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A midsummer night's dream The pale companion is not for our And stolen the impression of her

pomp. fantasy
Act i
Exit philostrate With bracelets of thy hair, rings,
Scene i. Athens. The palace of theseus.
gawds, conceits,
Hippolyta, i woo'd thee with my
sword, Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats,
Enter theseus, hippolyta, philostrate, messengers
And won thy love, doing thee injuries;
and attendants
Of strong prevailment in unharden'd
But i will wed thee in another key,
Theseus youth:
With pomp, with triumph and with
Now, fair hippolyta, our nuptial hour With cunning hast thou filch'd my
daughter's heart,
Draws on apace; four happy days bring
in Turn'd her obedience, which is due to
Enter egeus, hermia, lysander, and me,
Another moon: but, o, methinks, how
slow To stubborn harshness: and, my
Egeus gracious duke,
This old moon wanes! She lingers my
desires, Happy be theseus, our renowned duke! Be it so she; will not here before your
Like to a step-dame or a dowager Theseus grace
Consent to marry with demetrius,
Long withering out a young man Thanks, good egeus: what's the news
revenue. with thee? I beg the ancient privilege of athens,
Hippolyta Egeus As she is mine, i may dispose of her:
Four days will quickly steep themselves Full of vexation come i, with Which shall be either to this gentleman
in night; complaint
Or to her death, according to our law
Four nights will quickly dream away Against my child, my daughter hermia.
Immediately provided in that case.
the time;
Stand forth, demetrius. My noble lord,
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
This man hath my consent to marry her.
What say you, hermia? Be advised fair
New-bent in heaven, shall behold the
Stand forth, lysander: and my gracious maid:
To you your father should be as a god;
Of our solemnities.
This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of
One that composed your beauties, yea,
Theseus my child;
and one
Go, philostrate, Thou, thou, lysander, thou hast given
To whom you are but as a form in wax
her rhymes,
Stir up the athenian youth to
By him imprinted and within his power
merriments; And interchanged love-tokens with my
child: To leave the figure or disfigure it.
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of
mirth; Thou hast by moonlight at her window Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.
Turn melancholy forth to funerals; Hermia
With feigning voice verses of feigning
So is lysander.
Theseus To live a barren sister all your life, You have her father's love, Demetrius;
in himself he is; Chanting faint hymns to the cold Let me have Hermia's: do you marry
fruitless moon. him.
But in this kind, wanting your father's
voice, Thrice-blessed they that master so their EGEUS
The other must be held the worthier. Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; love,
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, And what is mine my love shall render
I would my father look'd but with my
eyes. Than that which withering on the
virgin thorn And she is mine, and all my right of her
Grows, lives and dies in single I do estate unto Demetrius.
Rather your eyes must with his
judgment look. LYSANDER
Hermia I am, my lord, as well derived as he,
So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,
I do entreat your grace to pardon me. As well possess'd; my love is more than
Ere I will my virgin patent up his;
I know not by what power i am made
bold, Unto his lordship, whose unwished My fortunes every way as fairly
yoke rank'd,
Nor how it may concern my modesty,
My soul consents not to give If not with vantage, as Demetrius';
In such a presence here to plead my
thoughts; And, which is more than all these
THESEUS boasts can be,
But i beseech your grace that i may
know Take time to pause; and, by the nest I am beloved of beauteous Hermia:
new moon--
The worst that may befall me in this Why should not I then prosecute my
case, The sealing-day betwixt my love and right?
If i refuse to wed demetrius. Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,
For everlasting bond of fellowship--
Theseus Made love to Nedar's daughter,
Upon that day either prepare to die Helena,
Either to die the death or to abjure
For disobedience to your father's will, And won her soul; and she, sweet lady,
For ever the society of men.
Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would;
Therefore, fair hermia, question your
Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
desires; Or on Diana's altar to protest
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.
