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Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar,' But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy, that I will do any man's heart good to hear me, Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all I will roar, that I will make the duke say, Lei

her joy: him roar again, Let him rour again.

And now they never meet in grove, or green, Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen. would fright the duchess and the ladies, that But they do square; that all their elves for fear, they would shriek; and that were enough to Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there. hang us all.

Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making AU. That would hang 119 every mother's son. quite, Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, fright the ladies out of their wits, they would Call'd Robin Good-fellow: are you not he, have no more discretion but to hang us: but I That fright the maidens of the villagery: will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar you Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quer, as gently as any sucking dove; I will roar you And bootless make the breathless housewife an 'twere any nightingale.

churn; Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus : for And sometime make the drink to bear no barm: Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their as one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely harm? gentleman-like man; therefore you must needs Those that Hobgoblin call yon, and sweet Puck, play Pyramus.

You do their work; and they shall have good Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard Are not you he?

sluck: were I best to play it in?


Thou speak'st aright; Quin. Why, what you will.

I am that merry wanderer of the night. Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw. I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, coloured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your When I a fat and bean-led horse beguile, purple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown- Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: colour beard, your perfect yellow.

And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, Quin. Some of your French crowns have no In very likeness of a roasted crab; hair at all, and then you will play bare-faced,- And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, But, masters, here are your parts: and I am to And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. entreat you, request you, and desire you, to cou The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, them by to-morrow night: and meet me in the Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me: palace wood, a mile without the town, by moon Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, light; there will we rehearse: for if we meet in And tailor cries, and falls into a cough ; (loffe , the city, we shall be dogg'd with company, and And then the whole quire hold their hips, and our devices known. In the mean time I will And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear draw a bill of properties, such as our play wants. A merrier hour was never wasted there.I pray you, fail me not.

But room, Fairy, here comes Oberon. Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse Fai. And here my mistress :-'Would that he more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains; were gone! be perfect, adicu.

Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.
Bot. Enough; Hold, or cut bow-strings.

Enter OBERON, at one door, with his Train, and (Eseunt.

Titania, at another with hers.
Obe. Ill met by moon-light, proud Titania.

Tita. What, jealous Oberon! Fairy, skip hence;
I have forsworn his bed and company.

Obe. Tarty, rash wanton: Am not I thy lord ? SCENE I. A Wood near Athens.

Tita. Then I must be thy lady : But I know Enter a Fairy at one door, and Puck at another. When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land, Pack. How now, spirit! whither wander you? And in the shape of Corin sat all day, Fai. Over hill, over dale,

Playing on pipes of corn; and versing love Thorough bush, thorough briar, To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here, Over park, over pale,

Come from the farthest steep of India ?
Thorough flood, thorough fire.

But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
I do wander every where,

Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love, Swifter than the moones sphere;

To Theseus must be wedded; and you come And I serve the fairy queen,

To give their bed joy and prosperity. To dew her orbs upon the green :

Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania, The cowslips tall her pensioners be; Glance at iny credit with Hippolyta. In their gold coats spots you see; Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ? Those be rubies, fairy favours,

Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering In those freckles live their savours : From Perigenia, whom he ravished ? [night I must go seek some dewdrops here,

And make him with fair Ægle break his faith And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. With Ariadne, and Antiopa? Farewell, thou lob of spirits, I'll be gone : Tita. These are the forgeries of jealonsy: Our queen and all her elves come here anon. And never, since the middle summer's spring, Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to- Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, night;

| By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Take heed the queen come not within his sight. Or on the beached margent of the sea, For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,

To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, Because that she, as her attendant, hath But with thybrawls thou hast disturb'd our sport A lovely boy stol'n from an Indian king; Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, She never had so sweet a changeling:

As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea And jealous Oberon would have the child Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild; Have every pelting river made so proud,

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That they have overborne their continents : At a fair vestal, throned by the west;
The ox nath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow,
The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts:

But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard : Quench'd in the chaste beans of the watry
The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And the imperial vot'ress passed on, (moon;
And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud; Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green, It fell upon a little western flower,-
For lack of tread, are undistinguishable: Before, milk-white; now purple with love's
The human mortals want their winter here; And maidens call it, love-in-idleness. [wound---
No night is now with hymn or carol blest: Fetch me that flower: the herb I show'd thee
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid, (once :
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,

Will make or man or woman madly dote That rheumatic diseases do abound:

Upon the next live creature that it sees. And thorough this distemperature, we see Fetch me this herb: and be thou here again, The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Ere the Leviathan can swim a league. Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth And on old Hyems'chin, and icy crown, In forty minutes.

[Exit Puck, An odorous chaplet of sweet suunmer buds Obe.

