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Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of dried peafe. But, I pray you, let none of your people ftir me, I have an expofition of fleep. come upon me.
Queen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms; Fairies, be gone, and be a while away: So doth the woodbine, the fweet hony-fuckle, Gently entwift, the female ivy fo Enring, the barky fingers of the elm.
O, how I love thee! how I doat on thee!
Ob. Welcome, good Robin; Seeft thou this fweet fight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity; For meeting her of late behind the wood, Seeking fweet favours for this hateful fool, I did upbraid her, and fall out with her; For the his hairy temples then had rounded With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers, And that fame dew which fometime on the buds Was wont to fwell like round and orient pearls, Stood now within the pretty flouriets eyes, Like tears that did their own difgrace bewail. When I had at my pleasure taunted her, And the in mild terms begg'd my patience, I then did ask of her her changeling child, Which ftrait she gave me, and her Fairy fent To bear him to my bower in Fairy land. And, now I have the boy, I will undo This hateful imperfection of her eyes: And, gentle Puck, take this transformed fcalp From off the head of this Athenian swain ; That he awaking when the others do, May all to Athens back again repair, And think no more of this night's accidents, But as the fierce vexation of a dream. But first I will release the Fairy Queen.
Be as thou waft wont to be;
Queen. My Oberon! what vifions have I feen!
Queen. How came these things to pass?
Queen. Mufick, ho! mufick; fuch as charmeth fleep.
Puck. When thou awak'ft, with thine own fool's eyes
Ob. Sound, mufick; come, my Queen, take hand with
Puck. Fairy King, attend and mark, I do hear the morning lark.
Ob. Then, my Queen, in filence fad
Queen. Come, my lord, and in our flight
[Sleepers lye fill. [Exeunt. [Wind borns.
Enter Thefeus, Egeus, Hippolita, and all his train.
Dispatch, I fay, and find the forefter.
• Meaning the obfervance of the time preferibed for their nuptials.
We will, fair Queen, up to the mountain's top,
Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
Judge when you hear. But foft, what nymphs are thefe?
The. No doubt, they rofe up early to obferve
The. Go, bid the huntfmen wake them with their horas. Horns, and they awake. Shout within, they all fart up. The. Good morrow, friends; Saint Valentine is paft: Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
Lyf. Pardon, my lord.
The. I pray you all, stand up:
Lyf. My lord, I fhall reply amazedly,
Half fleep, half waking. But as yet I swear
Ege. Enough, enough, my lord, you have enough;
They would have ftol'n away, they would, Demetrius,
The Fair lovers, you are fortunately met
[Exeunt Duke and lords.
Dem. These things feem small and undistinguishable,
Hel. So methinks;
And I have found Demetrius, a jewel,
Dem. It feems to me,
That yet we fleep, we dream. Do not you think
Lyf. And he bid us follow to the temple.
Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer. My next is, Moft fair Pyramus- -hey ho, Peter Quince! Flute the bellows-mender! Snowt the tinker! Starveling! god's my life! ftol'n hence, and left me afleep. I have had a moft rare vifion. I had a dream paft the wit of man to say what dream it was: man is but an afs if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was, there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had But man is but a patch'd fool, if he will offer to fay what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not feen; man's hand is not able to tafte, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream; it fhall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will fing it in the latter end of the play before the Duke: peradventure to make it the more gracious, I fhall fing it after death.
SCENE. IV. ATHEN S.
Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he is tranfported.