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Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as
Quin. Why, what you will.
purple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown. colour beard, your perfect yellow.
Quin. Some of your French crowns have no hair at all, and then you will play bare-faced.-But, masters, here are your parts: and I am to entrent you, request you, and clesire you, to con them by to-morrow night: and meet me in the palace wool, a mile without the town, by moon-light; there will we rehearse : for if we meet in the city, we shall be dogg'd with company, and our devices known. In the mean time I will draw a bill of properties, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not.
Bot. We will meet ; and there we may rehearse more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains; be perfect; adieu.
Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.
АСТ II. SCENE 1.- A wood near Athens. Enter a Fairy
at one door, and Puck at another.
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander every where,
In those freckles live their savours :
Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to-night;
joy: And now they never meet in grove, or green, By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen.3 But they do square ;4 that all their elves, for fear, Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there. Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making
quite, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, Call'd Robin Good-fellow : are you not he, That fright the maidens of the villagery ; Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern,5 And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; And sometime make the drink to bear no barm ; 6 Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm. Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
(1) Circles. (2) A term of contempt. (3) Shining. (4) Quarrel. (5) Mill. (6) Yeast.
You do their work, and they shall have good luck: Are not you he?
Puck. Thou speak’st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal : And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab;' And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me : Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And tailor cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire bold their hips, and loffe ; And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there.But room, Faery, here comes Oberon. Fai. And here my mistress :-'Would that he
were gone! SCENE II.-Enter Oberon, at one door, with his train, and Titania, at another, with hers, Obe. III met by moon-light, proud Titania.
Tita. What, jealous Oberon? Fairy, skip hence; I have forsworn his bed and company.
Obe. Tarry, rash wanton ; Am not I thy lord ?
Tita. Then I must be thy lady : But I know
(1) Wild apple.
Obc. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania, Glance at my credit with Hippolyta, Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ? Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering From Perigenia, whom he ravished ? And make him with fair Æglé break his faith, With Ariadne, and Antiopa?
Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy: And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or on the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea. Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, Have every pelting' river made so proud, That they have overborne their continents:2 The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat ; and the green corn Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard : The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; The nine men's morris3 is fill'd up with mud; And the quaint mazes in the wanton green For lack of tread, are undistinguishable : The human mortals want their winter here; No night is now with hymn or carol blest : Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air, That rheumatic diseases do abound : And thorough this distemperature, we see The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown,
(1) Petty. (2) Banks which contain them. (3) A game played by boys.
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Obe. Do you amend it then; it lies in you.
Set your heart at rest,
: 'squire,) .
Obe. How long within this wood intend you stay?
Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day. If you will patiently dance in our round, And see our moon-light revels, go with us; If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. Tita. Not for thy kingdom.-Fairies, away: (1) Autumn producing flowers unseasonably. (2) Produce. (3) Page.