The throstle with his note so true, Queen. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? Bottom sings. [Waking. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, Whose note full many a man doth mark, And dares not answer, nay;— 130 for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry, cuckoo, never so. Queen. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again: Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note, So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; 139 And thy fair virtue's force, perforce doth move me ; On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days: The more the pity, that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek, upon occasion. Queen. Thou art as wise, as thou art beautiful. Bot. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn, E 151 Queen. Queen. Out of this wood do not desire to go; Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit, of no common rate; The summer still doth tend upon my state, And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep: And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.— 160 Pease-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-seed! 1 Fair. Ready. 2 Fair. And I. 3 Fair. And I. Enter four Fairies. 4 Fair. And I: Where shall we go: Queen. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes; With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; 170 1 Fair. Hail, mortal, hail! 2 Fair. Hail! 3 Fair. 3 Fair. Hail! 180 Bot. I cry your worship's mercy heartily.-I beseech, your worship's name. Cob. Cobweb. Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good master Cobweb: If I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you.-Your name, honest gentleman? Pease. Pease-blossom. Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash, your mother, and to master Peascod, your father. Good master Pease-blossom, I shall desire you of more acquaintance too.-Your name, I beseech you, sir. Mus. Mustard-seed. 192 Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your patience well: that same cowardly, giant-like, ox beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house : I promise you your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire you, more acquaintance, good master Mustard-seed. Queen. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower. The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye; And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, Lamenting some enforced chastity. Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. 199 SCENE II. Enter OBERON. Ob. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd; Enter PUCK. 210 Here comes my messenger.-How now, mad spirit? Anon, his Thisby must be answered, 220 And forth my minnock comes: When they him spy, As wild geese, that the creeping fowler eye, So, So, at his sight, away his fellows fly : And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus strong, 230 Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: I led them on in this distracted fear, And left sweet Pyramus translated there: Ob. This falls out better than I could devise. 240 Puck. I took him sleeping,--that is finish'd too,And the Athenian woman by his side; That, when he wak'd, of force she must be cy'd. Enter DEMETRIUS, and HERMIA. Ob. Stand close; this is the same Athenian. Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you sɔ ? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse; For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, And kill me too. 250 |