Know of your youth, examine well For aye austerity and single life.
your blood, THESEUS
Whether, if you yield not to your I must confess that I have heard so
Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander,
father's choice, much,
You can endure the livery of a nun, And with Demetrius thought to have
Thy crazed title to my certain right.
spoke thereof;
For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,
But, being over-full of self-affairs, Belike for want of rain, which I could And ere a man hath power to say
well 'Behold!'
My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius,
come; Beteem them from the tempest of my The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
And come, Egeus; you shall go with So quick bright things come to
me, LYSANDER confusion.
I have some private schooling for you Ay me! for aught that I could ever HERMIA
both. read,
If then true lovers have been ever
For you, fair Hermia, look you arm Could ever hear by tale or history, cross'd,
The course of true love never did run It stands as an edict in destiny:
To fit your fancies to your father's will; smooth;
Then let us teach our trial patience,
Or else the law of Athens yields you But, either it was different in blood,--
Because it is a customary cross,
As due to love as thoughts and dreams
Which by no means we may extenuate-
O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to and sighs,
Wishes and tears, poor fancy's
To death, or to a vow of single life.
LYSANDER followers.
Come, my Hippolyta: what cheer, my
Or else misgraffed in respect of years,-- LYSANDER
HERMIA A good persuasion: therefore, hear me,
Demetrius and Egeus, go along:
O spite! too old to be engaged to young.
I must employ you in some business
I have a widow aunt, a dowager
Against our nuptial and confer with
Of great revenue, and she hath no
you Or else it stood upon the choice of
Of something nearly that concerns
From Athens is her house remote seven
yourselves. HERMIA
EGEUS O hell! to choose love by another's eyes.
And she respects me as her only son.
With duty and desire we follow you. LYSANDER
There, gentle Hermia, may I marry
Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, thee;
Exeunt all but LYSANDER and War, death, or sickness did lay siege to And to that place the sharp Athenian
HERMIA it, law
LYSANDER Making it momentany as a sound, Cannot pursue us. If thou lovest me
How now, my love! why is your cheek Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
so pale? Steal forth thy father's house to-
Brief as the lightning in the collied
morrow night;
How chance the roses there do fade so night,
fast? And in the wood, a league without the
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven
HERMIA and earth,
Where I did meet thee once with Demetrius loves your fair: O happy The more I hate, the more he follows
Helena, fair! me.
To do observance to a morn of May, Your eyes are lode-stars; and your HELENA
tongue's sweet air
There will I stay for thee. The more I love, the more he hateth me.
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's
My good Lysander! His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine.
When wheat is green, when hawthorn
I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest buds appear. HELENA
Sickness is catching: O, were favour so, None, but your beauty: would that
By his best arrow with the golden fault were mine!
Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I
By the simplicity of Venus' doves,
My ear should catch your voice, my eye Take comfort: he no more shall see my
By that which knitteth souls and your eye, face;
prospers loves,
My tongue should catch your tongue's Lysander and myself will fly this place.
And by that fire which burn'd the sweet melody.
Before the time I did Lysander see,
Carthage queen,
Were the world mine, Demetrius being Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:
When the false Troyan under sail was bated,
seen, O, then, what graces in my love do
The rest I'd give to be to you dwell,
By all the vows that ever men have translated.
broke, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a
O, teach me how you look, and with hell!
In number more than ever women what art
You sway the motion of Demetrius'
In that same place thou hast appointed heart. Helen, to you our minds we will
me, unfold:
To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. To-morrow night, when Phoebe doth
I frown upon him, yet he loves me still.
Her silver visage in the watery glass,
Keep promise, love. Look, here comes
O that your frowns would teach my
Helena. Decking with liquid pearl the bladed
smiles such skill!
A time that lovers' flights doth still
I give him curses, yet he gives me love. conceal,
HELENA Through Athens' gates have we devised
God speed fair Helena! whither away? to steal.
O that my prayers could such affection
Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. HERMIA And in the wood, where often you and
Upon faint primrose-beds were wont And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, To have his sight thither and back
to lie, again.
