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Here will I rest me, 'till the break of day.
Heav'ns shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! (Lyes down.
Puck. On the ground

Sleep found,
I'll apply

To your eyes
Gentle lover, remedy.

[Squeezing the juice on Lyfander's eye.
When thou wak’ít,
Thou tak't
True delight

In the fight
Of thy former lady's eye;
And the country proverb known,
That every man should take his own,
in
your waking shall be shown.

Jack fhall have Jill,

Naught shall go ill,
The man shall have his mare again, and all be well.

[Exit. Puck. (They Neep.

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ACT IV.

SCENE I.

Continued, The Wood.

Enter queen of the Fairies, Bottom, Fairies attending, and

the king behind them.

QUE E N.
COME, fat thee down upon this flow'ry bed,

While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
And stick muk roses in thy sleek, smooth'd head;
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.

Bot. Where's Peaseblossom?
Pease. Ready.

Bot. Scratch my head, Peaseblossom. Where's monsieur Cobweb ?

CoB. Ready.

Bot. Monsieur Cobweb, good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me red-hipt humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring the honeybag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, have a care, the honey-bag break not; I should be loth to have you over-flown with a honey-bag, signior. Where's monsieur Mustardseed?

Must. Ready.

Bot. Give me thy neife, monsieur Mustardseed; pray you leave your curtesy, 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 sạch a tender ass, if my hair doth but tickle me, I must scratch. Queen. What, wilt thou hear some musick, my sweet

love? Bot. 'I have a reasonable good ear in musick; let us have the tongs and the bunes.

Rural musick, Tongs, &c.
Queen. Or say, sweet love, what thou desir'ft 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 hath no fellow.

Queen. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee thence new nuts.

Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of dried pease. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.

Qeen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms;
Fairies, be gone, and be always away:
So doth the woodbine, the sweet honey-suckle,
Gently entwift ; the female ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
O, how I love thee! how I doat on thee !

Enter Puck.

OB. Welcome, good Robin; seest thou this sweet fight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity ; For, meeting her of late behind the wood, Seeking sweet favours for this hateful fool, I did upbraid her, and fall out with her : For she his hairy temples then had rounded With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers, And that same dew, which sometime on the buds Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, Stood now within the pretty flouret's eyes, Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. When I had at my pleasure taunted her, And she in mild terms begg'd my patience, I then did ask of her her changeling child, Which strait she gave me, and her fairy sent, To bear him to my bower in fairy-land. And now. I have the boy, I will undo This hateful imperfection of her eye : And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp

From off the head of the 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
See, as thou wast wont to see :
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flow'r

Hath such force and blessed pow'r.
Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet queen.

QUEEN. My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass.

OB. There lies your love.

Queen. How came these things to pafs? Oh, how mine eyes do loath this visage now!

OB. Silence, a while-Robin, take off his head; Titania, musick call; and strike more dead Than common sleep of all these five the sense. Queen. Musick, hol musick: fuch as charmeth Heep.

(Still musck Puck. When thou awak'st, with thy own fool's eyes

peep. OB. Sound, mufick; come, my queen, take hand with

me,
And rock the ground whereon these reepers be.
Now thou and I are new in amity;
And will to-morrow midnight folemnly
Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly,
And bless it to all fair pofterity;
There shall these pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded, with Theseus, all-in jollity.

Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark;
I do hear the morning lark.

OB. Then, my queen, in silence fad,
Trip we after the night's shade;
We the globe can compats foon,
Swifter than the wand'ring moon.

Queen. Come, my lord, and our flight
Tell me how it came this night,
That I sleeping here was found, [Sleepers lie ftill.
With these mortals on the ground.

[Exeunt.

[Wind horns within.
Enter Theseus, 'Egeus, Hippotita, and all his train.
The. Go one of you, find out the forester,
For now our observation is perform’d,
And since we have the vaward of the day.,
My love shall hear the musick of my hounds.
Uncouple in the western valley, go
Dispatch, l'fay, and find the forester.
We will, fair queen, üp'to the mountain's töp,
And mark the mufical confufion
Of hounds and echo conjunction.

Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
With hounds of Sparta ; never did I hear
Such gallant chiding. For, befides the groves,
The skies, the fountains, ov'ry region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry. I never heard
So musical a discord, such fweet-thunder.

The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
So flew'd, so fanded, and their heads are hung
With

ears that sweep away the morning.dew;

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