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Therefore, I think, I am not in the night..
Nor doth this wood lack-worlds of company';
For you in my respect are all the worlde
Then how can it be said, I am alone?
When all the world is here to look on me?
Dem. I'll run from thee and hide me in the brakesp
And leave thee to the 'merey of wild beasts.
Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you;
Run when you will, the story. Thall be changid :-
Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;.
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind.
Makes speed to catch the tyger. Bootless speed!"
When cowardise pursues, and válour flies.
Dem. I will not stay thy questions, let me go's
Or if thou follow me, do not believe,
But I shall do thee mischief in the wood,
Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town; the field,
You do me mischief. Pie, Demetrius,
Your wrongs do seta scandal on my sex: 1
We cannot fight for love, as men may do:
We thou'd be woo’d; and were not made to woo.
I follow thee, and make a heav'n of hell;
To die upon the hand I' love so well:
[Exeunt. Ś C E Ń Ë IV.
OB. Fare thee well, nymph"; ere he doth leave this grove, Thou shalt fiy him; anid kive fall seek thy love. Halt thou the How'r there?' welcome, Wanderer,
Enter Pack. Puck, Ay, there it is,
Oš. I pray thee, give it me;
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where ox-lip and the nodding violet grows,
O'r-canopy'd with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine.
There sleeps Titania, some time of the night,
. Lull'd in these flow'rs with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enamel'd kin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in :
And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,
And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove ;
A sweet Athenian lady is in love
With a disdainful youth; anoint his eyes ;
But do it, when the next thing he espies
May be the lady. Thou shalt know the man,
By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Effect it with some care, that he may prove
More fond of her, than she upon her love;
And, look, you meet me ere the first cock crow.
Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so. (Exe.
Enter Queen of fairies, with her train.
Quren. Come, now a roundel, and a Fairy song :
Then, 'fore the thitd part of a minute, hence ;
Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds,
Some war with rear mice for their leathern wing,
To make my small elves coats ; and some keep back
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep: .
Then to your offices, and let me reft.
You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen ;
Newts and blind worms, do no wrongs
Come not near our fairy queen.
Philomel, with melody,
Sing in your sweet lullaby;,
Lulla, lulla, lullaby ;
Lulla, lulla, lullaby :
Nor spell, nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh ;
So good night with lullaby.
Weaving spiders come not here;
Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence ;
Beetles black, approach not near,
Worm, nor snail, do no offence.
Philomel with melody, &c.
i Fairy, Hence, away; now all is well : One, aloof, stand sentinel.
[Exeunt Fairies. The queen Aleeps."
OB. What thou seest, when thcu doft wake,
Do it for thy true love take:
Love and langujsh for his sake :
Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
In thy eye that shall appear,
When thou wak't, it is thy dear, a
Waké, when fome vile thing is near. (Exit Oberon.
Enter Lysander and Hermia. Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandring in the wood; And, to speak truth, I have forgot our way : We'll rest us, Hermia, if thou think it good, And tarry for the comfort of the day.
Her. Be't so, Lysander ; find you out a bed, For I upon this bank will rest my head.
Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both, One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth,
Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my fake, my dear,
Lye further off yét, do not lye so near.
Lys. O take the sense, sweet, of my innocence;
Love takes the meaning in-lave's conference;
I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit;
So that but one heart can you make of it:
Two bosoms interchanged with an oath;
So then two bosoms and a single troth:
Then, by your side no bed-room me deny;
For lying so, Hermia, I do not lye,
Her. Lysander riddles very prettily;
How much beshrew my manners, and my pride,
If Hermia meant to say, Lysander ly’d.
But, gentle friend, for love and curtefie
Lye further off; in human modesty.
Such separation, as, may well be said,
Becomes a virtuous batchelor and a maid,
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend ;
Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end !
Lys." Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, fayl;
And then end life when I end loyalty !
Here iš my bed seep give thee all his rest!!
Her. With half that with the wisher's eyes be prest!
Pock. Through the forest have' I 'gone,
But Athenian fourid I'none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love :
Night and silence! who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear;
This is he, my master saíd.
Despised the Athenian maid,
And here the maiden sleeping found
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durft not lye
Near to this lack-love kill-curtesie,
Churl, upon thy eyes
All the pow'r this charm doth owe:
When thou wak'st, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid;
So awake, wheq I am gone :
For I must now to Oberon.