So I, admiring of his qualities:
Emptying our bosoms of their counsel
Things base and vile, folding no
quantity, Exit
There my Lysander and myself shall
Love can transpose to form and SCENE II. Athens. QUINCE'S house.
And thence from Athens turn away our
Love looks not with the eyes, but with
the mind;
To seek new friends and stranger
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted STARVELING
Farewell, sweet playfellow: pray thou
Nor hath Love's mind of any
for us; Is all our company here?
judgement taste;
And good luck grant thee thy BOTTOM
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy
haste: You were best to call them generally,
Keep word, Lysander: we must starve man by man,
And therefore is Love said to be a
our sight according to the scrip.
From lovers' food till morrow deep QUINCE
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.
As waggish boys in game themselves Here is the scroll of every man's name,
forswear, which is
I will, my Hermia.
So the boy Love is perjured every thought fit, through all Athens, to play
where: in our
Exit HERMIA For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's interlude before the duke and the
eyne, duchess, on his
Helena, adieu:
He hail'd down oaths that he was only wedding-day at night.
As you on him, Demetrius dote on you!
And when this hail some heat from
First, good Peter Quince, say what the
Exit Hermia felt,
play treats
HELENA So he dissolved, and showers of oaths
on, then read the names of the actors,
did melt. and so grow
How happy some o'er other some can
be! I will go tell him of fair Hermia's to a point.
Through Athens I am thought as fair
as she. Then to the wood will he to-morrow
night Marry, our play is, The most
But what of that? Demetrius thinks
lamentable comedy, and
not so; Pursue her; and for this intelligence
most cruel death of Pyramus and
He will not know what all but he do If I have thanks, it is a dear expense:
But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
BOTTOM Shall break the locks Thisne;' 'Ah, Pyramus, lover dear! thy
Thisby dear,
A very good piece of work, I assure Of prison gates;
you, and a and lady dear!'
And Phibbus' car
merry. Now, good Peter Quince, call QUINCE
Shall shine from far
forth your
No, no; you must play Pyramus: and,
And make and mar
actors by the scroll. Masters, spread Flute, you Thisby.
yourselves. The foolish Fates.
QUINCE This was lofty! Now name the rest of
Well, proceed.
the players.
Answer as I call you. Nick Bottom, the
weaver. This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; a
lover is Robin Starveling, the tailor.
more condoling. STARVELING
Ready. Name what part I am for, and
proceed. QUINCE Here, Peter Quince.
QUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. QUINCE
You, Nick Bottom, are set down for FLUTE Robin Starveling, you must play
Pyramus. Thisby's mother.
Here, Peter Quince.
BOTTOM Tom Snout, the tinker.
What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant? SNOUT
Flute, you must take Thisby on you.
QUINCE Here, Peter Quince.
A lover, that kills himself most gallant What is Thisby? a wandering knight? QUINCE
for love.
You, Pyramus' father: myself, Thisby's
BOTTOM father:
It is the lady that Pyramus must love.
That will ask some tears in the true Snug, the joiner; you, the lion's part:
performing of FLUTE and, I
it: if I do it, let the audience look to Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I hope, here is a play fitted.
their have a beard coming.
eyes; I will move storms, I will condole QUINCE
Have you the lion's part written? pray
in some That's all one: you shall play it in a you, if it
measure. To the rest: yet my chief mask, and
be, give it me, for I am slow of study.
humour is for a you may speak as small as you will.
tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, or a BOTTOM
part to You may do it extempore, for it is
An I may hide my face, let me play nothing but roaring.
tear a cat in, to make all split. Thisby too, I'll
The raging rocks speak in a monstrous little voice.
And shivering shocks 'Thisne,
Let me play the lion too: I will roar, therefore you must needs play Pyramus. BOTTOM
that I will
BOTTOM We will meet; and there we may
do any man's heart good to hear me; I rehearse most
Well, I will undertake it. What beard
will roar,
were I best obscenely and courageously. Take
that I will make the duke say 'Let him pains; be perfect: adieu.
to play it in?
roar again,
let him roar again.'
