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Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the alma-l Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery nac; find out moon-shine, find out moon-shine. of them, to make me afeard.* Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.

Re-enter Snout. Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of the great chamber window, where we play, open ; Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed ! what do I and the moon may shine in at the casement. see on thee?

Quin. Ay; or else onc must come in with a bush Bot. What do you see ? you sce an ass's head of thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he comes to dis- of your own; Do you? figure, or to present, the person of moon-shine.

Re-enter Quince. Then there is another Lhing: we must have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby, Quin. Bless thea, Bottom ! bless thee! thou art says the story, did talk through the chinks of a wall. translated.

(Exit. Snur. You never can bring in a wall.-What Bot. I see their knavery : this is to make an ass say you, Bottom ?

of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not Bol. Somo man or other must present wall: and stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk let him bave some plaster, or some loam, or some up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall rough-cast about him, to signify wall; or let him hear I am not afraid.

[Sings. hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall

The ousel-cock, so black of hne, Pyramus and Thisby whisper.

With orange-tawny bill, Quin. If that may be, then all is well: Come,

The throstle with his note so true, sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your

The wren with little quill; parts. Pyramus, you begin: when you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake,' and so every

Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? one according to his cue.

(Waking. Enter Puck behind.

Bot. The finch, the sparrory, and the lark,

The plain-song cuckoos gray, Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swag-) Whose

note full many a man doth mark, gering here,

And dares not answer, nay ;-
So near the cradle of the fairy queen ?
What, a play toward? I'll be an auditor ;

Cor, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish & An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.

bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he Quin. Speak, Pyramus :- Thisby, stand forth. cry, cuckoo, never so ? Pyr. Thisby, the powers of odious savours

Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again : sweet,

Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note,
Quin. Odours, odours.

So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
Pyr.
-Odours savours sweet :

And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me, So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.

On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. Bul, hark, a voice ! stay thou but here a while,

Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little And by and by I will to thee appear.

[Erit. reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here and love keep little company together now-a-days:

(Aside.-Exit. the more the pity, that some honest neighbours will This. Must I speak now?

not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek,a upon Quin. Ay, marry, must you: for you must un

occasion. derstand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. and is to come again.

Bot. Not so, neither : but if I had wit enough to This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white or get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine hue,

own turn. Of colour like the red-rose on triumphant brier, Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt

or no.

Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go; Most briskly juvenal, and eke most lovely Jer,

As true as truest horse, thal yet would never lire, Lam a spirit, of no common rate ; rul meet thee, Pyramus, al Ninny's tomb.

The summer still doth tend upon my state, Quin. Ninus tomb, man: why you must not And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee; speak all your part at once, cues and all.–Pyra. And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep: mas enter'; your cue is past ; it is, never tire.

And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep:

And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, Re-enter Puck, and Bottom toith an ass's head. That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. This. 0,-As true as truest horse, that yet would Poas-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-seed! never lire.

Enter four Fairies. Byr, If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine :

Quin. O monstrous ! O strange! we are haunted. 1 Fai. Ready Pray, raasters! Nly, masters ! help! (Zre. Clowns. 2 Fai,

And I. Priek. I'll follow you, I'll lcad you about a round, 3 Fai.

And I. Through bog, through bush, through brake, through 4 Fai.

Where shall we go? brier;

Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;

A hog, a beardless bear, sometime a fire; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,"
And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ;
Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fre, at every turn. The honey bags steal from the humble-bees,

(Exit. And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs,

And light them at the ficry glow-worm's eyes, (1) Thicket. (2) Young man. 13) The last words of the preceding speech, (4) Afraid. (5) The cuckoo, with his uniform note, which serve as a hint to him who is to speak next.6) Joke. (7) Gooseberries,

you, sir ?

To hate my love to bed, and to arise:

11 led them on in this distracted fint And pluck the wings from painted bulicrfier, And lett oweet Pyramus translated thert: To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes : When in that moment (80 il came to pass) Nod to him, elves, and do liim courtesics. |Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'dan aes. 1 Fai. Hail, murtal!

Obr. This falls out better than I could devic 2 Fai. Hail?

