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Sickness is catching; 0, were favour so!

Bot. You were best to call them generally, man by
Your's would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; man, according to the scrip.
My ear should cateh your voice, my eye your eye, Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name, which
My tongue should catch your tongne's sweet melody. is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in our inter-
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, lude before the duke and duchess,on his wedding-day
The rest I'll give to be to you translated.

at night.
0, teach me how you look, and with what art

Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart !

treats on; then read the names of the actors; and so
Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. grow to a point.
Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles such Quin. Marry, our play is— The most lamentable co-
skill!

medy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby.
Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a
Hel. 0, that my prayers could such affection move! merry.—Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your ac-
Her. The more I hate, the niore he follows me, tors by the scroll !-Masters, spread yourselves !
Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. Quin. Answer as I call you.-Nick Bottom, the weaver.
Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine.

Bot. Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed. Hel. None, but your beauty; 'would that fault were Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus. mine!

Bot. What is Pyramus ? a lover, or a tyrant?
Her. Take comfort ; he no more shall see my face; Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly for
Lysander and myself will fly this place. -

love.
Before the time I did Lysander see,

Bot. That will ask some tears in the true performing Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:

of it: if I do it, let the audience look to their eyes; I O then, what graces in my love do dwell,

will move storms, I will condole in some measure. To That he hath turn'da heaven into a hell!

the rest:--yet my chief humour is for a tyrant:I could Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: play Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in, to make To-morrow night, wheu Phoebe doth behold

all split. Her silver visage in the wat’ry glass,

“The raging rocks, Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,

“With shivering shocks, (A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,)

“Shall break the locks Through Athens' gates have we devised to steal.

“Of prison-gates : Her. And in the wood, where often you and I

“ And Phibbuscar Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie,

“Shall shine from far, Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet,

“And make and mar
There my Lysander and myself shall meet :

“The foolish fates. »
And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes,
To seek new friends and stranger companies. This was lofty!— Now name the rest of the players ! -
Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us, This is Ercles’ vein, a tyrant's vein ; a lover is more
And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius! -

condoling.
Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.
From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight. Flute. Here, Peter Quince.

[Exit Hermia. Quin. You must take 'Thisby on you.
Lys. I will, my Hermia.-Helena, adieu :

Flute. What is Thisby? a wandering knight?
As you on him, Demetrius dote on you![Exit Lysander. Quin. It is the lady, that Pyramus must love.

Hel. How happy some, o'er other some can be! Flute. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. a beard coming.
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;

Quin. That's all one ; you shall play it in a mask, and
He will not know, what all but he do know,

you may speak as small, as you will. And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,

Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too; So I, admiring of his qualities.

I'll speak in a monstrous little voice; - Thisne, ThisThings base and vile, holding no quantity,

ne, -- Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear ; thy Thisby dear! Love can transpose to form and dignity.

and lady dear!
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus, and, Flute,
And therefore is wingid Cupid painted blind: you Thisby.
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste;

Bot. Well, proceed !
Wings and no eyes, figure unheedy haste:

Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor.
And therefore is Love said to be'a child,

Star. Here, Peter Quince.
Becausein choice he is so oft beguil'd.

Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, mother.—Tom Snont, the tinker.
So the boy Love is perjur'd every where :

Snout. Here, Peter Quince.
For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,

Quin. You, Pyramus's father; myself, Thisby's fa-
He hail'd down oaths, that he was only inine; ther ;-Snug, the joiner, you the lion's part:- and, I
And when this hail some heat from llermia felt, hope, here is a playfitted.
So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did melt. Snug. Have you the lion's part written? pray you, if
I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:

it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.
Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night,

Quin. You may doit extempore, for it is nothing but Pursue her: and for this intelligence,

roaring. If I have thanks, it is a dear expense:

Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will But herein mean I to enrich my pain,

do any man's lieart good to hear me ; I will roar, that I To have his sight thither, and back again. (Exit. will make the duke say, Let him roar again, Let him

SCENE II.-The same. Aroom in a cottage. roar again!
Enter Sxus, BOTTOM, FLUTE, Snout, Quisce, and Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you would
STARVELING.

fright the duchess and the ladies, that they would Quin. Is all our company here?

shriek; and that were enough too hang us all.

