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Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this
Enter LYSANDER and Hermia. grove,
Iys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood; Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love. And, to speak troth, I have forgot our way; Re-enter Puck.
We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer! And tarry for the comfort of the day. Puck. Ay, there it is.
Her. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed, Obe. I pray thee, give it me.
For Iupon this bank will rest my head. Ikvow a bank, whereon the wild thyme blows, Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; Where ox-lips and the nodding violet
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine,
Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine :
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, Lys. O, takethe sense, sweet, of my innocence; Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; Love takes the meaning, in love's conference. And there the snake throws her enamellid skin, I mean, that my heart unto your's is knit; Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in :
So that but one heart we can make of it: And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,
Two bosoms interchained with an oath ; And make her full of hateful fantasies.
So then, two bosoms, and a single troth. Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: Then, by your side no bed-room me deny; A sweet Athenian lady is in love
For, lying so, Bermia, I do not lie. With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;
Her. Lysander riddles very prettily.But do it, when the next thing he espies
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, May be the lady: thou shalt know the man
If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied. By the Athenian garments he hath on.
But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy Eilect it with some care, that he may prove
Lie further off ; in human modesty More fond on her, than she upon her love:
Such separation, as, may well be said, And look, thou meet me ere the first cock crow! Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid : Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so. So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend :
[Lxeunt. Thy love ne'er alter, tillthy sweet life end!
And then end life, when I end loyalty!
Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press’d! Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;
[They sleep. Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings,
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and silence! who is here? 1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue,
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Nearthis lack-love, kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe:
When thou wak'st, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.
So awake, when I am gone;
[Erit. 2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here!
Enter Demetrius and Helena, running.
Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius!
Dem. I charge thee, hence,and do not haunt me thus! Worm, nor snail, do no offence!
Hel. 0, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so.
Dem. Stay, on thy peril! I alone will go.
Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase! 1 Fai. Hence, away! now all is well : One, aloof, stand centinel.
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies;
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears: Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.
(Squeezes the flower on Titania's eye-lids. No, no, I am as ugly as a bear; Do it for thy true love take;
For beasts that meet me, run away for fear: Love, and languish for his sake:
Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius ! Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
Do, as a monster, fly my presencethus! Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
What wicked and dissembling glass of mine In thy eye that shall appear
Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne?-When thou wak'st, it is thy dear;
But who is here?-Lysander! on the ground ! Wake, when some vile thing is near. (Exit. Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound :
Lysander, if you live, good sir, awakel !
| and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus Lys. And run through fire I will
, for thy sweet sake, must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies
(Waking. cannot abide. How answer you that? Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art,
Snout. By’rlakin, a parlous fear. That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Ster. I believe, we must leave the killing out, when Where is Demetrius? o, how fit a word
all is done. Is that vile name, to perish on my sword !
Bot. Not a whit: I have a device to make all well. Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so! Write me a prologue: and let the prologue seem to say, What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what we will do no harm with our swords; and that Pyrathough?
mus is not killedindced: and, for the more better asYet Hermia still loves you: then be content ! surance, tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, Lys. Content with Hermia ? No! I do repent but Bottom the weaver. This will put them out of fear. The tedious minutes I with her have spent,
Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and it Not Hermia, but Helena I love:
shall be written in eight and six. Who will not change a raven for a dove?
Bot. No, makeittwo more; let it be written in eight The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
and eight. And reason says, you are the worthier maid.
Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion ? Things growing are not ripe until their season: Star. I fear it, I promise you. So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason; Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves : And touching now the point of human skill, to bring in, God shield us! a lion among ladies, is a Reason becomes the marshall to my will,
most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook
wild-fowl than your lion, living; and we ought to look Love's stories, written in love's richest book.
to it. Hel. Wherefore was (to this keen mockery born? Snout. Therefore another prologue must tell, he is When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn? not a lion. Is't not enough, is't not enoughi, young man,
Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his face That I did never, no, nor never can,
must be seen through the lion's neck; and he himself Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius'eye,
must speak through, saying thus, or to the same But you must flout my insufficiency?
defect: Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish you, or, Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, I would request you, or, I would entreat you, not to In such disdainful manner me to woo.
fear, not to tremble; my life for yours. If you think But fare you well: perforce I must confess,
I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life: no, ! I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
am no such thing; I am a man as other men are. And 0, that a lady, of one man refus’d,
there, indeed, let him name his name; and tell them Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! [Exit. plainly, he is Snug the joiner.