At the duke's oak we meet.
Why, what you will.
An you should do it too terribly, you
Enough; hold or cut bow-strings.
would fright I will discharge it in either your straw-
the duchess and the ladies, that they
would shriek; beard, your orange-tawny beard, your Exeunt
and that were enough to hang us all.
beard, or your French-crown-colour
beard, your
That would hang us, every mother's SCENE I. A wood near Athens.
perfect yellow.
Enter, from opposite sides, a Fairy,
Some of your French crowns have no
I grant you, friends, if that you should and PUCK
hair at all, and
fright the
then you will play bare-faced. But,
ladies out of their wits, they would How now, spirit! whither wander you?
masters, here
have no more
are your parts: and I am to entreat you, Fairy
discretion but to hang us: but I will
aggravate my Over hill, over dale,
you and desire you, to con them by to- Thorough bush, thorough brier,
voice so that I will roar you as gently
morrow night;
as any Over park, over pale,
and meet me in the palace wood, a mile
sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere Thorough flood, thorough fire,
without the
town, by moonlight; there will we I do wander everywhere,
rehearse, for if Swifter than the moon's sphere;
we meet in the city, we shall be dogged And I serve the fairy queen,
You can play no part but Pyramus; for with
Pyramus is a To dew her orbs upon the green.
company, and our devices known. In
sweet-faced man; a proper man, as one the meantime I The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
shall see in a
will draw a bill of properties, such as In their gold coats spots you see;
summer's day; a most lovely gentleman- our play Those be rubies, fairy favours,
like man:
wants. I pray you, fail me not. In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here Or else you are that shrewd and Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh
knavish sprite me;
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Call'd Robin Goodfellow: are not you Then slip I from her bum, down topples
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be
he she,
That frights the maidens of the And 'tailor' cries, and falls into a
Our queen and all our elves come here
villagery; cough;
Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the And then the whole quire hold their
quern hips and laugh,
The king doth keep his revels here to-
And bootless make the breathless And waxen in their mirth and neeze
housewife churn; and swear
Take heed the queen come not within
And sometime make the drink to bear A merrier hour was never wasted there.
his sight;
no barm;
But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon.
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at
Because that she as her attendant hath their harm?
And here my mistress. Would that he
A lovely boy, stolen from an Indian Those that Hobgoblin call you and
were gone!
king; sweet Puck,
She never had so sweet a changeling; You do their work, and they shall have
good luck: Enter, from one side, OBERON, with
And jealous Oberon would have the
his train; from the other, TITANIA,
child Are not you he?
with hers
Knight of his train, to trace the forests PUCK
Thou speak'st aright;
Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
But she perforce withholds the loved
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon and make him smile
Crowns him with flowers and makes What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip
him all her joy: When I a fat and bean-fed horse hence:
And now they never meet in grove or I have forsworn his bed and company.
green, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
By fountain clear, or spangled starlight And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl,
Tarry, rash wanton: am not I thy lord?
In very likeness of a roasted crab,
But, they do square, that all their elves
And when she drinks, against her lips I
for fear Then I must be thy lady: but I know
Creep into acorn-cups and hide them When thou hast stolen away from fairy
And on her wither'd dewlap pour the
there. land,
Fairy And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest
Either I mistake your shape and tale, Playing on pipes of corn and versing
making quite, love
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou As in revenge, have suck'd up from the An odorous chaplet of sweet summer
here, sea buds
Come from the farthest Steppe of Contagious fogs; which falling in the Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the
India? land summer,
But that, forsooth, the bouncing Have every pelting river made so proud The childing autumn, angry winter,
Amazon, change
That they have overborne their
Your buskin'd mistress and your continents: Their wonted liveries, and the mazed
warrior love, world,
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke
To Theseus must be wedded, and you in vain, By their increase, now knows not
come which is which:
The ploughman lost his sweat, and the
To give their bed joy and prosperity. green corn And this same progeny of evils comes
OBERON Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a From our debate, from our dissension;
How canst thou thus for shame, We are their parents and original.
