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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!

Enter Puck.

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,
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 eyes :
And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
From off the head of this 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 wast wont to be
See, as thou wast wont to see :
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower

Hath such force and blessed power.
Now, my Titania, wake you, my fweet Queen.

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

0b. There lies your love.

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

Ob. Silence, a while ; Robin, take off his head
Titania, music call ; and strike more dead
Than common sleep of all these five the sense.
Queen. Music, ho! mufic; such as charmeth

Still Music. Puck. When thou awak'st, with thine own fool's

eyes peep. 0b. Sound, Music ; come, my Queen, take hand


with me,

And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be.
Now thou and I are new in amity ;
And will to-morrow midnight solemnly
Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly,
And bless it to all far posterity:
There shall these pairs of faithful lovers be



Wedded, with Theseus, all in jolliiy.

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

Ob. Then, my Queen, in filence fad;
Trip we after the night's shade ;
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wand'ring moon.

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

Exeunt. Wind horns within.


Enter Theseus, Egeus, Hippolita, and all his Train. T'he. : O one of


find out the forester,
For now our obfervation is perform'd,
And since we have the vaward of the day,
My love shall hear the music of hounds.
Uncouple in the western valley, go,
Dispatch, I say, and find the forester.
We will, fair Queen, up to the mountain's top,
And mark the musical confusion
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
When in a wood of Creet they bay'd the bear
With hounds of Sparta ; never did I hear
Such gallant chiding. For besides the groves,
* The skies, the fountains, ev'ry region near
Seem'd all one mutual


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,


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Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapid, like Thessalian bulls ;
Slow in,pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells,
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never hallo'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
In Creet, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:
Judge, when you hear. But soft, what nymphs are

Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep,
And this Lysander, this Demetrius is,
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena ;
I wonder at their being here together.

Thes. No doubt, they rose up early to observe
The Rite of May; and, hearing our intent,
Came here in grace of our Solemnity.
But speak, Egeus, is not this the day,
That Hermia should give answer of her choice?

Ege. It is, my lord.
Thes. Go bid the huntsmen wake them with their

Horns, and shout within ; Demetrius, Lysander, Hermia,

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:
I know, you two are rival enemies.
How comes this gentle concord in the world,
That hatred is so far from jealousy,
To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?

Lyf. My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Half sleep, half waking. But as yet, I swear,
I cannot truly say how I came here:
But as I think, (for truly would I speak,)
And now I do bethink me, so it is;
I came with Herinia hither. Our intent
Was to be gone from Athens, where we might be
Without the peril of th’ Athenian law.


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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,
Of this their purpose hither to this wood;
And I in fury hither follow'd them;
Fair Helena in fancy following me,
But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,
But by some power it is, my love to Hermia
Is melted as the snow ; seems to me now
As the remembance of an idle gaude,
Which in my childhood I did doat

And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
The object and the pleasure of mine eye,
Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
Was I betrothed ere I Hermia saw;
But like a fickness did I loath this food;
But, as in health, come to niy natural taste,
Now do I wish it, love it, long for it;
And will for ever more be true to it.

Thef. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
Of this discourse we shall hear more anon.
Egeus, I will over-bear your will;
For in the temple, by and by with us,
These couples shall eternally be knit;
And for the morning now is something worn,
Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside.
Away, with us to Athens; three and three,
We'll hold a feast in great folemnity.
Come, Hippolita. (Exeunt Duke, Hippolita and Train.

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;


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