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So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend :
Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end ! Philomel, with melody,
Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; Sing in our sweet lullaby :
And then end life, when I end loyalty ! Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby : Here is my bed : Sleep give thee all his rest! Never harm, nor spell nor charm,
Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be Come our lovely lady nigh;
[They sleep. So, good night, with lullaby.
Puck. Through the forest have I gone, 2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here ;
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and silence ! who is here?
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid ;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound, 1 Fai. Hence, away; now all is well :
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul ! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe: Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake,
When thou wak’st, let love forbid [Spueezes the flower on Titania's eye-lids.
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid. Do it for thy true love take;
So awake, when I am gone; Love, and languish for his sake :
For I must now to Oberon. [Erit. Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running. In thy eye that shall appear
Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet DeWhen thou wak’st, it is thy dear;
metrius. Wake, when some vile thing is near. [Erit. Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt
me thus. Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA.
Hel. O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in Dem. Stay, on thy peril ; I alone will go. the wood;
[Erit Demetrius. And, to speak troth, I have forgot our way; Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase ! We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
And tarry for the comfort of the day. Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies;
Her. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed, For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. For I upon this bank will rest my head. How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt
Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; tears : One heart, one bed, two bosoins, and one troth. If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. Her. Nay, good Lysander ; for my sake, my No, no, I am as ugly as a bear; dear,
For beasts that meet me, run away for fear : Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.
Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my inno- Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus. cence ;
What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Love takes the meaning, in love's conference. Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne?I mean, that my heart unto your's is knit; But who is here?-Lysander ! on the ground ! So that but one heart we can make of it: Dead ? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound:Two bosoms interchained with an oath ; Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake. So then, two bosoms, and a single troth.
Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy Then, by your side ne bed-room me deny;
[ Waking. For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, Her. Lysander riddles very prettily. That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, Where is Demetrius ? O, how fit a word If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied. Is that vile name, to perish on my sword ! But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so: Lie further off; in human modesty
What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what Such separation, as, may well be said,
though? Becomes a virtaous bachelor and a maid: Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content.
Lys. Content with Hermia? No: I do repent
Lys. She sees not Hermia :-Hermia, sleep
me ! do thy best,
SCENE I.-The same. The Queen of Fairies Bot. No, make it two more ; let it be written lying asleep.
in eight and eight.
Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, lion ? and STARVELING.
Star. I fear it, I promise you. Bot. Are we all met?
Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous con- yourselves : to bring in, God shield us ! a lion venient place for our rehearsal : This green plot among ladies, is a most dreadful thing ; for there shalt be our stage, this hawthorn brake our ty- is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion, ring house ; and we will do it in action, as we living; and we ought to look to it. will do it before the duke.
Snout. Therefore another prologue must tell Bot. Peter Quince,
he is not a lion. Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom ? Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half Bot
. There are things in this comedy of Py- his face must be seen through the lion's neck; ramus and Thisby, that will never please. First, and he himself must speak through, saying thus, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; or to the same defect, -Ladies, or fair ladies, I which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you would wish you, or, I would request you, or, I
would entreat you, not to fear, not to tremble ; Snout. By'rlakin, a parlous fear.
my life for yours. If you think I come hither Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, as a lion, it were pity of my life: No, I am no when all is done.
such thing; I am a man as other men are:Bot. Not a whit: I have a device to make all and there, indeed, let him name his name; and well
. Write me a prologue: and let the pro- tell them plainly, he is Snug the joiner. logue seem to say, we will do no harm with our Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two swords ; and that Pyramus is not killed indeed: hard things ; that is, to bring the moon-light and, for the more better assurance, tell them, into a chamber: for you know, Pyramus and that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom Thisby meet by moon-light. the weaver: This will put them out of fear. Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we
Quin. Well, we will have such a proloque; play our play? and it shall be written in eight and six.
Bot. A calendar, a calendar ! look in the al
manack; find out moon-shine, find out moon Quin. O monstrous ! O strange! we are shine.
haunted. Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.
Pray, masters ! fly, masters ! help! Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of
[Èteunt Clowns. the great chamber window, where we play, open; Puck. I'll follow
I'll lead you about a and the moon may shine in at the casement.
round, Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a Through bog, through bush, through brake, bush of thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he comes through brier ; to disfigure, or to present, the person of moon- Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, shine. Then, there is another thing: we must A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire ; have a wall in the great chamber ; for Pyramus And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and and Thisby, says the story, did talk through the burn, chink of a wall.
Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. Snug. You never can bring in a wall.-What
[Erit. say you, Bottom?
Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knaBot. Some man or other must present wall : very of them, to make me afeard. and let him have some plaster, or some lome, or some rough-cast about him, to signify wall; or
Re-enter Snout. let him hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper.
Snout. O, Bottom, thou art changed ! what Quin. If that may be, then all is well
do I see on thee? sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your
Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's head parts. Pyramus, you begin : when you have of your own; do you? spoken your speech, enter into that brake; and
Re-enter QUINCE. so every one according to his cue.
Quin. Bless thee, Bottom ! bless thee! thou Enter Puck behind. art translated.
. Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we Bot. I see their knavery: this is to make an swaggering here,
ass of me; to fright me, if they could. But I So near the cradle of the fairy queen ?
will not stir from this place, do what they can: What, a play toward ? I'll be an auditor; I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.
that they shall hear I am not afraid. [Sings, Quin. Speak, Pyramus : Thisby, stand forth. Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours The ousel-cock, so black of hue, sweet,
With orange tawney bill, Quin. Odours, odours.
The throstle with his note so true, Pyr. odours savours sueet ;
The wren with little quill ;
[Waking. Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here!
