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That they have overborne their continents'. Since once I sat upon a promontory:
Ob.That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not) For lack of tread, are undistinguishable.
Flying between the cold moon and the earth, The human mortals want their winter here, 10 Cupid all arm’d: a certain aim he took No night is now with hymn, or carol blest : At a fair vestal, throned by the west; Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, Pale in her anger, washes all the air.
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : That rheumatic diseases do abound?:
But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft And, thorough this distemperature “, we see 15 Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watry moon; The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
And the imperial votress passed on, Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose ; In maiden meditation, fancy-free And on old Ilyem's chin, and icy crown,
Yet, mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds It fell upon a little western flower, - [wound, Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer,20 Before, milk-white ; now purple with love's The childing' autum, angry winter, change And maidens call it, love in idleness'. (once ; Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world, Fetch me that flower; the herb ( shewd thee By their increase, now knows not which is which : The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid, And this same progeny of evils comes
Will make or man or woman madly doat From our debate, from our dissention; 25 Upon the next live creature that it sees. We are their parents and original.
Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again, Ob. Do you amend it then; it lies in you:
Ere the leviathan can swim a league. Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth I do but beg a little changeling boy,
In forty miuutes.
[Erit. To be my henchman ?.
30 Ob. Having once this juice, Queen. Set your heart at rest,
I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, The fairy land buys not the child of me.
And drop the liquor of it in her eyes: His mother was a votress of my order:
The next thing when she waking looks upon, And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,
(Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, Full often hath she gossip'd by my side;
|35|On meddling monkey, or on busy ape) And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, She shall pursue it with the soul of love. Marking the embark'd traders on the flood: And ere I take this charm off from her sight, When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, |(As I can take it with another herb) And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind: I'll make her render up her page to me. Which she, with pretty and with swinuming gait, 40 But who comes here? 'I am invisible ? (Following her womb then rich with my young And I will over-hear their conference. Would imitate; and sail upon the land, ['squire) Enter Demetrius, Helena following him. To fetch me trifles and return again,
Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. As from a voyage, rich with merchandize. Where is Lysander and fair Hermia? But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; 45 The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy; Thou told'st me they were stolen unto this wood, And, for her sake, I will not part with him. And here am I, and wood 10 within this wood, Ob. How long within this wood intend you Because I cannot meet my Hermia. stay?
[day. Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. Queen. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-50. Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; If you will patiently dance in our round, But yet you draw not iron, for my heart And see our moon-light revels, go with us; Is true as steel: Leave you your power to draw, If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. And I shall have no power to follow you.
Ob. Give me that boy, and I wiil go with thee. Dem. Do I entice you ? do I speak you fair? Queen. Not for thy fairy kingdom-Fairies,away:155 Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth We shall chide downright, if † longer stay.
Tell you-—I do not, nor I cannot love you? [Ereunt Queen and her train. Hél. And even for that do I love you the more; Oh. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this ( am your spaniel ; and Demetrius, 'Till I torment thee for this injury.-. [grove, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you; My gentle Puck, come hither: Thou remember’si 60 Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
· Meaning their banks. ? Nine men's morris is a game still played by the shepherds, cow-keepers, &c. in the midland counties. The confusion of seasons here described, is no more than a poetical account of the weather, which happened in England about the time when this play was first published, That is perturbation. That is, the pregnant. That is, produce. Page of honour. This was intended as a compliment to Queen Elizabeth. ' i. e. heart's-ease. Wood, here means mad, wild, raving. In this sense it was formerly spelled wode.
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, May be the lady: Thou shalt know the man Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
By the Athenian garments he hath on. What worser place can I beg in your love,
Eirect it with some care, that he may prove (And yet a place of high respect with me) More fond on her, than she upon her love: Than to be used as you use your dog? [rit: 5 And look thou nieet me ere the first cock crow.
Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spi Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so. For I am sick, when I do look on thee.
[Excunt. Hel. And I am sick, when I look not on you.
