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But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin'd mistress and your warrior love,
To Theseus must be wedded ; and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity.
OB. How can'ft thou thus for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolita;
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ?
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night
From Periguné, whom he ravished;
And make him with fair Ægle break his faith,
With Ariadne, and Antiopa ?
Queen. These are the forgeries of jealousie :
And never since the middle summer's spring
Met we on hill, in dale, foreft, or mead,
By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,
Or on the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast difturb'd our sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land,
Have every pelting river made so proud,
That they have over-borne their continents.
The ox hath therefore ftretch'd his yoke in vain,
The ploughman loft his sweat ; and the green curs
Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard.
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrain flock;
The nine-mens morris is filled up with mud,
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green,
For lack of tread are undiftinguishable.
The human mortals want their winter here :
No night is now with hymn or carol blest;
There fore the
the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air";
That rheumatick diseases do abound.
And thorough this distemperature, we see
$ alter; hoary-beaded frosts
Fall iņ the fresh lap of the crimson rose;
And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown,
An od'rous chaplet of sweet summer-buds
Is, as in mockery,
Sautumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries; and th' amazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which;
And this fame progeny of evil comes
From our debate, from our dissension;
We are their parents and originale
08. Do yoy amend it then, it lies in you.
Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
I do but beg a little changeling boy,
To be my henchman.
Queen. Set your heart at rest,
The fairy-land buys not the child of me.
His mother was a votress of my order,
And, in the spiced Indian air by night,
Full often she hath goflpt by my side;
And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands,
Marking th' embarked traders on the flood. ;
When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive,
And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind:
Which she, with pretty and with swimming gate,
Following (her womb then rich with my young squire)
Would imitate; and fail upon the land, Gilera
To fetch me trifles, and return again,
As from a voyage rich with merchandize.
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die ;
And, for her fake, I do rear up her boy;
And, for her fake, I will not part with him.
OB. How long within this wood intend you stay?
Queen. Perchance, 'till after Theseus, wedding-day,
will patiently dance in our round,
،، And see our moop-light revels, go with us ; If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.
OB. Give me that boy, and I will go with thée.
Queen. Not for thy fairy kingdom. Elves; away : We shall chide down-right, if I longer stay.
[Exeunt queen and her train. OB. Well, go thy way; thou shalt not from this grove, 'Till I torment thee for this injury.--My gentle Puck, come hither, thou remember ft Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's musick.
Puck. I remember.
Ob. That very time I saw, but thou could'st not,
Flying between the cold moon and the earth,
Cupid all-arm’d: a certain aim he took
At a fair veltal, throned by the west,
And loos’d his love-shaft smartly from his bow,
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts ;
But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon,
And the imperial votress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy free.
Yet markd I where the bolt of Cupid fell,
It fell upon a little western flower ;
Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound;
And maidens call it love in idleness.
Fetch me that flow'r; the herb I shew'd thee once ;
The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid,
Will make or man, or woman, madly doat
Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Fetch me this herb, and be thou here again,
Ere the Leviathan can swim a league.
Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.
OB. Having once this juice,
I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,
And drop the liquor of it in her eyes:
The next thing that she waking looks upon,
Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,
On medling monkey, or on busy ape,
She Mall pursue it with the foul of love :
And ere I take this charm off from her fight,
(As I can take it with an another herb)
I'll make her render up her page to me.
But who comes here? I am invisible,
And I will over-hear their conference,
Enter Demetrius, Helena following him. Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia ?
The one I'll Nay; the other Nayeth me.
Thou told’lt me, they were stol'n into this wood;
And here am I, and wood within this wood,
Because I cannot meet my Hermia.
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.
Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant,
But yet you draw not iron; for my heart
Is true as steel. Leave you your pow'r to draw,
And I shall have no pow'er to follow you.
Dem. Do I entice you do I speak you fair ? Or rather do I not in plainest truth Tell you, I do not, nor I cannot, love your own
Hey. And ev'n for that do I love thee the more;
I am your spaniel ; and, Demetrius, u rath
Vse me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Neglect me, lose mez, only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you, aw
What worser place can I beg in your love;
And yet a place of high respect with me,
Than to be used, as you use your dog...
Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; For I am sick, when I look on you..
Hel. And I am sick, when I look not on you..
Dem. You do impeach your modesty too much,
To leave the city, and commit yourself
Into the hands of one that loves you not ;
To trust the opportunity of night,
And the ill counsel of a desart place,
With the rich worth of your virginity.
Hel. Your virtue is my privilege. For that
It is not night when I do fee your face,