Exit. Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, This. Must I speak now?
The plain-song cuckoo gruy, Quin. Ay, marry, must you : for you must Whose note full many a man doth mark, understand, he goes but to see a noise that he
And dares not answer, nay ; heard, and is to come again. This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lilye-white for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish of hue,
a bird ? who would give a bird the lie, though Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, he cry cuckoo never so? Most briskly juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew, Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again :
As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire, Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note,
Quin. Ninus' tomb, man : Why, you must And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move not speak that yet ; that you answer to Pyramus:
me, you speak all your part at once, cues and all. On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. Pyramus, enter ; your cue is past; it is, never Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have tire.
little reason for that : And yet, to say the truth, Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass's head. now-a-days: The more the pity, that some ho
reason and love keep little company together This. 0,-As true as truest horse, that yet nest neighbours will not make them friends. would never tire.
Nay, I can gleek upon occasion. Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only T'ita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. thine :
Bot. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough
to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve Lamenting some enforced chastity. mine own turn.
Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go;
[Exeunt. 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,
SCENE II.-Another part of the wood. And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;
Which she must dote on in extremity.
Enter Puck. Peas-blossom ! Cobweb ! Moth! and Mustard- Here comes my messenger.—How now, mad secd!
What night-rule now about this haunted grove? Enter four Fairies.
Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower, 1 Fai. Ready.
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, 2 Fai. And I.
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals, 3 Fai. And I.
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, 4 Fai. Where shall we go?
Were met together to rehearse a play, Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentle- Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day. man ;
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ; Who Pyramus presented, in their sport Feed him with apricocks, and dewberries, Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake: With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; When I did him at this advantage take, The honey bags steal from the humble-bees, An ass's nowl I fixed on his head ; And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs, Anon, his Thisbe must be answered, And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, And forth my mimick comes : When they him To have my love to bed, and to arise ;
spy, And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes : Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. Rising and cawing at the gun's report, 1 Fai. Hail, mortal!
Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky; 2 Fai. Hail!
So, at his sight, away his fellows fiy: 3 Fai. Hail !
And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls ; 4 Fai. Hail !
He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. Bot. I cry your worships mercy, heartily.-I Their sense, thus weak, 'lost with their fears, beseech, your worship’s name.
thus strong, Cob. Cobweb.
Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; good master Cobweb : If I cut my finger, I shall Some, sleeves; some, hats: from yielders all make bold with you. Your name, honest gen
things catch. tleman ?
I led them on in this distracted fear, Peas. Peas-blossom.
And left sweet Pyramus translated there: Bot. I pray you, commend me to Mrs Squash, When in that moment (so it came to pass,) your mother, and to master Peas-cod, your father. Titania wak’d, and straightway lov'd an ass. Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire you of Obe. This falls out better than I could devise. more acquaintance too.—Your name, I beseech But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do? Mus. Mustard-seed.
Puck. I took him sleeping,—that is finish'd Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your
too, patience well : that same cowardly, giant-like And the Athenian woman by his side ; ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your That, when he wak’d, of force she must be ey’d. house : I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire you more ac
Enter DEMETRIUS and HERMIA. quaintance, good master Mustard-seed.
Obe. Stand close ; this is the same Athenian: Tita. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my Puck. This is the woman, but not this the
bower. The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so And when she weeps, weeps every little tower, Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, worse ;
And Helena of Athens look thou find : For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,
dear : And kill me too.
By some illusion see thou bring her here: The sun was not so true unto the day, I'll charm his eyes, against she do appear. As he to me: Would he have stol'n away Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go; From sleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon, Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. This whole earth may be bor’d; and that the
Obe. Flower of this purple die, May through the center creep, and so displease Hit with Cupid's archery, Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes.
Sink in apple of his eye! It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him ;
When his love he doth espy, So should a murderer look; so dead, so grim.
Let her shine as gloriously Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so As the Venus of the sky.should I,
When thou wak’st, if she be by,
Puck. Captain of our fairy band, is he?
Helena is here at hand; Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
And the youth, mistook by me, Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my Pleading for a lover's fee; hounds.
Shall we their fond pageant see? Her. Out, dog ! out, cur! thou driv’st me Lord, what fools these mortals be! past the bounds
Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then? Will cause Demetrius to awake. Henceforth be never number'd among men !
Puck. Then will two at once, woo one ; 0! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake; That must needs be sport alone; Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, And those things do best please me, And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? 0 brave That befal preposterously.
touch! Could not a worm, an adder, do so much ?
Enter LYSANDER and HELENA. An adder did it; for with doubler tongue Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. Lys. Why should you think, that I should Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris’d woo in scorn ? mood :
Scorn and derision never come in tears: I am not guilty of Lysander's blood ;
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. In their nativity all truth appears.
Her. I pray thee, tell me then, that he is well. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Dem. An if I could, what should I get there Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true fore?
Hel. You do advance your cunning more and Her. A privilege, never to see me more.And from thy hated presence part I so:
When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! See me no more, whether he be dead or no. These vows are Hermia's: Will you give her
[Exit. o'er ? Dem. There is no following her in this fierce Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing vein :
weigh : Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow Will even weigh ; and both as light as tales. For debt, that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. Which now, in some slight measure it will pay, Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give If for his tender here I make some stay.
[Lies down. Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not Obe. What hast thou done ? thou hast mis
you. taken quite,
Dem. [Awaking.] o, Helen, goddess, nymph, And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight:
perfect, divine ! Of thy misprision must perforce ensue To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Some true-love turn’d, and not a false turn'd true. Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! holding troth,
That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, A million fail, confounding oath on oath. Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow,