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Snug. You never can bring in a wall. What say

you, Bottom?

Bot. Some man or other must present Wall; and let him have some plafter, or some lome, or some rough cast about him, to signify wall: Or let him hold his fingers thus; and through the cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.

Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down every mother's fon, and rehearse your parts. Pyramus, you begin ; when you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake; and so every one according to his cue.

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Enter Puck behind.
Puck, THAT hempen home-spuns have we swag-

gering here.
So near the cradle of the fairy Queen ?
What, a play tow'rd? I'll be an auditor;
An Ador too, perhaps, if I fee cause.

Quin. Speak, Pyramus; Thisby, stand forth.
Pyr. Thisoy, the flower of odious savours sweet.
Quin. Odours, odours.
Pyr. Odours, savours sweet.

So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby, dear;
But hark, a voice! stay thou but here a whit;

And, by and by, I will to thee appear. [Exit Pyr. Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er plaid here ! [Afide. This. Must I speak now?

Quin. Ay, marry, mult you; for you muft understand, he gocs but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again.

This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lilly-white of hue,

Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, Most brilky Juvenile, and eke most lovely few,

As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire, I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. Quin.

Quin. Ninus' tomb, man; why you must not speak that yet: that you answer to Pyramus; you speak all your part at once, cues and all. Pyramus, enter; your cue is paft; it is, never tire.

Re-enter Bottom, with an Afs-head. This. 0,--As true as truest horse, that yet would

never tire. Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine.

Quin. O monstrous ! O strange! we are haunted ; pray, masters; fly, masters; help! (The Clowns exeunt.

Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round. Through bog, through bush, through brake,

through brier; Sometimes a horse I'll be, sometimes a hound,

A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire, And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar and burn, Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. [Ex.

Bot. Why do they run away ? this is a knavery of them to make me afeard.

Enter Snowt. Snowt. O Bottom, thou art chang’d; what do I see on thee?

Bot. What do you see? you see an ass-head of your own, do you?

Enter Quince. Quin. Bless thee, Bottom, bless thee; thou art tranflated.

Bot. I see their knavery, this is to make an ass of me, to fright me if they could; but I will not stir from this place, do what they can; I will walk up and down here, and I will fing, that they shall hear I am not afraid.

Sings. The Ousel cock, so black of hue,

With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill.

Queen. .

Queen. What angel wakes me from my flow'ry bed?

[Waking. Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, [Sings.

The plain-song cuckow gray,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,

And dares not answer, nay. For, indeed, who would set his Wit to so foolish a bird? who would give a bird the lie, tho' he cry cuckow never fo?

Queen. I pray thee, gentle mortal, fing again; Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note, So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; And thy fair virtue's force (perforce) doth move me On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.

Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days. The more the pity, that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can * gleek upon occasion.

Queen. Thou art as wife, as thou art beautiful.

Bot. Not so neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn,

Queen. Out of this wood do not desire to go, Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit of no common rate; The summer still doth tend upon my state, And I do love thee; therefore, go I'll give thee fairies to attend on thec; And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, And sing, while thou on pressed flowers doft sleep: And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardfeed !

with me,

* Joke or Scoff.

Mr. Pop.

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2 Fair. And I.
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Fair. And I.
4 Fair. And I: where shall we go?

Queen. Be kind, and courteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks, and gambole in his eyes ;
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs and mulberries,
The honey-bags steal from the humble bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs,
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes,
To have

my

love to bed, and to arise:
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping Eyes ;
Nod to him elves, and do him courtesies.

1 Fair. Hail, mortal, hail !
2 Fair. Hail!
3 Fair, Hail!

Bot. I cry your worship's mercy heartily; I beseech your worship's name.

Cob. Cobweb.

Bot. I shall desire of you more acquaintance, good master Cobweb; if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honelt gentleman.

Pease. Peafeblossom.

Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash your mother, and to master Peafecod your father. Good master Peaseblossom, I shall desire of you more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, Sir.

Muf. Mustardfeed.

Bot. Good master Mufiardfeed, I know your parentage well: that same cowardly giant-like Ox-beef hath devour'd many a gentleman of your house. I

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ere now.

promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water

I defire more of your acquaintance, good master Mustardfeed.

Qu. Come, wait upon him, lead him to my bower,

The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye; And when she weeps, weep ev'ry little flower,

Lamenting some enforced chastity! Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently.[Exeunt

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Enter King of Fairies. 06. Wonder, if Titania be awak'd:

Then what it was that next came in her eye, Which she mult doat on in extremity.

Enter Puck. Here comes my messenger! how now, mad sprite, What night-rule now about this haunted grove?

Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love. Near to her close and consecrated bower, While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, A crew of patches, rude mechanicals, That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, Were met together to rehearse a play, Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day. The shallow'st thick-skin of that barren fort, Who Pyramus presented, in their sport Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake; When I did him at this advantage take, An ass's nole I fixed on his head; Anon, his Thisby must be answered, And forth my minnock comes : when they him fpy, As wild geefé, that the creeping fowler eye, Or russet-pated choughs, many in fort, Rising and cawing at the gun's report,

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