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All. That would hang as every mother's son.

And bootless make the breathless housewife churn, Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should fright And sometime make the drink to bear no barm, the ladies out oftheir wits, they would have no more Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm? discretion but to hang us; but I will aggravate my voice Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, 80, that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove; You do their work, and they shall have good luck: I will roar you an’twercany nightingale.

Are not you he? Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus; for Pyra- Puck. Thou speak'st aright; mus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as one shall I am that merry wanderer of the night. seeina summer's day; a most lovely, gentleman-like I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, man ; therefore you must needs play Pyramus. When la fat and bean-fed horse beguile,

Bot. Well, I will undertake it." What beard were I Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: besito play it in?

And sometime lurklin a gossip's bowl, Quin, Why, what you will.

In very likeness of a roasted crab; Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw-coloured And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain Andon her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. beard, or your f'rench-crown-coloured beard, your The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, perfect yellow.

Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Quin. Some of yonr French crowns have no hair at Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, all, and then you will play bare-faced.-But, masters, And tailor cries, and falls into a cough; here are your parts: and I am to entreat you, request. And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe ; you, aní desire you, to con them by to-morrow night; 'And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear, and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the A merrier hour was never wasted there. town, by moonlight; there will we rehearse : for if we But room, Faery, here comes Oberon. meet in the city, we shall be dog'd with company, and Fai. And here my mistress :— 'would that he were our devices huown. In the mean time I will draw a bill gone! of properties, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail

SCENE II.

Enter Oberox, at one door, with his train, and Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse more

Titania, at another, with hers. obscenely, and courageously. Take pains: be per- Obe. Ill met by moon-light, prond Titania! fect; adieu.

Tita. What, jealous Oberon! Fairy, skip hence;
Qun. At the duke's oak we meet.

I have forsworn his bed and company,
Bot. Enough; hold, or cut bow-strings. (Exeunt. Obe. Tarry, rash wanton! Am not (thy lord ?

Tita. Then I must be thy Lady: but I know,

When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,
А ст II, ,

And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
SCENEI.--Awood near Athens.

Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love,
Enter a fairy at one Door, and Puck at another. To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you? Come from the farthest steep of India ?
Fai. Over hill, over dale,

But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Thorongh bush, thorough brier,

Your buskin’d mistress, and your warrior love,
Over parh, over pale,

ToTheseus must be wedded; and you come
Thorough flood, thorough fire,

To give their bed joy and prosperity.
I do wander every where,

Obe. How canst thouthus, for shame, Titania
Swifter than the moone's sphere;

Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
And I serve the fairy queen,

Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?
To dew her orbs upon the green:

Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;

From Perigenia, whom he ravished ?
In their goldcoats spots you see;

And make him with fair Aeglé break his faith,
Those be rubies, fairy favours,

With Ariadne, and Antiopa?
In those freckles live their savours :

Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy:
I must go seek some dew-drops here,

And never, since the middle summer's spring, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

Met we on hill, iu dale, forest, or mead,
Farewell, thou lob of spirits, I'll be gone; By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,

Our queen and all her elves come here anon. Or on the beached margent of the sea,
Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to-night; To dance onrringlets to the whistling wind,
Take heed, the queen come not within his sight! But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,

Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
Becanse that she, as her attendant, hath

As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king;

Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, Shenever had so sweet a changeling:

Have every pelting river made so proud, And jealous Oberon would have the child

That they have overborne their continents:
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild: The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy;

The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn
Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy; Ilath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard:
And now they never meet in grove, or green, The fold stands empty in the drowned field;
By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen, The crows are fatted with the murrain flock;
But they do square; that all their elves, for fear, The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud;
Creep into acorn enps, and hide them there.