Having once this juice, Is, as in mockery, set: The spring, the summer, I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, The childing autumn, angry winter, change And drop the liquor of it in her eyes: Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world, The next thing then she waking looks upon By their increase, now knows not which is (Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, And this same progeny of evils comes (which : On meddling monkey, or on busy ape), From our debate, froin our dissension; She shall pursue it with the soul of love. We are their parents and original.

And ere I take this charm off from her sight Obe. Do you amend it then; it lies in you: (As I can take it with another herb). Why should Titania cross her Oberon? l'll make her rerder up her page to me. I do but beg a little changeling boy,

But who comes here? I am invisible; To be my henchman.

And I will overhear their conference. Tita.

Set your heart at rest, Enter DenETRIUS, HELENA jollowing him. The fairy land buys not the child of me. Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. His mother was a vot'ress of my order: Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia? And, in the spiced Indian air, by night, The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. Full often hath she gossip'd by my side; Thou told'st me they were stol'n into this wood, And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, And here am I, and wood within this wood, Marking the embarked traders on the flood; Because I cannot meet with Hermia. When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind; Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait But yet you draw not irou, for my heart Following (her womb, then rich with my young Is true as steel; Leave you your power to draw, 'squire),

And I shall have no power to follow you. Would imitate ; and sail upon the land,

Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? To fetch me trifles, and return again,

Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth As frora a voyage, rich with merchandize. Tell you I do not, por I cannot love you? But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; Hei. And even for that do I love you the more. And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy: I am your spaniel ; and, Demetrius, And, for her sake, I wiil not part with him. The more you beat me, I will fawn on you: Obe. How long within this wood intend you Use me but as your spaniel, sparn me, strike me, stay?

[day. Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-Unworthy as I am, to follow you. If you will patiently dance in our round, What worser place can I beg in your love, And see our moonlight revels, go with us; (Add yet a place of high respect with me) If not shun me, and I will spare your haunts. Than to be used as you do use your dog? Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my thee.

(away; For I am sick, when I do look on thee. (spirit; Tita. Not for thy fairy kingdom.–Fairies, Hel. And I am sick, when I look not on you. We shall chide down-right, if I longer stay. Dem. You do impeach your modesty too much

(Ecrunt TITANIA, aut her Train. To leave the city, and commit yourself Obe. Well go thy way; thou shalt not from Into the hands of one that loves you not ; this grove,

To trust the opportunity of night. Till I torment thee for this injury

And the ill counsel of a desert place, My gentle Puck, come hither. Thou remember'stWith the rich worth of your virginity. Since once I sat upon a promontory,

Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, It is not night, when I do see your face, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, Therefore I think I am not in the night: That the rude sea grew civil at her song; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, For you, in my respect, are all the world: To hear the sea-maid's music.

Then how can it be said, I am alone, Puck.

I remember. When all the world is here to look on me? Obe. That very time I saw (but thou could'st Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the not),

brakes, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. Cupid all arm'd: a certain airn he took

Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you

Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd: 1 Fai. Hence, away; noro all is well:
Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;

One, aloof, stand sentinel.
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind

[Exeunt Fairies. TITANIA sleeps. Makes speed to catch the tiger: Bootless speed!

Enter (BEROX. When cowardice pursues and valour flies.

Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, Dem. I will not stay thy questions : let me go:

[Squeezes the flower on Titaxia's eyelids. Or if thou follow me, do not believe

Do it for thy true love sake:
But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.
TIel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,

Love, and languish for his sake:
You do me mischief. Fye, Deinetrius!

Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex:

In thy eye that shall appear
We cannot fight for love, as men may do;
We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. Wake, when some vile thing is near.

When thou wak'st it is thy dear;

(Eric. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,

Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA. To die upon the hand I love so well. (Exeunt Dem. and Hel.

Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in

the wood; Obe. Fare thee well, nymph : ere he do leave

And to speak troth, I have forgot our way; this grove,

We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, Thou shalt tly him, and he shall seek thy love.

And tarry for the comfort of the day.
Re-enter Puck.

Her. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed,
Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wan- For I upon this bank will rest my liead.
Puck. Ay, there it is.

derer. Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; Obe.

I pray thee, give it me. One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake my Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows; Lie further oif yet, do not lie so near.

[ car Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, Lys.(), take the sense, sweet, of my innocence; With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine : Love takes the meaning, in love's conference. There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit: Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; So that but one heart we can make of it: And there the snake throws her enameld skin, Two bosoms interchanged with an oath! Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in: So then, two bosoms, and a single troth. And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes, Then, by your side no bed-loom me deny; And make her full of hateful fantasies. For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. Take thou some of it, and seek through this Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :A sweet Athenian lady is in love grove: Now much beshrew my manners and my pride With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes; If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied. But do it, when the next thing he espics But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy May be the lady: Thou shalt know the man Lie further off; in human modesty By the Athenian garments he hath on. Such separation, as, may well be said, Effect it with some care, that he may prove Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid: More fond on her, than she upon her love: So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend: And look thou meet me cre the first cock crow. Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end ! Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; do so.

