. Playing

on pipes of corn, and versing love When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, De To amorous Phillida. Why art thon here, And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind:

Come from the farthest steep of India? Which she, with pretty and with swimming relin Bar that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,

gait,

l'squire,) Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love, (Following her womb, then rich with my young To Theseus must be wedded; and you come Would imitate; and sail upon the land, To give their bed' joy and prosperity.

To fetch me tritles, and return again, th Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania, As from a voyage, rich with merchandise. int Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,

But she, being mortal, of that boy did die ; Knowing I know thy love to 'Theseus? And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy: Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering And, for her sake, I will not part with him. Prom Perigenia, whom he ravished? [night Obe. How long within this wood intend And make him with fair Æglé break his faith,

you stay?

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If you will patiently dance in our round, Is trne as steel : Leave you your power to draw,
And see our moonlight revels, go with us ; And I shall have no power to follow you.
If not, shun me, and I will spare your hannts. Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?
Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth
thee.

Tell you-I do not, nor I cannot love you! Tita. Not for thy kingdom.--Fairies, away: Hel. And even for that do I love you the We shall chide down-right, if I longer stay. I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, (more.

[Exeunt TITANIA, and her train. The more you beat me, I will fawn on you: Obe. Well, go thy' way: thou shalt not Use me bnt as your spaniel, spurn me, strike from this grove,

Neglect me, lose me; only give ine leave, {me, Till I torment thee for this injury.- [ber'st Unworthy as I am, to follow you. My gentle Puck, come hither: Thou remem- What worser place can I beg in your love, Since once I sat upon a promontory,

(And yet a place of high respect with me,) And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Than io be used as you use your dog? (spirit; Uitering such dulcet and harmonious breath, Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my That the rude sea grew civil at her song; For I am sick, when I do look on thee. Anel certain stars shot madly from their Hel. And I am sick,when I look not on yon. To hear the sea-maid's music. (spheres, Dem. You do impeachf your modesty too Puck.

I remember. [not,) To leave the city, and commit yourself (mach, Obe. That very time I saw, (but thou couldst Into the hands of one that loves you not; Flying between the cold moon and the earth, To trust the opportunity of night, Cupid all arm’d: a certain aim he took And the ill counsel of a desert place, At a fair vestal, throned by the west; With the rich worth of your virginity. And loos’d his love-shaft smartly from his bow, Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that. As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: It is not night, when I do see your face, But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Therefore I think I am not in the night: Quench'd in the chaste beans of the watry Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company; And the imperial voưress passed on (moon; For you, in my respect, are all the world : In maiden meditation, fancy.free *

Then how can it be said, I am alone, Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: When all the world is here to look on me! It fell upon a little western flower,-- Dem. l'il run from thee, and hide me in Before, mijk-white; now purple with love's the brakes, wound,

And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. And maidens call it, love-in.idleness. [once : Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as yon. Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee Run when you will the story shall be chang'd; The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid, Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the clase: Will make or man or woman madly dote The dove pursues the griffin ; the mild hind! Upon the nest live creature that it sees. Makes speed to catch the tiger: Bootless speed' Fetch me this herb : and be thou here again, When cowardice pursues, and valour flies. Ere the leviathan can swim a leagne.

Dem. I will not stay thy questions; let me : Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth Or, if thou follow me, do not believe (go: In forty minutes.

[Eait Puck. But I shall do thee mischief in the wood. Obe.

Having once this juice, Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,

You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius! [field, And drop the liquor of it in her eyes : Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: The next thing then she waking looks upon, We cannot fight for love, as men may do; (Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,

We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,) I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, She shall pursue it with the soul of love. To die upon s the hand I love so well. And ere I take this charm off from her sight,

(Exeunt Dem. and HEL (As I can take it, with another herb,)

Obe. Fare thee well, nymph : ere he do leave I'll make her render up her page to me.

(love.But who comes here? 'I am invisible; Thou shalt fiy him, and he shall seek thy And I will over-hear their conference.

Re-enter Pock. Enter DEMETRIUS, Helena following him. Hast thou the filower there? Welcome, wah:

Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursee me Puck. Ay, there it is. Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia? (not. Obe.

I pray thee, give it me. The one I'll Blay, the other slayeth me. I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Thou told'st me, ihey were stol'n into this wood, Where ox-lipsjį and the podding violet grows; And liere am I, and wood + within this wood, Qnite over-canopied with lush woodbine, Because I cannot meet with Hermia.

With sweet musk roses, and with eglantine: Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, Hel! You draw me, you hard-hearted ada- Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; mant';

And there the snake throws her enamelld skin, But yet you draw rot iron, for my heart Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in : * Exempt from love. + Mad, raving. | Bring in question. By

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