And the quaint mazes in the wanton greeu,
Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making quite, l'or lack of tread, are undistinguishable:
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, The human mortals want their winter liere;
Callid Robin Cood-fellow: are you not he,

No night is now with lıymn or carol blest:That fright the maidens of the villagery,

Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the

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Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth
And thorough this distemperature, we see

In forty minutes.

(Lxit Puck. The seasons alter; hoary-headed frosts

Obe. Having once this juice,
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose;

I'll watch Titania, when she is asleep,
And on old Hyems chin, and icy crown,

And drop the liquorofit in her eyes:
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds

The next thing then she waking looks upon,
Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer,

(Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,
The chilling autumn, angry winter, change

On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,)
Their wonted liveries; and the’mazed world, She shall pursue it with the soul of love.
By their increase, now knows not, which is which : And ere I take this charm off from her sight,
And this same progeny of evils comes

(As I can take it, with another herb,)
From our debate, from our dissention ;

I'll make her render up her page to me.-
We are their parents and original.

But who comes here? I am invisible;
Obe. Do you amend it then; it lies in you!

And I will over-hear their conference.
Why shonld Titania cross her Oberon?

Enter Demetriu5, Helena following him.
I do but beg a little changeling boy,

Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not!
To be my benchman.

Whereis Lysander, and fai: Hermia?
Tita. Set your heart at rest,

The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me.
The fairy land buys not the child of me.

Thou told’stme, they were stol'n iuto this wood,
His mother was a vot'ress of my order :

And here am I, and wood within this wood,
And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,

Because I cannot meet with Hermia.
Full often hath she gossip'd by my side,

Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more!
And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands,

Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;
Marking the embarked traders on the flood;

But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, Is true as steel! Leave you your power to draw,
And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind: And I shall have no power to follow you !
Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait,

Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?
(Following her womb, then rich with my young squire,) Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth
Would imitate; and sail upon the land,

Tell you—I do not, nor I cannot love yon ?
To fetch me trifles, and return again,

Hei. And even for that do I love you the more.
As from a voyage, rich with merchandize.

I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;

The more you beat me, I will fawn on you.
And, for her sake, I do rear up the boy;

Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
And, for her sake, I will not part with him.

Neglect me, lose'me; only give me leave,
Obe. How long within this wood intend you stay? Unworthy as I am, to follow you !
Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day ! What worser place can I beg in your love,
If you will patiently dance in our round,

|(And yet a place of high respect with me,)
And see our moon-light revels, go with us ;

Than to be used, as you use your dog?
If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit;
Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. For I am sick, when I do look on thee.
Tita. Not for thy kingdom.-Fairies, away! Hel. And I am sick, when I look not on you.
We shall chide down-right, if I longer stay.

Dem. Yon do impeach your modesty too much,
(Exeunt Titania, andher train. To leave the city, and commit yourself
Obe. Well, go thy way! thou shalt not from this grove, Into the hands of one, that loves you not;
Till I torment thee for this injury. -

To trust the opportunity of night,
My gentle Puck, come hither! Thou remember'st And the ill counsel of a desert place,
Since once I sat upon a promontory,

With the rich worth of your virginity.
Aud heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back,

Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, It is not night, when I do see your face,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song,

Therefore I think I am not in the night:
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,

Nordoth this wood lack worlds of company;
To hear the sea-maid's music.

For you, in my respect, are all the world.
Puck. I remember.

Then how can it be said, I am alone,
Obe. That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not,) When all the world is here to look on me?
Flying between ilie cold moon and the earth,

Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes,
Cupid all arm’d: a certain aim he took

And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.
At a fair vestal, throned by the west;

Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you.
And loos’d his love-shaft smartly from his bow, Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd;
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;
But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft

The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind
Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat’ry moon; Makes speed to catch the tiger. Bootless speed !
And the imperial vot’ress passed on,

When cowardice pursues, and valour flies.
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

Dem. I will not stay thy questions; let me go:
Yet mark'd I, where the boli of Capid fell:

'Or, if thou follow me, do not believe
It fell upon a little western flower,

But I shall do thee mischief in the wood!
Before, milk-white, now purple with love's wound, - Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field,
And maidens call it, love-in-idleness.