Titania, The fold stands empty in the drowned
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Do you amend it then; it lies in you:
And crows are fatted with the murrion
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?
flock; Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
Didst thou not lead him through the
The nine men's morris is fill'd up with I do but beg a little changeling boy,
glimmering night
To be my henchman.
From Perigenia, whom he ravished?
And the quaint mazes in the wanton TITANIA
And make him with fair AEgle break green
his faith, Set your heart at rest:
For lack of tread are
With Ariadne and Antiopa? undistinguishable: The fairy land buys not the child of me.
TITANIA The human mortals want their winter His mother was a votaress of my order:
These are the forgeries of jealousy: here; And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,
No night is now with hymn or carol Full often hath she gossip'd by my side,
And never, since the middle summer's
spring, blest:
And sat with me on Neptune's yellow
Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead, Therefore the moon, the governess of sands,
By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Marking the embarked traders on the
Pale in her anger, washes all the air, flood,
Or in the beached margent of the sea,
That rheumatic diseases do abound: When we have laugh'd to see the sails
To dance our ringlets to the whistling
wind, And thorough this distemperature we conceive
see And grow big-bellied with the wanton
But with thy brawls thou hast
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts wind;
disturb'd our sport.
Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose, Which she, with pretty and with
Therefore the winds, piping to us in
swimming gait
vain, And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
Following,--her womb then rich with Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from It fell upon a little western flower,
my young squire,-- this grove
Before milk-white, now purple with
Would imitate, and sail upon the land, Till I torment thee for this injury. love's wound,
To fetch me trifles, and return again, My gentle Puck, come hither. Thou And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
As from a voyage, rich with Fetch me that flower; the herb I
merchandise. Since once I sat upon a promontory, shew'd thee once:
But she, being mortal, of that boy did And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid
die; back
Will make or man or woman madly
And for her sake do I rear up her boy, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious dote
And for her sake I will not part with Upon the next live creature that it
him. That the rude sea grew civil at her song sees.
OBERON And certain stars shot madly from their Fetch me this herb; and be thou here
spheres, again
How long within this wood intend you
stay? To hear the sea-maid's music. Ere the leviathan can swim a league.
Perchance till after Theseus' wedding- I remember. I'll put a girdle round about the earth
OBERON In forty minutes.
If you will patiently dance in our
That very time I saw, but thou couldst
And see our moonlight revels, go with
Flying between the cold moon and the
If not, shun me, and I will spare your Having once this juice,
Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took
haunts. I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,
At a fair vestal throned by the west,
OBERON And drop the liquor of it in her eyes.
And loosed his love-shaft smartly from
Give me that boy, and I will go with The next thing then she waking looks
his bow,
As it should pierce a hundred thousand
TITANIA Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,
Not for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies, On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,
But I might see young Cupid's fiery
She shall pursue it with the soul of
We shall chide downright, if I longer love:
Quench'd in the chaste beams of the
watery moon,
And ere I take this charm from off her
And the imperial votaress passed on, sight,
Exit TITANIA with her train
In maiden meditation, fancy-free. As I can take it with another herb,
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid I'll make her render up her page to me.
But who comes here? I am invisible; I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, For you in my respect are all the world:
And I will overhear their conference. The more you beat me, I will fawn on Then how can it be said I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, me?
strike me,
following him DEMETRIUS
Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
DEMETRIUS I'll run from thee and hide me in the
Unworthy as I am, to follow you. brakes,
I love thee not, therefore pursue me
not. What worser place can I beg in your And leave thee to the mercy of wild
love,-- beasts.
Where is Lysander and fair Hermia?
And yet a place of high respect with HELENA
The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me.
The wildest hath not such a heart as
Thou told'st me they were stolen unto
Than to be used as you use your dog? you.
this wood;
DEMETRIUS Run when you will, the story shall be
And here am I, and wode within this
wood, Tempt not too much the hatred of my
spirit; Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the
Because I cannot meet my Hermia.
