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So hear the cradle of the fairy queen?
What, a play tow'rd? I'll be an auditor;
An actor too, perhaps, if I fee cause.

Quin. Speak, Pyramus, Thisby; stand forth.
Pyr. Thilby, the flower of odioas favoura [weet.
QUIN. Odours, odours,
Pyr. Odours, Tavours sweet.

So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby, dear;
But hark, a voice! stay thou but here a whit;

And, by and by, I will to thee appear. [Exit Pyramus.
PUCK. A stranger Pyramus than e'er plaid here! (Alide.
This. Must I speak now!

Quin. Ay, marry, must you : for you must understand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again.

T#Is. Most radiant Pyramus; most lilly-white of hue,

Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier,
Most brisklý füveäile, and eke most lovely few,

As true as truest horse, that yet would never tirë,
I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.

Quin. Ninus' tomb, man; why you must not speak that yet: that you answer to Pyramus; , you speak all your part at once, cues and all. Pyramus, enter; your cue is palt; it is, Devet tire."

Re-eater Bottom; with an ass-head.
This. 0, -As true as trueft horse, that yet would

never tite.
Pyr. If I were fair, Thifby, I were only thiné.

QUIN. Ô monstrous ! O ftrange! we are haunted; pray, masters; fly, masters; help! [The clowns exeugt. Puck, I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a reund,

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Through bog, through bush, through brake, through

bryer; Sometimes a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,

A hog, a headless bear, sometimes a fire, And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar and burn, Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. [Exit.

Bot. Why do they run away ? this is a knavery of them to make me afeard.

Enter Snout. SNOUT. O Bottom, thou art chang'd; what do I see on thee?

Bot. What do you see? you see an ass-head of your own, do you?

Enter Quince. Quin. Bless thee, Bottom, bless thee; thou art translated.

Bot. I see their knavery, this is to make an ass of me, to fright me if they can; but I will not stir from this place, do what they can; I will walk up and down here, and I will fing, that they shall hear I am not afraid.

[Sings. The ousel cock so black of hue,

With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,

The wren with little quill.
Queen. What angel wakes me from my flow'ry bed?

(Waking. Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,

The plain-long cuckow gray,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,

And dares not answer nay. For, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird ? who would give a bird the lye, tho' he cry Cuckow never fo?

Queen. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again;
Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note,
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
And thy fair virtue's force (perforce) doth move me,
On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.

Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and lovę keep little company together now-a-days. The more the pity, that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion.

Queen. Thou art as wise, as thou art beautiful.

Bot. Not so neither : but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.

Queen, Out of this wood do not desire to go,
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
I am a spirit of no common rate;
The summer still doth tend upon my state,
And I do love thee; therefore, go with me,
I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee;
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing while thou on pressed fowers doft Neep:
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so,
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
Peafeblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed!


Ester four fairies, I FAIR. Ready. 2 FAIR. And I. 3 Fair. And I.

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3 FAIR. And I : where shall we go.?

QUEEN. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks, and gambal in his eyes;
Feed him with apricpcks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs and mulberries,
The honey-bags, steal from the humble bees,
And for night tapers crop

their waxen-thighs,
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes,
To have my love to bed, and to arise :
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes ;
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesjes.

1 FAIR. Hail, mortal, hail!
2 FAIR. Hail!
3 Fairi Hail!-

Bot. I cry your worship's mercy heartily; I beseech your worship's name.

Col. Cobweb.

Bot. I shall desire of you more acquaintance, good master Cobweb; if I cut my finger, I mall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman.

Pease. Peafebloom.

Bot. I pray you, commend me to Mrs. Squalh your me ther, and to master Peascod your father. Good master Peaseblossom, I shall desire of you more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, Sir.

Mus. Mustardseed.

Bot. Good master Mustardfeed, I know your patience well: that same cowardly giant-like ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house. I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I despre more of your acquaintance, good master Mustardseed,


Queen. Come, wait upon him, lead him to my bower.

The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye; And when she weeps, weep ev'ry little flower,

Tie up my'love's tongue, bring him filently. (Exeunt.


Enter king of fairies,
Oo. I wonder, if Titania be awak’d:
Than what it was that next came in her eye,
Which she must doat on in extremity.

Enter Puck.
Here comes my messenger ! how now mad sprite,
What night-rule now about this haunted grove ?

Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love,
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and Neeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play,
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
The shallow'st thick-skin of that barren sort,
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake;
When I did him at this advantage take,
An ass's now! I fixed on his head;
Anon his Thisby must be answered,
And forth my minnock comes: when they him spy,
As wild geese, that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,

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