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Lys. Keep promise, love: Look, here comes | But herein mean I to enrich my pain,

To have his sight thither, and back again. [Erit.
Her. God speed fair Helena! Whither away? SCENE II. — The same. A Room in a Cottage.

Hel. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. Demetrius loves you fair: O happy fair!

Enter Snug, BOTTOM, Flute, Sout, QUINCE, and

Youreyes are lode-stars®; and your tongue's sweet air
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,

Quin. Is all our company here?
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. Bot. You were best to call them generally, man
Sickness is catching; 0, were favour 7 so! by man, according to the scrip.
Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;

Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name, My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,

which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody. our interlude before the duke and duchess, on his Nere the world mine, Demetrius being bated, wedding-day at night. The rest I'll give to be to you translated.

Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the 0, teach me how you look; and with what art play treats on; then read the names of the actors; You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. and so grow to a point.

Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. Quin. Marry, our play is - The most lamentable Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and such skill !

Thisby. Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me. Bot

. A very good piece of work, I assure you, Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. and a merry. -- Now, good Peter Quince, call forth Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. your actors by the scroll: Masters, spread yourselves. Hel. None, but your beauty ; 'Would that fault Quin. Answer, as I call you. — Nick Bottom, were mine!

the weaver. Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my face, Bot. Ready: Name what part I am for, and Lysander and myself will fly this place.

proceed. Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold : Quin. You, Nick Bottom,are set down for Pyramus. To-morrow night when Phæbe doth behold

Bot. What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant. Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass,

Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, for love. (A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,) Bot. That will ask some tears in the true perThrough Athans' gates have we devis'd to steal. forming of it: If I do it, let the audience look to

Her. And in the wood, where often you and I their eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, some measure. To the rest : - Yet my chief huEmptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet; mour is for a tyrant : I could play Ercles rarely, There my Lysander and myself shall meet : or a part to tear a cat in, to make all split. And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes,

“ The raging rocks, To seek new friends and stranger companies.

“ With shivering shocks, Farewell, sweet play-fellow; pray thou for us,

“ Shall break the locks And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius!

“ Of prison gates : Keep word, Lysander : we must starve our sight

“ And Phibbus' car From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight.

“ Shall shine from far, (Erit HERM.

• And make and mar Lys. I will, my Hermia. - Helena, adieu :

“ The foolish fates." As you on him, Demetrius dote on you! (Eril Lys. Hel

. How happy some, o'er other some can be! This was lofty! - Now name the rest of the players Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.

- This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; more condoling. He will not know what all but he do know.

Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,

Flu. Here, Peter Quince. So I, admiring of his qualities.

Quin. You must take Thisby on you. Things base and vile, holding no quantity,

Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;

Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

have a beard coming. Nor hąth love's mind of any judgment taste;

Quin. That's all one; you shall play it in a mask, Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste: and you may speak as small as you will. And therefore is love said to be a child,

Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play, Thisby Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.

too : I'll speak in a monstrous little voice; - Thisne, As waggish boys in game 8 themselves forswear, Thisne, Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy Thiste So the boy love is perjur'd every where :

dear : and lady dear ! For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne 9,

Quin. No, no: you must play Pyramus, and, He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine;

Flute, you Thisby. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight;

Bot. Well, proceed. Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night,

Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor. Pursue her; and for this intelligence

Starv. Here, Peter Quince. If I have thanks, it is a dear expence :

Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's 6 Pole stars.

mother. - Tom Snout, the tinker, 7 Countenance.

Snout. Here Peter Quince.

8 Sport.

9 Eyes

Quin. You, Pyramus's father ; myself Thisby's one shall see in a summer's day: a most lovely, father ;

Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part : gentleman-like man; therefore you must needs and, I hope, here is a play fitted.

play Pyramus. Snug. Have you the lion's part written? pray Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study. I best to play it in ?

Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing Quin. Why, what you will. but roaring.

