Puck. Follow me then To plainer ground. Dem. [Exit Lys. as following the voice. Enter Demetrius. Lysander! speak again. Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled? Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head? Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, I'll whip thee with a rod: He is defil'd Dem. Yea; art thou there? Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood here. Re-enter Lysander. [Exeunt. Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on; When I come where he calls, then he is gone.. The villain is much lighter heel'd than I : I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly; That fallen am I in dark uneven way, And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day! Re-enter Puck and Demetrius. Puck. Ho, ho ho, ho! Coward, why com'st thou not? Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well I wot, Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place; And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. Where art thou? Puck. Come hither; I am here. buy this dear, If ever I thy face by day-light see: Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me [Lies down and sleeps. Enter Helena. Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night, Abate thy hours: shine, comforts, from the east That I may back to Athens, by day-light, From these that my poor company detest :And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me a while from mine own company. [Sleeps. Puck. Yet but three? Come one more; Two of both kinds makes up four. Here she comes, curst and sad Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad. Enter Hermia. Her. Never so weary, never so in wo, Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers; 1 can no further crawl, no further go; My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Here will I rest me, till the break of day. Heavens shield Lysander, Puck. On the ground Sleep sound: I'll apply To your eye, Gentle lover, remedy. they mean a fray! [Lies down. [Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye. When thou wak'st, Thou tak'st True delight In the sight Of thy former lady's eye: And the country proverb known, That every man should take his own, In Jack shall have Jill; Nought shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well. [Ex. Puck.-Dem. Hel. &c. sleep. ACT IV. SCENE I.-The same. Enter Titania and Bottom, Fairies attending; Oberon behind unseen. Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,! And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. Bot. Where's Peas-blossom? Peas. Ready. Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.-Where's monsieur Cobweb? Cob. Ready. Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loath to have you overflown with a honey-bag, signior.-Where's monsieur Mustardseed? Must. Ready. Bot. Give me your neif,2 monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur. Must. What's your will? Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face: and I am such a tender ass, if my 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, no fellow. hath 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 gone, and be all ways away. So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle, 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 Her dotage now I do begin to pity. Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent [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? O, 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.] queen, take hands with me, Come, my 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 Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark; Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, |