SCENE III. Dem. You do impeach your modesty too much,
Another part of the Wood. To leave the city, and commit yourself
101 Into the hands of one that loves you not;
Enter the Queen of Fuiries, with her train. To trust the opportunity of niglit,
Queen. Come, now a roundel?, and a fairy song; And the ill counsel of a desert place.
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence: With the rich worth of your virginity.
Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds; Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.
15 Soine, war with rear-mice on " for their leathern It is not night, when I do see your face,
wings Therefore I think, I am not in the night:
To make my small elves coats; and some keepback Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company;
Theclam'rous owlthat nightly hoots and wonders For
you, int my respect, are all the world: At our quaint spirits*: Sing me now asleep; Then how can it be said, I am alone,
120 Then to your offices, and let me rest. When all the world is here to look on me?
First Fairy. Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide meinthebrakes, You spotted snakes, with double tongue, And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.
Thorny hedge-hogs be not scen; Hel. The wildest has not such a heart as you. Newts, and blind-zvorms, do no wrong; Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd: 25 Come not neur our fuiry queen: Apollo tlies, and Daphne holds the chase;
Chorus. The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind
Philomel, with melody, Makes speed to catch the tyger: Bootless speed !
Sing in your stueet lullaby:
Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulle, lilla, lulluby ; Dem. I will not stay thy questions; let me go:
Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Or, if thou follow me, do not believe
Come our lovely lady nigh; But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.
So, good night, with lullaby. Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, į You do me mischief. "Fie, Demetrius!
Second Fairy Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex:
Wearing spiders, come not here;
35 We cannot fight for love, as men may do ;
Hence you long-legg'd spinners, hence: We should be wood, and were not made to woo.
Bettles black, approuch not near: I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell.
Worm, nor snail, do no offence.
Philomel, with melody, &c.
First Fairy. Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.
Hence, away; now all is well:
One, aloof, stand sentinel.
[Exeunt Fuiries. The Queen sleeps. Puck. Ay, there it is.
Enter Oberon. Ob. I pray thee, give it me,
Ob. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
[Squeezes the flower on her eye-lids. Where ox-lips' and the nodding violet grows; Do it for thy true love take; Quite over-canopy'd with luscious woodbine, Love, and languish for bis sake: With sweet musk roses, and with eglantine: 50 Be it ounce ': or cat, or bear, There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, Pard, or boar with bristled hair, Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; In thy eye that shall appear And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin, When thou wak’st, it is thy dear; Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
Wake when some vile thing is near. [Exit Ober. And with the juice of this l'll streak her eyes,
Enter Lysunder and Hermia. And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove:
wood; A sweet Athenian lady is in love
And to speak truth, I have forgot our way: With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes; We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, But do it when the next thing he espies
And tarry for the comfort of the day. ' The greater cowslip. 'A roundel is a dance in a ring 'Ą rere-mouse is a bat. •Dr. Warburton reads quaint sports. ! The ounce is a small tyger, or tyger-cat.
Her. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed, No, no, I am as ugly as a bear, Fur I upon this bank will rest my head.
For beasts, that meet me, run away for fear : L'is. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;) Therefore, no marvel, though Deinetrius Ole heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. Do, as a monster, fly my piesence thus.
Hir. Nay, good Lysander; for mysake,my dear, 5 What wicked and disseinbling glass of mine Lye further off, yet, do not lye so near.
Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyneina Ly. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence; But who is here? Lysander? on the ground? Love takes the meaning in love's conference. Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound:I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit; Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake. So that but one heart we can make of it: 101 Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet Two bosoms interchained with an oath;
[Waking So then two bosoms, and a single troth.
Transparent Helena! Nature shews art, Then, by your side no bed-room me deny; That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
Where is Demetrius? Oh, how fit a word Her. Lysander riddles very prettily : 15 Is that vile name, to perish on my sword ! Now much beshrew ' my manners and
Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so: If Hermia meant to say, Lysander ly’d. What though he love your Herinia? Lord, what But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
though? Lye further off; in human modesty
Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. Such separation, as, may well be said,
20 Lys. Content with Hermia? No: I do repent Becomes a virtuous batchelor, and a maid: The tedious minutes I with her have spent. So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: Not Hermia, but Helena I love: lky love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end! Who will not change a raven for a dove?
Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair pray’r, say I; The will of man is by his reason sway'd; And then end life, when I end loyalty ! 25 And reason says you are the worthier maid. Here is my bed: Sleep give thee all his rest! Things growing are not ripe until their season : Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason ; press'd!
[They sleep. And touching now the point of human skill, Enter Puck.
Reason becomes the marshal to my will, Puck. Through the forest have I gone, |30And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook But Athenian found I none,
Love's stories, written in Love's richest book. On whose eyes I might approve
Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery This flower's force in stirring love.
born ? Night and silence! who is here?
When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn? Weeds of Athens he doth wear :
|35 Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, This is he, my master said,
That I did never, 110, nor never can,
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
Good troth, you do me wrong, good soth, you do,
140 In such disdainful manner me to woo. Near to this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. But fare you well: perforce I must confess, Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
thought you lord of more true gentleness *. All the power this charm doth owe: Oh, that a lady, of one man refus'd, When thou wak'st, let love forbid
Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! [Erit. Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.
45 Lys. She sees not Hermia:-Hermia, sleep So awake, when I ain gone;
thou there; For I must now to (beron. [Exit. And never may'st thou come Lysander near! "Enter Demetrius and Helena running. For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things, Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. The deepest loathing to the stomach brings; Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me 50 Or, as the heresies, that men do leave, thus.
Are hated most of those they did deceive ;
And all my powers, address your love and might, Hel. O, I am out of breath, in this fond chace! 55 To honour Helen, and to be her knight! [Erit. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace?
Her. (starting from sleep.) Help me, LysanHappy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies;
der, help me! do thy best, For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. [tears: To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt Ay me, for pity!—what a dream was here? If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.
|60|Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear! · Beshrew means the same as if she had said, “ Now ill befal my manners, &c.” ?i. e. My acceptableness. i.e. What then? : Meaning, that he had more of the spirit of a gentleman.
Methought, a serpent eat my heart away,
|Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear;
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Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two The Wood.
hard things; that is, to bring the moon-light into Enter Quinee, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and a chamber: for you know, Pyramus and Thisby Staroeling.
meet by inoon-light. The Queen of Fairies lying asleep. 15 Snug. Doth the moon sliine that night we play Bot. ARE, we all met:
our play! . Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous con Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the almavenient place for our rehearsal: This green plot nack; find out moon-shine, find out moon-shine. shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night. house; and we will do it in action, as we will do 20. Bot. Why then you may leave a casement of it before the duke.
the great chamber window, where we play, open: Bot. Peter Quince,
and the moon may shine in at the casement. Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom ?
Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyra bush of thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he comes mus and Thisby, that will never please. First,25 to disfigure, or to present, the person of moon, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which shine. Then, there is another thing: we must the ladies cannot abide. How answer you that? have a wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus Snout. By'r lakin”, a parlous ' fear.
and Thisby, says the story, did talk through the Star. I believe we must leave the killing out, cbink of a wall. when all is done.
30 Snug. You never can bring in a wall :—What Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all
say you, Bottom? well. Write me a prologue: and let the pro Bot. Some man or other must present wall: logue seem to say, we will do no harm with our and let him have some plaster, or some lome, or swords; and that Pyramus is not kill'd indeed : some rough-cast, about him, to signify wall; or and, for the more better assurance tell them, that 35 let him hold his fingers thus, and through that 1 Pyramus am not Pyrainus, but Bottom the cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper. weaver: This will put ihem out of fear.
Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue ;) sit down,' every mother's son, and rehearse your and it shall be written in eight and six.
parts. Pyramus, you begin: when you have Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written 40 spoken your speech, enter into that brake; and in eight and eight.
so every one according to his cue.
Enter Puck behind.
Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we
Quin. Speak, Pyramus:- Thishy, stand forth. Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell, Pyr. "Thishy, the flower of odious savours he is not a lion.
