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Fetch me this herb, and be thou here again,
Ere the Leviathan can fwim a league.

Puck. I'll put a girdly round about the earth
In forty minutes.

Ob. Having once this juice,

I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,

And drop the liquor of it in her

eyes:

The next thing which fhe waking looks upon,
(Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,
On medling monkey, or on bufy ape)
She shall pursue it with the foul of love:
And ere I take this charm from off her fight,
(As I can take it with another herb)
I'll make her render up her page to me.
But who comes here? I am invifible;
And I will over-hear their conference.

Dem.

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SCENE III.

Enter Demetrius, Helena following him.

Love thee not, therefore purfue me not.
Where is Lyfander, and fair Hermia?

The one I'll flay; the other flayeth me.

[Exit.

Thou told'st me, they were stoll'n into this wood; And here am I, and wood within this wood;

Hermia.

Because I cannot meet my
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.
Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant,
But yet you draw not iron; for my

heart

Is true as fteel. Leave you your pow'r to draw,
And I fhall have no pow'r to follow you.

Dem. Do I entice you? do I speak you fair?

Or rather do I not in plainest truth

Tell you, I do not, nor I cannot, love you?
Hel. And ev'n for that do I love thee the more;
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,

The more you beat I will fawn on you:

me,

Ufe

Ufe me but as your spaniel, fpurn me, ftrike me,
Neglect me, lofe me; only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow

you.

What worfer place can I beg in your love, (And yet a place of high refpect with me) Than to be used, as you use your dog?

Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; For I am fick, when I do look on thee.

Hel. And I am fick, when I look not on you.
Dem. You do impeach your modesty too much,,
To leave the city, and commit yourself
Into the hands of one that loves you not;
To truft the opportunity of night,

And the ill counsel of a defart place,
With the rich worth of your virginity.
Hel. Your virtue is my privilege; for that
It is not night when I do fee your face,
Therefore, I think, I am not in the night.
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company;
For
you in
my refpe& are all the world.
Then how can it be faid, I am alone;

When all the world is here to look on me?

Dem. I'll run from thee and hide me in the brakes, And leave thee to the mercy of wild Beafts.

Hel. The wildeft hath not fuch a heart as you; Run when you will, the ftory fhall be chang'd: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chafe; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes fpeed to catch the tyger. Bootlefs fpeed! When cowardife purfues, and valour flies.

Dem. I will not ftay thy questions; let me go: Or if thou follow me, do not believe,

But I fhall do thee mifchief in the wood.

Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, You do me mifchief. Fie, Demetrius,

Your wrongs do fet a scandal on my sex,

We cannot fight for love, as men may

do;

We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.
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I follow thee, and make a heav'n of hell;
To dic upon the hand, I love fo well.

FARE

SCENE IV.

[Exeunt.

Ob. ARE thee well, nymph; ere he doth leave this grove,

Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.
Haft thou the flow'r there? welcome, wanderer.
Enter Puck.

Puck. Ay, there it is.

Ob. I pray thee, give it me;

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where ox-lip and the nodding violet grows,
O'er-canopy'd with lufcious woodbine,

With fweet mufk-rofes, and with eglantine.
There fleeps Titania, fome time of the night,
Lull'd in thefe flow'rs with dances and delight;
And there the fnake throws her enammel'd skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:

And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,
And make her full of hateful fantafies.

Take thou fome of it, and feek through this grove;

A fweet Athenian lady is in love

With a difdainful youth; anoint his eyes;

But do it, when the next thing he espies
May be the lady. Thou shalt know the Man,
By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Effect it with fome care, that he may prove
More fond of her, than fhe upon her love;
And, look, you meet me ere the first cock crow.
Puck. Fear not, my lord, your fervant fhall do fo.

[Exeunt.

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Enter Queen of Fairies, with her train.

Qu. COME, now a roundel, and a Fairy fong:

Then, for the third part of the midnight, Some to kill cankers in the mufk-rofe buds, [hence; Some war with rear-mice for their leathern wings, To make my fmall elves coats; and fome keep back The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders At our quiant sports. Sing me now asleep: Then to your Offices, and let me rest.

Fairies fing.

You spotted fnakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen ;
Newts and blind worms, do no wrong;
Come not near our fairy Queen.
Philomel, with melody,

Sing in your fweet lullaby;

Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby :

Never harm, nor Spell, nor charm,

Come our lovely lady nigh;

So good night with lullaby.

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Enter Oberon.

Ob. What thou feeft, when thou doft wake, Do it for thy true love take:

Love and languifh for his fake;

Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, Pard, or boar with briftled hair, that fhall

In thy eye

appear,

When thou wak'ft, it is thy dear;

Wake, when some vile thing is near. [Exit Oberon.

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Enter Lyfander and Hermia.

Lyf. FAIR love, you faint with wandring in the

wood;

And, to speak troth, I have forgot our way:
We'll reft us, Hermia, if thou think it good,
And tarry for the comfort of the day.

Her. Be't fo, Lyfander; find you out a bed,
For I upon this bank will reft my head.

Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both, One heart, one bed, two bofoms, and one troth. Her. Nay, good Lyfander; for my fake, my dear, Lie further off yet, do not lie fo near.

Lyf. O take the sense, sweet, of my conference; Love takes the meaning, in love's innocense; I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit; So that but one heart can you make of it: Two bofoms, interchained with an oath; So then two bofoms, and a fingle troth: Then, by your fide no bed-room me deny; For lying fo, Hermia, I do not lie.

Her. Lyfander riddles very prettily; Now much befhrew my manners, and If Hermia meant to fay, Lyfander ly'd.

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