Bot. I will discharge it in either your strawBot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that coloured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will purple-in-grain beard, or your perfect yellow. rour, that I will make the duke say, Let him roar Quin. Masters, here are your parts: and I am again, Let him roar again.

to entreat you, request you, and desire you, to con Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you would them by to morrow night; and meet me in the fright the duchess and the ladies, that they would palace wood, a mile without the town, by moonshriek: and that were enough to hang us all. light; there will we rehearse : for if we meet in

AU. That would hang us every mother's son. the city, we shall be dog'd with company, and our Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should devices known. In the mean time, I will draw a fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have bill of properties, such as our play wants. I pray no more discretion but to hang us: but I will ag- you, fail me not. gravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse as any sucking dove; I will roar you an ! 'twere courageously. Take pains; be perfect; adieu. any nightingale.

Quin. At the duke's oak we meet. Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus; for Bot. Enough: Hold, or cut bow-strings. 7 Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as



SCENE I. A Wood near Athens.

Skim inilk; and sometimes labour in the quern 8,

And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; Enter a Fairy at one door, and Puck at another. And sometimes make the drink to bear no barmy; Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you?

Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm ? Fai. Over hill, over dale,

Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, Thorough bush, thorough briar,

You do their work, and they shall have good luck :
Over park, over pale,

Are not you he?
Thorough flood, thorough fire,


Thou speak'st aright;
I do wander every where,

I am that merry wanderer of the night.
Swifter than the moones sphere;

I jest to Oberon, and make him smile,
And I serve the fairy queen,

When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, To dew her orbs ? upon the green:

Neighing in likeness of a silly foal : The cowslips tall her pensioners be;

And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, In their gold coats spots you see ;

In very likeness of a roasted crab '; Those be rubies, fairy favours,

And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, In those freckles live their savours:

And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. I must go seek some dew-drops here,

The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Farewell, thou lob 3 of spirits, I'll be gone;

Then slip I from her, and down topples she, Our queen and all her elves come here anon.

And tailor cries, and falls into a cough; Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to-night; And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe ; Take heed, the queen come not within his sight,

And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,

A merrier hour was never wasted there. Because that she, as her attendant, hath

But room, Fairy, here comes Oberon. A lovely boy, stol’n from an Indian king;

Fai. And here my mistress : -'Would that he She never had so sweet a changeling:

were gone! And jealous Oberon would have the child

Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild :
But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy,

Enter Oberox, at one door, with his train, and Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy:

TITANIA, at another, with hers.
And now they never meet in grove, or green, Obe. Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen“,

Tita. What, jealous Oberon ? Fairy, skip hence;
But they do square 5; that all their elves, for fear, I have forsworn his bed and company.
Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there.

Obe. Tarry, rash wanton : Am not I thy lord ? Fai. Fither I mistake your shape and making quite, Tita. Then I must be thy lady: But I know Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite,

When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,
Calld Robin Goodfellow : are you not he, And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
That fright the maidens of the villagery;

6 Articles required in performing a play: 1 As if. 2 Circles. 3 A term of contempt.

7 At all events. * Shining. 5 Quarrel

1 Wild apple.

8 Mill.

9 Yeast.

Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love If you will patiently dance in our round,
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here, And see our moonlight revels, go with us;
Come from the farthest steep of India ?

If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,

Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love, Tita. Not for thy kingdom. Faries, away : To Theseus must be wedded; and you come We shall chide downright, if I longer stay. To give their bed joy and prosperity.

[Exeunt TITANIA, and her tram. Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania, Obe. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,

grove, Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ?

Till I torment thee for this injury. — Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering My gentle Puck, come hither: Thou remember'st night,

Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And make him with fair Æglé break his faith, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back,
With Ariadne, and Antiopa ?

Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy :

That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And never since the middle summer's spring, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,

To hear the sea-maid's musick. By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,


I remember. Or on the beached margent of the sea,

Obe. That very time I saw, but thou could'st not, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. Cupid all arm’d: A certain aim he took Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,

At a fair vestal, throned by the west ; As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : Have every pelting ? river made so proud,

But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft That they have overborne their continents 3 : Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, And the imperial vot’ress passed on, The ploughman lost his sweat ; and the green corn In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Hath rotted ere his youth attain’d a beard :

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : The fold stands empty in the drowned field, It fell upon a little western flower, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; Before, milk-white; now purple with love's woundThe nine men's morris * is fill'd up with mud; And maidens call it love-in-idleness. And the quaint mazes in the wanton green, Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once : For lack of tread, are undistinguishable :

The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid, The human mortals want their winter here ; Will make or man or woman madly dote No night is now with hymn or carol blest :

Upon the next live creature that it sees. Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Fetch me this herb : and be thou here again, Pale in her anger, washes all the air,

Ere the Leviathan can swim a league. That rheumatick diseases do abound:

Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth And thorough this distemperature, we see

In forty minutes

(Erit Puck. The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts


Having once this juice, Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose ;

I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, And on old Hyem's chin, and icy crown,

And drop the liquor of it in her eyes : An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds The next thing then she waking looks upon, Is, as in mockery, set : The spring, the summer, (Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, The childing 5 autumn, angry winter, change On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,) Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world, She shall pursue it with the soul of love. By their increase, now knows not which is which : And ere I take this charm off from her sight, And this same progeny of evils comes

(As I can take it with another herb,) From our debate, from our dissension;

I'll make her render up her page to me. We are their parents and original.

But who comes here? I am invisible;
Obe. Do you amend it then ; it lies in you :

And I will over-hear their conference.
Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
I do but beg a little changeling boy,

Enler Demetrius, HELENA following him. To be my henchman. 6

Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue ine not. Tita.

Set your heart at rest, Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia? The fairy land buys not the child of me.

The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. His mother was a vot'ress of my order :

Thou told'st me they were stolen into this wood, And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,

And here am I, and wood 7 within this wood, Full often hath she gossip'd by my side ;

Because I cannot meet with Hermia. And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. Marking the embarked traders on the flood;

Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; But she, being mortal, of that boy did die ; But yet you draw not iron, for my heart And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy;

Is true as steel : Leave you your power to draw, And, for her sake, I will not part with him. And I shall have no power to follow you.

Obe. How long within this wood intend you stay ? Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair ? Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day. Or rather, do I not in plainest truth

Tell you — I do not, nor I cannot love you? 3 Banks which contain them. * Holes made for a game played by boys. 6 Autumn producing flowers unseasonably.

7 Raving mad.

2 Petty.

6 Page

Hel. And even for that do I love you the more. More fond on her, than she upon her love; I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,

And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. The more you beat me, I will fawn on you :

Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so. Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,

[Exeunt. Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,

SCENE III. Unworthy as I am, to follow you.

- Another part of the Wood. What worser place can I beg in your love,

Enter TITANIA, with her train. (And yet a place of high respect with me,) Than to be used as you use your dog?

Tita. Come, now a roundels, and a fairy song ; Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds ;

Then, for the third part of a minute, bence; spirit; For I am sick, when I do look on thee.

Some, war with rear-mice4 for their leathern wings, Hel. And I am sick, when I look not on you.

To make my small elves coats; and some, keep back Dem. You do impeach 8 your modesty too much, The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders To leave the city, and commit yourself

At our quaint spirits 5: Sing me now asleep ; Into the hands of one that loves you not.

Then to your offices, and let me rest.
Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.

It is not night, when I do see your face,
Therefore I think I am not in the night :

1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue, Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company;

Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen ;

Newts 6, and blind-worms 7, do no wrong; For you, in my respect, are all the world: Then how can it be said, I am alone,

Come not near our fairy queen : When all the world is here to look on me?

CHORUS. Philomel, with melody, Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the

Sing in our sweet lullaby ; brakes,

Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby : And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.

Never harm, nor spell, nor charm, Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you.

Come our lovely lady nighı ; Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd;

So, good night, with lullaby. Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase ;

II. The dove pursues the griffin ; the mild hind

2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here; Makes speed to catch the tiger : Bootless speed !

Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence ; When cowardice pursues, and valour flies.

Beetles black, approach not near ;
Dem. I will not stay thy questions : let me go :

Worm, nor snail, do no offence.
Or, if thou follow me, do not believe
But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.

CHORUS Philomel, with melody, fc.
Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field,

1 Fai. Hence, away; now all is well : You do me mischief. Fye, Demetrius!

One, aloof, stand sentinel.
Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex !
We cannot fight for love, as men may do ;

[Exeunt Fairies. TITANIA sleeps. We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.

I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon 9 the hand I love so well.

Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, [Exeunt Dem. and Hel.

[Squeezes the flower on TITANIA's eye-lids. Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this Do it for thy true love take;

Love, and languish for his sake : grove,

Be it ounce 8, or cat, or bear,
Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love. —

Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
Re-enter Puck.