But hast thou yet latch'd' the Athenian's eyes 3 Fai. Hail !

With the love-juice, as I did bid thec do? 4 Fai. Hail!

Puck. I took him sleeping, that is Inish'd lonBot. I cry your worship's mercy, heartily.—1 And the Athenian woman by his elde ; beseech, your worship's name.

That, when he wak’d, of force she must be ey'd. Cob. Cobweb.

Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, Enter Demetrius and Hermia. good master Cobweb : il' I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman? Obe. Stand closc; this is the same Athenian. Peas, Peas-blossom.

Puck. This is the woman, but not this thr mir. Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash, Dem. O why rebuke you him that loves you so ! your mother, and to master Peascod, your father. Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire of you

Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee more acquaintance too.—Your name, I bescech

worsc;

For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to rurse. Mus. Mustard-sced.

Ifihou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, patience well: that same cowardly, giant-like ox- And kill me too. beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your The sun was not so true unto the day, house: I promise you, your kindred hath made my As he to me: Would he have stol'n away eyes water ere now. I desire you more acquaint- From sleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon, ance, good master Mustard-seed.

This whole earth may be bord; and that the moon T'ila. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my May through the ccntre ererp, and so displease bower.

Her brother's noon-lide with ihe Antipodes. The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him ; And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,

So should a murderer look; so dead, so grim. Lamenting some enforced chastity.

Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently.

should I, (Exeunt. Pierc'd through the heart with your stern eruelty:

Yet you, the murderer, look us bright, as clear, SCENE II.-Another part of the wood. Enter As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. Oberon.

Mer. What's this to my Lysander ? Wbere is he? Obe. I wonder if Titania be awak'd ;

Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? Then, what it was that next came in her eye,

Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hoods. Which she must dote on in extremity.

Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'st me put

the bounds Enter Puck.

or maiden's paticnce. Hast thou slain him then! Here comes my messenger. -How now, mad spirit? Henceforth be never number'd among men! What night-rule' now about this haunted grove ? 0! once tell true', tell true, cten for my sake :

Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love. Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, Near to her close and consecrated bower, And hast thou kill'd him siceping O bare touch ;' While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, Could not a worin, an adder, do so much? A crew of patches,a rude mechanicals,

An adder did it: tor with a doubler tongue That work for breud upon Athenian stalls, Thin thine, thou serpent, never adder stunr. Were met together to rehearse a plav,

Dem. You spend your passion on a nusprisid Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.

mood : The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Who Pyramus presented, in their sport

Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake:

Iler. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. When I did him at this advantage take,

Dem. And if I could, what should I get there An ass's nowl* I fixed on his head;

fore? Anon, his Thisbe inust be answered,

Her. A privilege, never to see me more.And forth my mimics comes: when they him spy, And from thy hated presence part 1 80: As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, See me no more, whether he be dead or no. [Enh Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,

Dem. There is no following her in this bree Rising and cawing at the gun's report

vein: Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky; IIcre, therefore, for a while I will remain, So, at his sight, away his fellows fly:

So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow And, at our stamp, hicre o'er and o'er one falls; For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. Which now, in some slight measure it will pay, Their sense, thus wcak, lost with their fears, thus If for his tender here I make some stay. strong,

(lies dan Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: Obe. What hast thou done ? thou hast mialako For briers and thorns at their apparel spatch;

quile, Some, sleeves ; some, hats : from yielders all things And laid the love-juice on some true-love's siglah: catchi

Orthy misprision must perforce ensue

Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turti'd true (1) Revelry. (2) Simple fellows. (9) Stupid company. (4) Hcad. (5) Actor, (6) Infected. (7) Exploit. (8) Mistaken

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Puck. Then fate o’er-rules; that one man hold-When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. ing troth,

You both are rivals, and love Hermia ; A million fail, confounding oath on oath. And now both rivals, to mock Helena :

05e. About the wood go swister than the wind, A trim exploit, a manly enterprise, And Hclena of Athens look thou find :

To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes: All fancy-sick' she is, and pale of chcer?

