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hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my
sweet love? Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music: let us have the tongs and the bones.
Tita. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat.
Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.
Bot. I had rather have a handful, or two, of dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.
Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies, be goue, and be all ways away. So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle, Gently entwist,—the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
[They sleep. Oberon advances. Enter Puck. Obe. Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this
sweet sight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity. For meeting her of late, behind the wood, Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool, I did upbraid her, and fall out with her: For she his hairy temples then had rounded With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers ; And that same dew which sometime on the buds Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, Stood now within the pretty flowrets' eyes, Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail. When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her, And she, in mild terms, begg'd my patience, I then did ask of her her changeling child ;
Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent
[Touching her eyes with an herb.
Hath such force and blessed power. Now, my Titania ; wake you, my sweet queen.
Tita. My Oberon! What visions have I seen! Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass.
Obe. There lies your love.
Tita. How came these things to pass ? 0, how mine eyes do loath his visage now!
Obe. Silence, a while.-Robin, take off this head. Titania, music call; and strike more dead Than common sleep, of all these five the sense.
Tita. Music, ho! music; such as charmeth sleep. Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own
fool's eyes peep. Obe. Sound, music. Still music.] Come, my
queen, take hands with me,
Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark;
be. Then, my queen, in silence sad,
Trip we after the night's shade :
Tita. Come, my lord: and in our flight,
[Horns sound within. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train.
The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;-
Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once,
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan So flew'd, 3 so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never bolla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge, when you hear.—But, soft; what nymphs
are these? (1) Forepart. (2) Sound. (3) The flews are the large chaps of a hound.
Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep And this, Lysander: this Demetrius is; This Helena, old Nedar'Helena : I wonder of their being here together.
The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe
Ege. It is, my lord.
their horns. Horns, and shout wilhin. Demetrius, Lysander,
Hermia, and Helena, wake and start up. The. Good-morrow, friends. St. Valentine is past; Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? Lys. Pardon, my lord.
(He and the rest kneel to Theseus. The:
I pray you all, stand up. I know, you are two rival enemies : How coines this gentle concord in the world, That hatred is so far from jealousy, To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity ?
Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, Half 'sleep, half waking : But as yet, I swear, I can truly say how I came here: But, as I think, (for truly would I speak, And now I do bethink me, so it is ;) I came with Hermia hither; our intent Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might be Without the peril of the Athenian law.
Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough;
Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
of this their purpose hither, to this wood;
The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
* [Exeunt The. Hyp. Ege. and train. Dem. These things seein small, and undis
tinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.
Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted eye, When every thing seems double. Hel.
So methinks : And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, Mine own, and not mine own.
It seems to me That yet we sleep, we dream.-Do not you think, The duke was here, and bid us follow him?
(1) Love. (2) Toy.