Lys.She sees not Hermia:-Hermia,sleep thou there; Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard Aud never may’st thou come Lysander near!
things; that is, to bring the moon-light into a chamber: For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
for you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moonThe deepest luathing to the stomach brings;
light. Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we play our Are hated most of those, they did deceive;
play? So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,
Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the almanack; Ofall be hated; but the most of me!
find out moon-shine, find out moon-shine! And all my powers, address your love and might, Quin. Yes, it dotlı shine that night. To honour Helen, and to be her knight! [Exit. Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of the Her. [Starting.) Help me, Lysander, help me! do great chamber window, where we play, open; and the thy best,
moon may shine in at the casement. To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of Ah me, for pity !-what a dream was here!
thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he comes to disfigure, Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear!
or to present, the person of moon-shine. Then, there Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
is another thing: we must have a wall in the great And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :
chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby, says the story, did Lysander! what, remov'd? Lysander! lord ! talk through the chink of a wall. What, ont of hearing ? gone? no sound, no word ? Snug. You never can bring in a wall.—What say Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear; Speak, of all loves ; I swoon almost with fear!
Bot. Some man or other must present wall: and let No?—then I well perceive you are not nigh:
him have some plaster, or some lome, or some Either death, or you, I'll find immediately. [Exit. rough-cast about him, to signify wall; or let him hold
his fingers thus,and through that cranny shall Pyramus А ст III.
and Thisby whisper.
Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit SCENE I.—The same. The Queen of Fairies lying down, every mother's son, and rehearse your parts ! asleep.
Pyramus, you begin: when you have spoken your Enter Quince, SxUG, BUTTOm, Flute, Scout, and speech,enter into that brake; and so every one accordSTARVELING.
ing to his cue. Bot. Are we all met?
Enter Puck behind. Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swagplace for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our gering here, stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring house; and we So near the cradle of the fairy queen ? will do it in action, as we will do it before the duke. What, a play toward ? I'll be an auditor; Bot. Peter Quince,
An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause. Quin. What say'stthon, bully Bottom?
Quin. Speak, Pyramus !—Thisby, stand forth! Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet,
Quin. Odoors, odours !
them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion. Pyr. - - odours savours sweet;
Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful, So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear. Bot. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get But, hark, a voice! stay thou but here a while, out ofthis wood, I have enough to serve minc own turn. And by and by I will to thee appear. [Exit. Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go; Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here! Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
[åside.—Exit. I am a spirit, of no common rate; This. Must I speak now?
The summer still doth tend upon my state, Quin. Ay, marry, must you: for you must under- And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; stand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee; to come again.
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, And I will purge thy mortal grossness so,
Peas-blossom ! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-seed! I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.
Enter four Fairies. Quin. Ninus tomb, man! Why, you must not speak 1 Fai. Ready. that yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you speak all
2 Fai. And I. your part at once, cues and all. Pyramus, enter; your 3 Fai. And I. cueis past; it is, never tire.
4 Fai. Where shall we go? Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass's head. Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; This. 0,- As true as truest horse, that yet would Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes; never tire.
Feed him with apricocks, and dewberries, Pyr. If I were
fair, Thisby, I were only thine :-- With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; Quin. O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. The honey bags steal from the humble-bees, Pray, masters! fly, masters ! help! [Exeunt Clowns. And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs, Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about around, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, Through bog, through bush, through brake, through To have my love to bed, and to arise ; brier;
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,
To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes:
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies !
Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery of 3 Fai. Hail!
4 Fai. Hail! Re-enter Sxout.
Bot. I cry your worships mercy, heartily. - I beSnout. O, Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see
seech, your worship's name.
Cob. Cobweb. on thee? Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's head of your master Cobweb. Ifi cut my finger, I shall make bold
Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good own; do you?
with you.—Your name, honest gentleman ? Re-enter Quince.
Peas. Peas-blossom. Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art trans Bot. I pray you, commend me to Mrs Squash, your lated.
[Exit. mother, and to master Peas-cod, your father. Good Bot. I see their knavery: this is to ake an ass of me; master Peas-blossom, I shall desire you of more acto fright me, if they could. But I will not stir from quaintance too.—Your name, I beseech you,
sir? this place, do what they can: I will walk up and down Mus. Mustard-seed. here, and I will sing, that they shall hear I am not Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your paafraid.
[Sings. tience well: that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef
hath devoured many a gentleman of your house: I proThe ousel-cock, so black of hue, With orange tawney bill,
mise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere The throstle with his note so truc,
I desire you more acquaintance, good master
Tita. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower! Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye;
[Waking. And when she weeps, weeps every little ilower, Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently.[Exeunt.
SCENE II.—Another part of the wood.
Enter OBEROX. for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird? Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd; who would give a bird the lie, though he cry cuckoo Then, what it was that next came in her eye, never so?
Which she must dote on in extremity. Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again!
Enter Puck. Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note,
Here comes my messenger. — Ilow now, mad spirit, So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
What night-rulenow about this haunted grove?
Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little rea-While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein: The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake;
For debt, that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; When I did him at this advantage take,
Which now, in some slight measure it will pay, An ass's nowlI fixed on his head;
If for his tender here I make some stay. (Lies down. Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,
Obe.What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite, And forth my mimic comes: when they him spy, Andlaid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Ofthy misprision must perforce ensue Or russet-pated chonghs, many in sort,
Some true-love turn’d, and not a false turn'd true. Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holding Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky:
troth, So, at his sight, away his fellows fly;
A million fail, confounding oath on oath. And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. And Helena of Athens look thou find : Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer strong,
With sighs of love, that cost thefresh blood dear: Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: By some illusion see thou bring her here: For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;
l'il charm his eyes, against she do appear. Some, sleeves; some, hats; from yielders all things Puck. I go, 1 go, ; look, how I go; I led them on in this distracted fear,
catch. Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. [Exit. And left sweet Pyramus translated there:
Obe. Flower of this purple die, When in that moment (so it came to pass,)
Hit with Cupid's archery, Titania wak’d, and straightway lov’d an ass.
Sink in apple of his eye! Obe. This falls out better than I could devise.
When his love he doth espy, But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes
Let her shineas gloriously, With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?
As the l'enus of the sky.Puck. I took him sleeping, – that is finish'd too,
When thou wak’st, if she be by, And the Athenian woman by his side;
Bey of her for remedy.
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand; Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man.
And the youth, mistook by me, Dem. (), why rebuke you him that loves you so ?
Pleading for a lover's fee: Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
Shall we their fond pageant see? Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse;
Lord, what fools these mortals be! For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse.
Obe. Stand aside: the noise, they make, If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,
Will cause Demetrius to awake. Being o'er shoes in blood, plange in the deep,
Puck. Then willtwo at once woo one; And kill me too.
That must needs be sport alone; The sun was not so true unto the day,
And those things do best please me, As he to me: would he have stol'n away
That befal preposterously. From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon,
Enter LYSANDER and HELENA. This whole carth may be bor'd, and that the moon Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo in May through the center creep, and so displease
scorn? Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes.
Scorn and derision never come in tears : It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him;
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears.
Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
Hel. You do advance your cunning more and more. As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.
When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! Her. What's this to my Lysander? Where is he? These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh: Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds. Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'st me past the Will even weigh: and doth as light, as tales. bounds
Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then? llel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o’er. Henceforth be never number'd among men!
Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. 0! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake; Dem. [Awaking.]0, Helen, goddess, nymph, perDurst thou have look'd upon him, being awake,
fect, divine! And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
Crystal is muddy: 0, how ripe in show An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! Thanthine, thou serpent, never adder stung. That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow,
Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood : Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow,
When thou hold'st up thy hand: 0, let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss !
If you were civil, and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury. See me no more, whether he be dead or no. (Exit. Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join, in souls, to mock me too? Though I alone do feel the injury.
Her. I am amazed at your passionate words:
I scorn you not; it seems, that you scorn me. To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. To follow me, and praise my eyes and face? You both are rivals, and love Hermia;
And made your other love, Demetrius, And now both rivals, to mock Helena:
(Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,) A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,
To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eye's,
Precious, celestial ? Wherefore speaks he this With your derision! none, of noble sort,
To her he hates ? and wherefore doth Lysander
Deny your love, so rich within his soul,
But miserable most, to love unlov'd ?
This you should pity, rather than despite.
Her. Iunderstand not what you mean by this.
Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up:
If you have any pity, grace, or manners, There to remain.
You would not make me such an argument. Lys. Helen, it is not so.
But, fare ye well: 'tis partly mine own fault;
Lys. Stay, gentle Helena, hear my excuse;
Hel. O excellent!
takes, Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel. The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
Ly's. Thou canst compel no more, than she entreat; Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
Thy threats have no more strength, than her weak It pays the hearing double recompense:
prayers. Thoa art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do; Mine
ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound. I swear by that, which I will lose for thee, But why unkindly didst thou leave me so ?
To prove him false, that says I love thee not. Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press Dem. I say, I love thee more, than he can do. to go?
Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too.
Lys. Away, you Ethiop!
Dem. No, no, sir;-he will
But yet come not! You are a tame man, go!
Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change is Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid !
this, Have you conspir’d, have you with these contriv'd Sweet love? To bait me with this foul derision?
Lys. Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, out!
Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence!
Hel. Yes, sooth; and so do you.
Dys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? Dem. I would, I had your bond; for I perceive, We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
A weak bond holds you; I'll not trust your word. Have with our neelds created both one flower,
Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
dead ? Both warbling of one song, both in one key;
Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.
Am not I Hermia ? Are not you Lysander?
I am as fair now, as I was erewhile.
Since night you lov'd me; yet, since night you left me:
In earnest, shall I say?
Lys. Ay, by my life ;
And never did desire to see thee more.
Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis ro jest,
That I do hate thee, and love Helena.