Lyf. Get you gone you dwarfe, You minimus, of hindring knot graffe made, Dem. You are too officious, In her behalfe that fcornes your feruices. Take not her part. For if thou dost intend Neuer fo little fhew of loue to her, Lyf. Now fhe holds me not, Now follow if thou dar'ft, to try whose right, Of thine or mine, is most in Helena. Dem. Follow? Nay, Ile go with thee cheeke by iowle. Nay, goe not backe. Her. I will not truft you I, Not longer stay in your curft company. Her. I am amaz'd, and know not what to fay. Puck. Beleeue me, king of fhaddowes, I miftooke. As this their iangling I esteeme a sport. Ob. Thou feest these louers feeke a place to fight, The starry welkin couer thou anon, Exit. Exeunt. And And leade these tefty riuals fo aftray, Ile to my queen, and beg her Indian boy; From monsters view, and all things fhall be peace. At whofe approch, ghofts wandring heere and there, For feare leaft day fhould looke their fhames vpon, I, with the mornings loue haue oft made sport, Opening Opening on Neptune, with faire bleffed beames, We may effect this bufineffe, yet ere day. Puck. Vp and downe, vp and downe, I will leade them vp and downe: I am feard in field and towne. Goblin, lead them vp and downe: here comes one. Enter Lyfander. Lyf. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? Speak thou now. Rob. Here villaine, drawne and ready. Where art thou? Lys. I will be with thee straight. Rob. Follow me then to plainer ground. Enter Demetrius. Dem. Lyfander, speake againe; Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled? That drawes a fword on thee. Deme. Yea, art thou there? Rob. Follow my voice, wee'l try no manhood here. Exeunt. Lyf. He goes before me, and still dares me on, When I come where he calles, then hee's gone. 、;、,、ན་$ Robin and Demetrius. Rob. Ho, ho, ho; coward, why com'st thou not ? And dar'ft not ftand, nor looke me in the face. Rob. Come hither, I am here. De. Nay then thou mockst me; thou shalt buy this deare, If euer I thy face by day-light fee. Now goe thy way: faintneffe conftraineth me, Tó measure out my length on this cold bed, Enter Helena. Hel. O weary night, ô long and tedious night, Rob. Yet but three? Come one more, Cupid is a knauifh lad, Sleepe Enter Hermia. Thus to make poore females mad. Her. Neuer fo weary, neuer fo in woe, and torne with briars, I can no further crawle, no further goe; My legs can keepe no pace with my defires. Rob. On the ground fleepe found, Ile apply your eye gentle louer, remedy. When When thou wak'ft, thou tak'st True delight in the fight of thy former ladies eie, And the country prouerbe knowne, That euery man should take his owne, In your waking shall be showne. Jacke fhall haue lill, nought fhall go ill, The man fhall haue his mare againe, and all shall be well. Enter Queene of Fairies, and Clowne, and Fairies, and the King behinde them. Tita. Come fit thee downe vpon this flowry bed, While I thy amiable cheekes do coy, And sticke muske roses in thy fleeke smoothe head, Clowne. Where's Peafe-bloffome? Peaf. Ready. Clowne. Scratch my head, Peafe-bloffome. Wher's mounfieur Cobweb? Cob. Ready. Clo. Mounfieur Cobweb, good mounfieur get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red hipt humble-bee, on the top of a thistle; and good mounfieur bring me the hony bag. Doe not fret your felfe too much in the action, mounfieur; and good mounfieur haue a care the hony bag breake not, I would be loth to haue you ouerflowne with a hony-bag figniour. Where's mounfieur Mustardfeed? Muf. Ready. Clo. Giue me your neafe, mounsieur Mustardseed, Pray you leaue your courtefie, good monfieur. Muft. What's your wil? Clou. Nothing good mounfieur, but to helpe caualery Cobweb to fcratch. I must to the barbers mounfieur, for me-thinkes I am maruailous hairy about the face. And I am such a tender affe, if my haire do but tickle me, I must scratch. |