Exeunt. And then end life, when I end loyalty! SCENE III. Another part of the Wood.

Here is my bed : Sleep give thee all his rest!

Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes le Enter TITANIA, with her train. Tita. Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song;


[They sleep. Then, for the third part of a minute, hence:

Enter Puck. Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;

Puck. Through the forest have I gone, Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern

But Athenian found I none, wings,


On whose eyes I might approre To make my small elves conts: and some, keep

This flower's force in stirring love. The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and Night and silence ! who is here? wonders

Weeds of Athens he doth wear: At our quaint spirits; Sing me now asleep;

This is he, my master said, Then to your offices, and let me rest.

Despised the Athenian maid;

And here the maiden, sleeping sound, SONG.

On the dank and dirty ground 1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue,

Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Thorny hedge-hogs, be not scen ;

Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
Newts, and blind worms, do no wrong;

Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
Come not near our fairy queen:

All the power this charm doth owe:
CHORUS. Philomel, with melody,

When thou wak'st, let love forbid
Sing in our sweet lullaby;

Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.
Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby: So awake, when I am gone ;
Never harm, nor spell nor charm,

For I must now to Oberon.

(E.cit. Come our lourly lady nigh; So, good night with lullaby.

Enter DEMETRIUs and IIELENA, Tunning.

Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Deme11.


(me thus. 2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here;

Dem. I charge thee, herce, and do not haunt Hence, you long-leggd spinners, hence; Hel. O. wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. Beetles black, approach not near ;

Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go. Worm, nor snail, do no offence.

[Erit DEMETRITS. CHORUS Philonci, with melody, dec.

| Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase !

Art Thirà.

The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies;
For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.

SCENE I. The same.
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt

The Queen of Fairies tears:

lying asleep. If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SOUT, No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;

and STARVELING. For beasts that meet me, run away for fear. Bot. Are we all met? Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous conDo, as a monster, fly my presence thus. venient place for our rehearsal: This green What wicked and dissembling glass of mine plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake our Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne? tyring house; and we will do it in action, as But who is here ?-Lysander! on the ground ! we will do it before the duke. Dead ? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound ; Bot. Peter Quince, Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.

Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom? Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pysweet sake.

[Waking. ramus and Thisby, that will never please. First, Transparent Helena; Nature shows her art, Pyramus must draw & sword to kill himself: That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. which the ladies cannot abide. How answer Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word

Snout. By'rlakin, a parlous fear. (you that? Is that vile name to perish on my sword! Suar. I believe, we must leave the killing out,

Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so: when all is done. What though he love your Hermia ? Lord, what Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make though?

all well. Write me a prologue: and let the Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content. prologue seem say, we will do no harm with

Lys. Content with Hermia ? No : I do repent our swords; and that Pyramus is not killed The tedious minutes I have with her spent. indeed: and, for the more better assurance, Not Hermia, but Helena I love:

tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, Who will not change a raven for a dove: but Bottom the weaver: this will put them The will of man is by his reason sway'd; out of fear. And reason says you are the worthier maid. Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; Things growing are not ripe until their season: and it shall be written in eight and six. So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason; Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written And touching now the point of human skill, in eight and eight. Reason becomes the marshal to my will,

Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion? And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook Star. I fear it, I promise you. Love's stories written in love's richest book. Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery yourselves: to bring in, God shield us! a liou born?

among ladies is a most dreadful thing; for When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn? there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man, lion, living; and we ought to look to it. That I did never, no, nor never can,

Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell, Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, he is not a lion. But you must flout my insufficiency?

Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth you do, his face must be seen through the lion's neck; In such disdainful manner me to woo.

and he himself must speak through, saying thus, But fare you well: perforce I must confess, or to the same defect,--Ladies, or fair ladies, I I thought you lord of more true gentleness. would wish you, or, í would request you, or, I O, that a lady, of one man refus'd,

would entreat you, not to fear, not to tremble: Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! (Exit. my life for yours. If you think I come hither Lys. She sees not Hermia !-Hermia, sleep as a lion, it were pity of my life: No, I am no thou there;

such thing; I am a man as other men are > And never mayst thou come Lysander near! and there, indeed, let him name his name; and For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner. The deepest loathing to the stomach brings; Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two Or, as the heresies, that men do leave, hard things; that is, to bring the moon-light Are hated most of those they did deceive; into a chamber: for you know, Pyramus and So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,

Thisby meet by moon-light. Of all be hated; but the most of me!

Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we And all my powers, address your love and might, play our play? To honour Helen, and to be her knight! (Exit. Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the alHer. (starting.) Help me, Lysander, help me! manack; find out moon-shine, find out mooudo thy best,

shine. To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night. Ahme, for pity !-what a dream was here? Bol. Why, then you may leave a casement of Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear: the great chamber window, where we play, Methought a serpent eat my heart away, open; and the moon may shine in at the caseAnd you kat siniling at his cruel prey :

ment. Lysander! what remov'd ? Lysander! lord ! Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a What, out of hearing?

gone ? no sound, no word? bush of thorns and & lanthorn, and say, he Alack, where are you?

speak, an if you hear; comes to disfigure, or to present, the person of Speak, of all the loves: I swoon almost with fear. moon-shine. Then, there is another thing: we No ? — then I well perceive you are not nigh: must have a wall in the great chamber; for Either death, or you, I'll find immediately Pyramus and Thisby, says the story, did talk

(Ecit. through the chink of a wall.

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Snug. You never can bring in a wall.—What| Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery say you, Bottom?


Waking. Bot. Some man or other must present wall:


The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, and let him have some plaster, or some loan, The plain-somg cuckoo gray. or some rough-cast about him, to signify wall; Whose note full many a man doth mark, or let him hold his fingers thus, and through

And dares not answer, naythat cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper. for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish

Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though
sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse, he cry, cuckoo, never so?
your parts. Pyramus, you begin: when you Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again;
have spoken your speech, enter into that brake, Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note,
and so every one according to his cue.

So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; [me,
Enter Puck behind.

And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. swaggering here,

Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have lit-
So near the cradle of the fairy queen ? tle reason for that: And yet, to say the truth,
What, a play toward ? I'll be an auditor; reason and love keep little company together
An actor, too, perhaps, if I see cause. now-a-days: The more the pity, that some hon-

Quin. Speak, Pyramiis:- Thisby, stand forth. est neighbours will not make them friends.
Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours swett,- Nay, I can gleek upon occasion.
Quin. Odours, odours.

l'ita. Thou art as wise as thou art beantiful. Pyr. -- odours swwvours sweet :

Bot. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.- to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve But hari, a voice! stay thou but here a while, mine own turn.

And by and by I will to thee appear. (Exit. Tin. Out of this wood do not desire to go ; Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. here!

(Aside.-Ezit. I am a spirit of no common rate: This. Must I speak now?

The summer still doth tend upon my state. Cuin. Ay, marry, must you: for you must And I do love thee: therefore, go understand, he goes but to see a noise that he I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee; heard, and is to come again.

[hue, And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep: This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost

Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, sleep:
Most brisky Juvenal, and cke most lovely Jew, And I will purge thy mortal grossness so

As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire, That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.-
I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. Peas-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-

Quin. Ninus' tomb, man: Why you must not seed! speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus,

Enter four Fairies. you speak all your part at once, cues and all.

1 Fai. Ready. Pyramus, enter; your cue is past; it is, never 2 Fai.

And I. tire.

3 Fai.

And I. Re-enter Puck, and BOTTOM with an ass's head. 4 Fai.

And I This. 0,-- As true as truest horse that yet would AU. Where shall we go? never fire.

Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;

Quin. O monstrous ! O strange! we are haunted. Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, Pray, masters 1 fiy, masters! help!

With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;

[Exeunt Clowns, The honey bags steal from the hwinble bees, Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs, round,

(through brier; And light them at the fiery glowworm's eyes, Through bog, through bush, through brake, To have my love to bed, and to arise; Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, And pluck the wings from painted butterflies.

A hog, a headless hear, sometiine a fire; To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes: And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. burn,

1 Fai. Hail, mortal! Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. 2 Fai. Hail!

(Exit. 3 Fai. Hail! Bol. Why do they run away? this is a knavery

4 Fai. Hail! of them, to make me afeard.

Bot. I cry your worship's mercy, heartily,
Re-enter SNOUT.

I beseech, your worship's name?
Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed! what do Cob. Cobweb.
I see on thee?

(of your own; Do you? Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance. Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's head good inaster Cobweb; if I cut my finger, I shall Re-enter QUINCE.

make bold with you. Your name, honest genQuin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou tleman? art translated.


Pras. Peas-blossom.
Bot. I see their knavery, this is to make an Bol. I pray you, commend me to mistress
ass of me; to fright ne, if they could. But I Squash, your mother, and to master Peaseoul,
will not stir from this place, do what they can: your father. Good master Peas-blossom, I shall
I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, desire you of more acquaintance 100.-Your
that they shall hear I am not afraid. [Sings. name, I beseech you, sir?
The ousel-cock, so black of huc,

Mus. Mustard-seed.
With orange-tawny bill,

Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your
T'he throstle with his note so true,

patience well: that same cowardly, giant-like
The wren with little guilla

ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of

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