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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
To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
And now I have the boy, I will undo
This hateful imperfection of her eyes.
And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
From off the head of this Athenian swain;
That he awaking when the other do,
May all to Athens back again repair;
And think no more of this night's accidents,
But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
But first I will release the fairy queen.
Be, as thou wast wont to be ;

[Touching her eyes with an herb.
See, as thou wast wont to see :
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower

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,
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be.
Now thou and I are new in amity;
And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly,
Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly,
And bless it to all fair posterity:
There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.

Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark;
I do hear the morning lark.

be. Then, my queen, in silence sad,

Trip we after the night's shade :
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wand'ring moon.

Tita. Come, my lord: and in our flight,
Tell me how it came this night,
That I sleeping here was found,
With these mortals, on the ground. (Exeunt.

[Horns sound within. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train.

The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;-
For now our observation is perform'd:
And since we have the vaywardl of the day,
My love shall hear the music of my hounds.
Uncouple in the western valley; go:
Despatch, I say, and find the forester.
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
And mark the musical confusion
Of hourds and echo in conjunction.

Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once,
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear
Such gallant chiding;2 for, besides the groves,
The skies, the fountains, every region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

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.

kind,

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
The rite of May; and, hearing our intent,
Came here in grace of our solemnity.--
But, speak, Egeus; is not this the day
That Hermia should give answer of her choice?

Ege. It is, my lord.
The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with

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;
I beg the law, the law, upon his head. -
They would have stol'n away, they would, Deme.

trius,
Thereby to have defeated you and me :
You, of your wife; and me of my consent ;
Of my consent that she should be your wife.

Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,

of this their purpose hither, to this wood;
And I in fury hither follow'd them;
Fair Helena in fancyl following me..
But, my good lord, I wot not by what power
(But by some power it is,) my love to Hermia,
Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now
As the remembrance of an idle gawd, 2
Which in my childhood I did dote upon :
And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
The object, and the pleasure of mine eye,
Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia:
But, like in sickness, did I loath this food :
But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
Now do I wish it, love it, long for it,
And will for evermore be true to it.

The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
of this discourse we more will hear anon.-
Egeus, I will overbear your will;
For in the temple, by and by with us,
These couples shall eternally be knit.
And, for the morning now is something worn,
Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside. -
Away, with us, to Athens : Three and three,
We'll hold a feast in great solemnity:--
Come, Hippolyta.

* [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.

Dem.

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