With your derision! none, of noble sort, With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear : Would so oftend a virgin; and extort By some illusion see thou bring her here; A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. l'll charın his eyes, against she do appear.

Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so ; Puck, I go, 1 gó; look, how I go;

For you love Hermia; this, you know, I know: Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. (Exit. And here, with all good will, with all my heart, Obe. Flower of this purple dyc,

In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;
Hit with Cupid's archery,

And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Sink in apple of his eye!

Whom I do love, and will do to my death.
When his love he doth espy,

Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breathe
Let her shinc as gloriously

Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will nono :
As the Venus of the sky,

Ire'er I lovd her, all that love is gone.
When thou wak’st, if she be by,

My heart with her, but as guestwise, sojourn'd;
Beg of her for remedy.

And now to Helena is it home return'd,"

There to remain.
Re-enter Puch

Lys.

Helen, it is not so.
Pack. Captain of our fai, v band,

Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know,
Helena is here at hand;

Lest, to thy perif, thou aby it dear..
And the youth, mistook by ne,'

Look, where thy love comes ; yonder is thy dear.
Pleading for a lover's fee;

Enter Hermia.
Shall we their fond pagean' see?
Lord, what fools these inor als be!

Her, Dark night, that from the eye his function
Obe. Stand aside : the noise they make,

takes,
Will cause Demetrius to a vake.

The car more quick of apprehension makes ;
Puck. Then will two at ouce, woo one ;

Wherein it doth impair the sceing sense,
That must needs be sport alone;

It pays the hearing double recompense :--
Aind those things do best please me,

Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found ;
That befal preposterously.

Mine car, I thank it, brought me to thy sound.

But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?
Enter Lysander and Hclcna.

Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press
Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo to go?
in scorn ?

Her. What love could press Lysander from my Scorn and derision never come in tears :

side? Look, when I vow, I wcep; and vows so born, Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him In their nativity all truth appears.

'Dide, How can incse things in me seem scorn to you, Fair Helena ; who more engilds the night Bearing the badze of faith, to prove them true? Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light. Hel. You do advance your cunning more and Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee

know, When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! The hate I bear thce made me leave thee so? These vows are Hermia's; Will you give her o'er ? Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be.

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh: Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy! Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, Now I perceive they have conjoin’d, all three, Will even weigh; and both as light as tales. To fashion this faluc sport in spite of ine.

Lys. I had no judgment, when to lier I swore. Injurio 13 Ilermia! most ungrateful maid ! Hd. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her Have you conspir’d!, have you with these contrir'd o'er.

To bait me with this foul derision? Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. Is all the couse that we two have shar'd, Dem. (.Awaking.) O Helen, goddess, nymph, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, perfect, divine!

When we have chid the hasty-footed time To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ? For parling u8,--(, and is all forgut? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show

All school-day's' friendship, childhood innocence ? Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! We, Hermia, like two artificial gous, That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, Have with our neeldis created both one flower, Tann'd with the eastern winu, turns to a crow, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, When thou hold'st up thy hand: 0 let me kiss Both warbliug of one song, both in one key; This princess of pure white, this scal of bliss ! As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,

Hel. O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent Had been incorporale. So we grew together, To set against me for your merriment,

Like to a double cherry, seeming parted; If you were civil, and knew courtesy,

But yet a union in partition, You would not do me thus much injury.

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem:
Can you not hate mnc, as I know you do,

So, with two sceming bodies, but one heart;
But you must join, in souls,' to mock me too? Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
If you were men, as men you are in show, Due but to one, and crown'd with one crest.
You would not use a gentle lady so;

And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, To join with men in scorning your poor friend ?

It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly: (1) Love-sick.

(2) Countenance. (3) Heartily.

(4) Degree. (5) Pay dearly for it. (6) Circles. (7) Ingenious. (8) Needles

more.

Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it : Why, then you left me,-0, the gods forbid !Though I alone do feel the injury:

In earnest, shall I say? Her. I am amaz'd at your passionate words: Lys.

Ay, by my life; I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me. And never did desire to see thee more.

Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt, To follow me, and praise my eyes and face? Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jesi, And made your other love, Demetrius,

That I do hate thee, and love Helena. (Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,) Her. O me! you jussler! you canker-blossom!' To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, You thict of love! what, have you come by night Precious, celestial ? Wherefore speaks he this And stol'n my love's heart from him? To her he hates ? and wherefore doth Lysander Hel.

Fine, i'faith! Deny your love, so rich within his soul,

Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, And tender me, forsooth, affection ;

No touch of bashfulness? What, will you lear But by your setting on, by your consent ? Impatient answe s from my gentle tongue ? What though I be not so in grace as you, Fie, lie! you counterfeit, you puppet you! So hung upon with love, so fortunate;

Her. Puppet! why so? Ay, that way goes the But miserable most, to love unlov'd ?

same. This you should pity, rather than despise. Now I perceive that she hath made compare

Her. I understand not what you mean by this. Between our statures, she hath ury'd her height; Hel. Ay, do perséver, counterfeit sad looks, And with her personage, her tall personage, Make mows' upon me when I turn my back; Her height, forsov 11, she hath prevail'd with him.Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up; And are you grown so high in his esteem, This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. Because I am so dwarfish, and so low? If you have any pity, grace, or manners,

How low am I, th..u painted maypole ? speak; You would not make me such an argument. How low am I? I am not yet so low, But, fare ye well: 'lis partly mine own fault; But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes, Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy. Hel. I pray you, nough you mock me, gentlemen, Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excusc;

Let her not hurt m:: P was never curst;' My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!

have no gilt at ai in shrewishness; Hel. O excellent!

I am a right maid iur my cowardice; Her.

Sweet, do not scorn her so. Let her not strike inc: You, perhaps, may think, Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel. Because she's something lower than myself, Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she en- That I can match her. trcat ;

Her.

Lower! hark, again. Thy threats have no more strength, than her weak Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bilier with me. prayers.

I evermore did love you, Ilermia, Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do ;

Did ever kecp your counsels, never wrong'd you; I swear by that which I will lose for thee, Save, that in love unto Demetrius, To prove him false, that says I love thee not. I told him of your stealth unto this wood: Dem. I say, I love thee more than he can do. He follow'd you; for love, I follow'd him. Lys. If thoni say so, withdraw, and prove it too. But he hath chid me hence; and threaten’d me Dem. Quick, come,

To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too: Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this ? And now, so you will let me quiet go, Lys. Away, you Ethiop!

To Athens will I bear my folly back, Dem.

No, no, sir :-he will And follow you no further: Let me go: Seem to break loose; tahe on, as you would follow; You sce how simple and how fondo I am. But yet come not: You are a tame man, go! Her. Why, get you gone: Who is't that hinders Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr: vile thing, let loose ;

Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent. Her. What, with Lysander ? Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change Hel.

With Demetrius. is this,

Lys. Be not afraid : she shall not harm thee, Sweet love?

Helena. Lys.

Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, out! Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you take Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence! Her. Do you not jest?

Hel. O, when she's angry, she is keen and Hel. Yes, 'sooth; and so do you.

shrewd: Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. She was a visen, when she went to school;

Dem. I would, I had your bond; for, I perceive, And, though she be but little, she is fierce. A weak hond holds you; I'll not trust your word. Her. Little again ? nothing but low and little ? Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill Why will you suffer her to fout me thus ? her dead?

Let me come to her. Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.

Lys.

Get you gone, you dwarl; Her. What, can you do mc greater harm, than You minimus, of hind'ring knot-grass made; hate ?

You bead, you acorn.
Hate me! wherefore ? O me! what news, my love? Dem.

You are too oflicious,
Am not I Hermia ? Are not you Lysander ? In her behalf that scorns your services.
I am as fair now, as I was crewhile.

Let her alone; speak not of Helena ;
Since night, you lov'd me; yet, since night you Take not hier part: for if thou dost intends
left me:

Never so little show of love to her, (1) Wry faces.

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Here comes onc.
Lys.
Now she holds mc not;

Enter Lysandcr.
Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose right,
Or thine or mine, is most in Helena.

Lijs. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak
Dem. Follow ? nay, I'll go with thee, chcek by

thou now. jole.