For I am sick when I do look on thee.
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild
more. HELENA
HELENA And I am sick when I look not on you.
Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless
You draw me, you hard-hearted DEMETRIUS speed,
You do impeach your modesty too When cowardice pursues and valour
But yet you draw not iron, for my much, flies.
To leave the city and commit yourself DEMETRIUS
Is true as steel: leave you your power
Into the hands of one that loves you I will not stay thy questions; let me go:
to draw,
Or, if thou follow me, do not believe
And I shall have no power to follow
To trust the opportunity of night
you. But I shall do thee mischief in the
And the ill counsel of a desert place wood.
With the rich worth of your virginity. HELENA
Do I entice you? do I speak you fair?
HELENA Ay, in the temple, in the town, the
Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth
Your virtue is my privilege: for that
Tell you, I do not, nor I cannot love
You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius!
you? It is not night when I do see your face,
HELENA Therefore I think I am not in the night; Your wrongs do set a scandal on my
And even for that do I love you the Nor doth this wood lack worlds of
company, We cannot fight for love, as men may
We should be wood and were not made And there the snake throws her Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose
to woo. enamell'd skin, buds,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in: Some war with rere-mice for their
leathern wings,
Exit DEMETRIUS And with the juice of this I'll streak
her eyes, To make my small elves coats, and some
I'll follow thee and make a heaven of
keep back
hell, And make her full of hateful fantasies.
The clamorous owl that nightly hoots
To die upon the hand I love so well. Take thou some of it, and seek through
and wonders
this grove:
At our quaint spirits. Sing me now
A sweet Athenian lady is in love
Exit asleep;
With a disdainful youth: anoint his
OBERON Then to your offices and let me rest.
Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave
But do it when the next thing he espies
this grove,
The Fairies sing
May be the lady: thou shalt know the
Thou shalt fly him and he shall seek
man You spotted snakes with double
thy love.
By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Effect it with some care, that he may
Re-enter PUCK
prove Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong,
Hast thou the flower there? Welcome,
More fond on her than she upon her Come not near our fairy queen.
Philomel, with melody
And look thou meet me ere the first
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Ay, there it is. cock crow.
Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla,
I pray thee, give it me. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do
Never harm,
I know a bank where the wild thyme
Nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
Where oxlips and the nodding violet Exeunt
grows, So, good night, with lullaby.
SCENE II. Another part of the wood.
Quite over-canopied with luscious Weaving spiders, come not here;
Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence!
Enter TITANIA, with her train
With sweet musk-roses and with
Beetles black, approach not near;
eglantine: TITANIA
Worm nor snail, do no offence.
There sleeps Titania sometime of the Come, now a roundel and a fairy song;
night, Philomel, with melody, & c.
Then, for the third part of a minute,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and hence; Fairy
delight; Hence, away! now all is well:
One aloof stand sentinel. One turf shall serve as pillow for us Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life
both; end!
One heart, one bed, two bosoms and LYSANDER
Exeunt Fairies. TITANIA sleeps
one troth.
Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I;
And then end life when I end loyalty!
Enter OBERON and squeezes the
Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my
flower on TITANIA's eyelids Here is my bed: sleep give thee all his
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.
What thou seest when thou dost wake,
With half that wish the wisher's eyes
Do it for thy true-love take,
O, take the sense, sweet, of my be press'd!
Love and languish for his sake: innocence!
Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, Love takes the meaning in love's
They sleep
Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
In thy eye that shall appear I mean, that my heart unto yours is
knit Enter PUCK
When thou wakest, it is thy dear:
So that but one heart we can make of PUCK
Wake when some vile thing is near. it;
Through the forest have I gone.
Two bosoms interchained with an oath;
But Athenian found I none,
Exit So then two bosoms and a single troth.
On whose eyes I might approve
Then by your side no bed-room me This flower's force in stirring love.
Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA deny;
Night and silence.--Who is here?