You do me mischief. Fye, Demetrius !
Fetch me that flower, the herb I show'd thee once ! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex:
The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid,

Wecannot fight for love, as men may do ;
Will make or man or woman madly dote

We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.
Upon the next live creature that it secs.

I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,
Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again,
Ere the leviathan can swim a league!

To die upon the hand I love so well.

(Exeunt Dem. and Hel.

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Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this

Enter LYSANDER and Hermia. grove,

Lys. 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 zhee, give it me.

For Iupon this bank will rest my head,
Ihnow a bank, whereon the wild thyme blows, Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; 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, take the 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 enamell’d 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 hatef:il fantasies.

So then, two bosoms, and a single troth. Take thou some ofit, and seek through this grove: Then, by your side no bed-room me deny; A sweet Athepian lady is in love

For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;

Iler. 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 Alhenian garments he hath on.

But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy Effect it with some care, that he may prove

Lie further off ; in human modesty
Morefond 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 :

(Exeunt. | Thy lovene'er alter, tillthy sweet life end!
SCENE III.-- Another part of the wood. Lys. Amen, amen to that fair prayer say I;
Enter Titania, with her train,

And then end life, when I end loyalty!
Tita. Come, now a rounded, and a fairy song! Here is my bed: Sleep givethee all his rest!
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence!

Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd!
Sonie, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;

(They sleep. Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings,

Enter Puck.
To make my small elves coats; and some, keep back
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders

Puck. Through the forest have I gone,

But Athenian found I none, At our quaint spirits ! Sing me now asleep;

On whose eyes I might approve
Then to your offices, and let me rest!

This flower's force in stirring love.
SONG.

Night and silence! who is here? 1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue,

Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen ;

This is he, my master said,
Newis, and blind-worms, do no wrong;

Despised the Athenian maid;
Come not near our fairy queen.

And here the maiden, sleeping sound,

On the dank and dirty ground.
Philomel, with melody,

Pretty soul! she durst notlie

Nearthis lack-love, kill-courtesy.
Sing in our sweet lullaby :
Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby:

Charl, upon thy eyes I throw
Never harm, nor spell nor charm,

All the power this charm doth owe:
Come our lovely lady nigh;

When thou wak'st, let love forbid
So, good night, with lullaby.

Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.

So awake, when I am gone;
II.

For Imust now to Oberon.
2 Fai. JVeaving spiders, come not here!
Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence!

Inter Denetrius and Helena, running.
Beetles black, approach not near!

Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius !
Worm, nor snail, do no offence!

Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus!
Hel. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so.

Dem. Stay, on thy peril! I alone will go.
Philomel, with melody, etc.

(Exit Demetrius. 1 Fai. Hence, away! now all is well :

Hel. O, I am ont of breath in this fond chase!
One, aloof, stand centinel.

The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
(Exeunt Fairies. Titania sleeps. For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.

Happyis Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies;
Enter Oberon.

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 presencethns! Pard, or boar with bristled hair,

What wieked and dissembling glass of mine In thy eye that shall appear

Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne?When thon wak'st, it is thy dear;

But who is here?-Lysander! on the ground ! Wake, when some vile thing is near.

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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? 0, 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 killed indced: 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, Gód 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 Ito 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 enough, 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 I thought you lord of more true gentleness.

am no such thing; I am a man as other men are. And O, 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
And 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; Of all 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 doth shine that night. To honour Helen, and to be her knight! (Erit. 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 shinein 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 shull Pyramus

and Thisby whisper. A CT III.

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, Saug, Bottom, FLUTE, Sxout, and

speech, enter into that brake; and so every one accordSTARVELING. Bot. Are we all met?

ing to his cue.

Enter Puck behind. Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swaga place 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 itin action, as we will do it before the duke.

What, a play toward ? I'll be an auditor;
Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom?

An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.
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Bot. Peter Quince,

Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus! Pyr. Thisly, the flowers of odious savours sweet,

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