[Ereunt Lys, and Dem. Puck. Here, villain ; drawn and ready. Where Her. You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you:

art thou?
Nay, go not back.

Lys. I will be with thce straight.
Ail.
I will not trust you, I;

Puck.

Follow me then
Nor longer stay in your curst company.

To plainer ground.
Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray;

[Exil Lys. as following the voice. My legs arc longer though, to run away. (Eril.

Enler Demetrius. ller. I am amaz'd, and know not what to say.

Demi.
(Ezil, pursuing Helena.

Lysarder! speak again.
Obe. This is thy ncgligence : still thou inistak’st, Thou runaway, thou coward, ürt thou fied?
Or else commit'sťthy kraverics wilfully: Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy
Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook.

head?
Did not you tell me, I should know the man

Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging lo the By the Athenian garments hc had on?

stars, And so far blameless proves my enterprise,

Telling the buslics that tl:ou look'st for wars,
That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes :

And wilt not come ? Comc, recreant; come, thou
And so far am I glad it so did sort,'
As this thcir jangling I esteem a sport,

I'll whip tice with a rod: IIc is dchild
Obe. Thou secst, these lovers seek a placeto fight: That draws a sword on thec.
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;

Dem.

Yea; art thou there? The starry welkin cover thou anon

Puch. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood With drooping fog, as black as Acheron :

here.

(Exeunt. And lead these testy rivals so astray,

Ric-enter Lysander.
As one come not within another's way.
Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,

Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on; Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;

When I come where he calls, then he is gone.

The villain is much lighter hcel'd than I: And sometiine rail thoiu like Demetrius;

I follow'd fast, but faster he did ily; And from each other look thou lead them thus, That fallen am I in dark ineven way, Till c'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep

And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day! With leaden legs and batly wings doth creep: Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye;

[Lies down.

For it but once thou show me thy gray light, Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. (Sleeps. To take from thence all crror, with his might, And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight.

Re-enter Puck and Dernetrius. When they neri wake, all this derision

Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho! Coward, why com’st Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision;

thou not? And back to Athens shall the lovers wend," With league, whose date till death, shall never end. Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place;

Dem. Abide me, if thon darst; for well I wot, Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,

And dar’st not stand, nor look ine in the face. I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy ;

Where art thou ? And then I will her charmed cve release

Puck.

Come hither; I am here. From monster'3 view, and all things shall be peace.

Dem. Nay, then thou mock'stine. Thou shalt Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with

buy this dear, haste;

If ever I thy face by day-light sce: For night's swist dragons cut the clouds full fast, Now, go thy way. Faintness cosstraineth me And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;

To measure out my length on this cold bed.-At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and

By day's approach look to be visited. thcre,

(Lies down and sleeps. Troop home to church-yards : damned spirits all, That in cross-ways and foods have burial,

Enter Helena. Alieady to their wormy beds arc cone;

Hel. O weary nighi, ( long and icclious night, For Icar lest day should look their shames upon, Abate thiy hours: shine, comforts, from the east; They wilfully themselves exilc from light, That I may bark 10 Athens, liv day-light, And must for ayc consort with black-brow'd night. From these that my poor company deiest:

Obe. But we are spirits of another sort; And, sleep, that sometimce skits up sorrow's cyc, I with the Morning's Love' have oft made sport; Steal me in while from min own company. [Sleeps. And, like a forester, the groves may tread,

Puck. Yct but thre:? Curc one more; Even to the castern gate, all fiery red,

Two of both kinds naling up four.
Upening on Nepture with fair blessed bcams, Here she comes, custand:ad:-
Turns into vellow gold his salt-green streams. Cupid is a knavish lid,
But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay: Thus to make poor anales rad.
We may effect this business yet ere day.

[Exit Oberon.

Enter IIermia.
Puck. Up and down, up and down; Her. Never so weary, never so in wo,
I will lead them up and down:

Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers,
I am fear'd in field and town;

I can no further crawl, no further go;
Goblin, lead them up and down.

My legs can keep no pace with my desires. (1) Happen. (2) Medicinal efficacy. (3) Go. (4) Cephalus, the paramour of Aurora.

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