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Queen. What, wilt thou hear some mufic, my sweet love?
Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music; let us have the tongs and bones.
Rural Music, Tongs, &c. Queen. Or say, sweet love, what thou desir'st 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 feek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee thence new nuts.
Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of dried peafe. But, I pray you, let none of your people İtir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.
Queen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away: arms; So doth the woodbine, the sweet honey-suckle, Gently entwist the Maple; Ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the Elm. O, how I love thee! how I doat on thee!
Ob. Welcome, good Robin; Seest thou this sweet
sight? 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 flouriet'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,
Be, as thou wast wont to be
Hath such force and blessed power.
Queen. My Oberon! what vifions have I seen!
0b. There lies your love.
Queen. How came these things to pass ?
Ob. Silence, a while ; Robin, take off his head
Still Music. Puck. When thou awak'st, with thine own fool's
eyes peep. 0b. Sound, Music ; come, my Queen, take hand
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be.
Wedded, with Theseus, all in jolliiy.
Puck. Fairy King, attend and mark ;
Ob. Then, my Queen, in filence fad;
Queen. Come, my lord, and in our flight
Exeunt. Wind horns within.
S CE N E II.
Enter Theseus, Egeus, Hippolita, and all his Train. T'he. : O one of
find out the forester,
Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Thes. 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 ;
* The Skies, the Fountains, l----"Tis believed the true Reading is Mountains,
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapid, like Thessalian bulls ;
Thes. No doubt, they rose up early to observe
Ege. It is, my lord.
and Helena, wake and start up. Thes. Good morrow, friends ; Saint Valentine is pasi: Begin these wood-birds but to couple now ?
Lys. Pardon, my lord.
Thes. I pray you all, stand up:
Lyf. My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Ege. Enough, enough; my lord, you have enough;
; I beg the law, the law upon his head: They would have stoll'n away, they would, Demetrius, Thereby to have defeated you and me; You, of your wife ; and me, of my consent; Of my consent, that she should be your wife.
Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
Thef. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
Dem. These things seem small and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.
Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted Eye; When every thing seems double. Hel. So methinks;