Quin. Odours, odours,
[sweet." Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half
-odours savours sweet, his face must be seen through the lion's neck;) “So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.--and he himself must speak through, saying thus, “ But, hark, a voice! stay thou but here a whit', or to the same defect, -Ladies, or fair ladies, I • And by and by I will to thee appear." would wish you, or, I would request you, or, 155
[Erit Pyramus, would entreat you, not to fear, not tú tremble: Puck. A stranger Pyramus thane'er play'd here! my life for yours. If you think I come bither as
land is to come again,
This.“ Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white) So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; “ of hue,
And thy fair virtue's force,perforce doth move me, “Of colour like the red-rose on triumphant brier, On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. “ Most briskly juvenal', and eke most lovely Jew, Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little “ As true as truest horse, that yet would never 5 reason for that: And yet, to say the truth, reason • tire,
and love keep little company together now-a-days: “ I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb." The more the pity, that some honest neighbours
Quin. Ninus' toinb, man: Why you must not will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek", speak that yit; that you answer to Pyramus: you
upon occasion. speak all your part at once, cues? and all.-- Pyra- 10 Queen. Thou art as wise, as thou art beautiful. mus enter; your cue is past; it is, ne ter tire. Bot. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough Re-enter Puckand Bottom with an ass's head. to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve This. “O-As true as truest horse, that yet
mine own turn. " would never tire."
Queen. Out of this wood do not desire to go; Pur.“ If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine:"15 Thou shalt remain here,whether thou wilt or no.
Quin. O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted! I am a spirit, of no common rate; Pray, masters! fly, masters ! help!
The summer still doth tend upon my state, [Exeunt Cloruns.
And I do love thee: therefore, go with ine; Pack. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a I'll give thee faries to attend on thee; round, i
20 And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, Through bog, through bush, through brake, And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep: through brier:
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.A bog, a leadless bear, sometime a fire; Pease-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard. Anineigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar and burn,|25 seed! Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.
Enter four fairies. Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery 1 Fair. Ready. of them, to make me afeard ::
2 Fair. And I. Re-enter Snout.
30 3 Fair. And I. Snout. (Bottom, thou art chang'd! what do 4 Fair. And I: where shall we go? I see on thee?
Queen. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Bot. What do you see? you see an ass' head! Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes; of your own; Do you?
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
|35 With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, translated.
[Erit. And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs, Bot. I see their knavery: this is to make an ass
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, of me; to fright me, it they could. But I will To have my love to bed, and to arise; not stir from this place, do what they can: I will 40 And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they
To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes: shall hear I am not afraid.
[Sings. Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies, Thcoscl-cock“, so black of hue,
1 Fair. Hail, mortal, hail !
2 Fair. Hail! With orange-tareny bill, The throsili ceith his note so true,
3 Fuir. Hail! The wron teith little quill:
Bot. I cry your worship's mercy heartily,
I beseech your worship's name? Queen. What angel wakes me from my Rowery Cob. Cobweb. bed?
[Iaking: Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, Bottom sings.
50 good master Cobweb: If I cut my finger, I shall The finch, the spurrot, and the lark, make bold with you. Your name, honest genThe pluin-song cuckow gray,
eman ? 11']:ose note full inuny a mun doth mark, Pease. Pease-blossom. and dart's not unseer, nay:
Bot. I pray you commend me to mistress for, indeed, who would set bis wit 10 so foolish a 55 Squash your mother, and to master Peascod, your bird: Who would give the bird the lye, though father. Good master Pease-blossom, I shall desire he cry cucrare, never so.
you of more acquaintance too.--Your name, I Quion. I pray ti.ee, gentle mortal, sing again : beseech you, sir? Mine ear is inuch enamourd of thy note,
Mus. Mustard-seed. ! i. e. young man. ? A cue, in the language of the stage, is the last words of the preceding speech, and serves as a hint to him uho is to speak next. i.e. afraid. “The ousil cock is generally understood to by the cock blachbird. The throstle is the thrush. i. e. declive, or beguile. 'A squusk is an unripe peascod.