Therefore, I think, I am not in the night. Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company; For you in my respect are all the world When all the world is here to look on me? DEM. I'll run from thee and hide me in the brakes, HEL. The wildest hath not fuch a heart as you; DEM. I will not stay thy questions; let me go; But I fhall do thee mifchief in the wood. HEL. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius, Your wrongs do fèt a scandal on my sex: We cannot fight for love, as men may do: We thou'd be woo'd, and were not made to woo. SCENE IV. [Exeunt. OB. Fare thee well, nymph; ere he doth leave this grove, Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love. Haft thou the fow'r there? welcome, wanderer. Enter Puck. Puck. Ay, there it is, OB. I pray thee, give it me; I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, With fweet musk-roses, and with eglantine. Take thou fome of it, and seek through this grove; With a difdainful youth; anoint his eyes; But do it, when the next thing he efpies May be the lady. Thou shalt know the man, And, look, you meet me ere the first cock crow. PUCK. Fear not, my lord, your fervant shall do fo. [Exe. SCENE V. Enter Queen of fairies, with her train. QUEEN. Come, now a roundel, and a Fairy song : Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds, To make my small elves coats; and fome keep back Fairies fing. You spotted fnakes with double tongue, Sing in your sweet lullaby; Nor fpell, nor charm, So good night with lullaby. 2 Fairy. Weaving fpiders come not here; Worm, nor fnail, do no offence. 1 Fairy.... Hence, away; now all is well; One, aloof, ftand sentinel. [Exeunt Fairies. The queen fleeps. Enter Oberon. OB. What thou feeft, when theu doft wake, Do it for thy true love take: Love and languish for his fake: DREAM. Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, When thou wak'ft,, it is thy dear; Wake, when fome vile thing is near. [Exit Oberon. Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandring in the wood; HER. Be't fo, Lyfander; find you out a bed, Lys. One turf fhall ferve as pillow for us both, HER. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, Lys. O take the sense, fweet, of my innocence; I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit; So that but one heart can you make of it: HER. Lyfander riddles very prettily; A MIDSUMMER-NICHT'S DREAM. 109 Such feparation, as, may well be faid, So far be diftant; and good night, fweet friend; Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; Here is my bed, fleep give thee all his rest! } HER. With half that with the wisher's eyes be preft! Enter' Puck. Puck. Through the forest have I gone, But Athenian found I none, [They fleep, [Exit. |