In thy eye that shall appear
Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.

When thou wak'st, it is thy dear ; Puck. Ay, there it is.

Wake, when some vile thing is near. [En.
I pray thee, give it me.

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows;

Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine,

wood; With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine :

And to speak troth, I have forgot our way; There sleeps Titania, some time of the night,

We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;

And tarry for the comfort of the day. And there the snake throws her enamellid skin,

Her. Be it so, Lysander : find you out a bed, Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in :

For I upon this bank will rest my head. And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,

Such separation, as, may well be said, And make her full of hateful fantasies.

Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid : Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove: Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end!

So far be distant; and good night sweet friend : A sweet Athenian lady is in love With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes ;

Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; But do it, when the next thing he espies

And then end life, when I end loyalty !
May be the lady: Thou shalt know the man Here is my bed : sleep give thee all his rest!
By the Athenian garments he hath on.

Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be Effect it with some care; that he may prove


[They sleep 8 Bring in question,

Sports. 3 A kind of dance. 9 By.

8 The small tiger The greater cowslip. 2 Vigorous.

4 Bats. 7 Slow-worms.

6 Efts.

Enter Puck.

Hel. Do not say so, Lysander : say not so:

What though he love your Hermia? O, what though?
Puck. Through the forest have I gone,
But Athenian found I none,

Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content.
On whose eyes I might approve

Lys. Content with Hernia? No: I do repent

The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
This flower's force in stirring love,

Not Hermia, but Helena I love :
Night and silence ! who is here?

Who will not change a raven for a dove?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear :

The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
This is he my master said,

And reason says you are the worthier maid.
Despis'd the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,

Things growing are not ripe until their season :
On the dank and dirty ground.

So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason ;

And touching now the point of human skill,
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy.

Reason becomes the marshal to my will,
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw

And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook

Love's stories written in love's richest book.
All the power this charm doth owe 9 :
When thou wak'st let love forbid

Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.

When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn ? So awake, when I am gone ;

Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man

That I did never, no, nor never can,
For I must now to Oberon. (Exit.

Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
Enter DEMETRIUS and Helena, running.

But you must flout my insufficiency?

Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. In such disdainful manner me to woo. Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me But fare you well: perforce I must confess, thus.

I thought you lord of more true gentleness. Hel. O, wilt thou darkling' leave me? do not O, that a lady, of one man refus'd,

Should, of another, therefore be abus'd ! [Erit. Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go. Lys. She sees not Hermia: - Hermia, sleep thou (Exit DEMETRIUS.

Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase! And never may'st thou come Lysander near !
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
Happy is Hermia, whereso'er she lies;

The deepest loathing to the stomach brings
For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.

Or, as the heresies, that men do leave, How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt Are hated most of those they did deceive; tears :

So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy, If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. Of all be hated; but the most of me! No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;

And all my powers, address your love and might, For beasts that meet me, run away for fear : To honour Helen, and to be her knight! [Erit. Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius

Her. (Starting.) Help me, Lysander, help me! Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus :

do thy best, What wicked and dissembling glass of mine To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast ! Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne ? — Ah me, for pity! - what a dream was here? But who is here? Lysander ! on the ground ! Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear ! Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound: – Methought a serpent eat my heart away, Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.

And you sat smiling at his cruel prey : Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet Lysander! what, removed ? Lysander ! lord ! sake.

[Waking. What, out of hearing ? gone? no sound, no word ? Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, A lack, where are you? speak, an if you hear ; That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Speak, of all loves ?; I swoon almost with fear. Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word

No ? — then I well perceive you are not nigh: Is that vile name to perish on my sword !

Either death, or you, I'll find immediately. [Erit.

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SCENE I. - The same. The Queen of Fairies Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom ? lying asleep.

Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus Enter Quince, Snug, Bortom, Flute, Snout, and and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus STARVELING.

must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies

cannot abide. How answer you that? Bot. Are we all met ? Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous conve

Snout. By’rlakins, a parlous fear. nient place for our rehearsal : This green plot shall

Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out,

when all is done. be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring-house; and we will do it in action, as we will do it before

Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all

well. the duke.

Write me a prologue: and let the prologue Bot. Peter Quince,

seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords; 2 By all that is dear

3 By our ladykin.

o Possese.

1 In the dark.

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