LYSANDER For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
Fair love, you faint with wandering in HERMIA
This is he, my master said,
the wood; Lysander riddles very prettily:
Despised the Athenian maid;
And to speak troth, I have forgot our Now much beshrew my manners and
way: my pride, And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied. On the dank and dirty ground.
But, gentle friend, for love and Pretty soul! she durst not lie
And tarry for the comfort of the day. courtesy Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
HERMIA Lie further off; in human modesty, Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed; Such separation as may well be said
All the power this charm doth owe.
For I upon this bank will rest my head. Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a
When thou wakest, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid:
So far be distant; and, good night,
sweet friend: So awake when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon. Therefore no marvel though Demetrius And reason says you are the worthier
Do, as a monster fly my presence thus.
Things growing are not ripe until their
Exit What wicked and dissembling glass of
So I, being young, till now ripe not to
Made me compare with Hermia's
Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, reason;
sphery eyne?
And touching now the point of human
But who is here? Lysander! on the
HELENA skill,
Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Reason becomes the marshal to my will
Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no
wound. And leads me to your eyes, where I
DEMETRIUS o'erlook
Lysander if you live, good sir, awake.
I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt Love's stories written in love's richest
me thus. book.
[Awaking] And run through fire I will
for thy sweet sake.
O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not Wherefore was I to this keen mockery
Transparent Helena! Nature shows art,
so. born?
That through thy bosom makes me see
DEMETRIUS When at your hands did I deserve this
thy heart.
Stay, on thy peril: I alone will go. scorn?
Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word
Is't not enough, is't not enough, young
Is that vile name to perish on my man,
Exit sword!
That I did never, no, nor never can,
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius'
O, I am out of breath in this fond Do not say so, Lysander; say not so eye,
What though he love your Hermia? But you must flout my insufficiency?
The more my prayer, the lesser is my Lord, what though?
grace. Good troth, you do me wrong, good
Yet Hermia still loves you: then be sooth, you do,
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies; content.
In such disdainful manner me to woo.
For she hath blessed and attractive LYSANDER
eyes. But fare you well: perforce I must
Content with Hermia! No; I do repent confess
How came her eyes so bright? Not with
The tedious minutes I with her have I thought you lord of more true
salt tears:
spent. gentleness.
If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than
Not Hermia but Helena I love: O, that a lady, of one man refused.
Who will not change a raven for a Should of another therefore be abused!
No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;
For beasts that meet me run away for
The will of man is by his reason
fear: Exit
LYSANDER Alack, where are you speak, an if you There are things in this comedy of
hear; Pyramus and
She sees not Hermia. Hermia, sleep
thou there: Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost Thisby that will never please. First,
with fear. Pyramus must
And never mayst thou come Lysander
near! No? then I well perceive you all not draw a sword to kill himself; which the
nigh ladies
For as a surfeit of the sweetest things
Either death or you I'll find cannot abide. How answer you that?
The deepest loathing to the stomach
brings, SNOUT
Or as tie heresies that men do leave By'r lakin, a parlous fear.
Are hated most of those they did STARVELING
I believe we must leave the killing out,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy, ACT III when all is done.
Of all be hated, but the most of me! SCENE I. The wood. TITANIA lying BOTTOM
And, all my powers, address your love Not a whit: I have a device to make all
and might well.
To honour Helen and to be her knight! Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, Write me a prologue; and let the
FLUTE, SNOUT, and prologue seem to
say, we will do no harm with our
BOTTOM swords, and that
Are we all met? Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for
[Awaking] Help me, Lysander, help the more
me! do thy best
better assurance, tell them that I,
Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous
To pluck this crawling serpent from my Pyramus, am not
convenient place
Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this
for our rehearsal. This green plot shall
Ay me, for pity! what a dream was will put them
be our
out of fear.
stage, this hawthorn-brake our tiring-
Lysander, look how I do quake with
house; and we QUINCE
will do it in action as we will do it Well, we will have such a prologue;
Methought a serpent eat my heart
before the duke. and it shall be
BOTTOM written in eight and six.
And you sat smiling at his cruel pray.
Peter Quince,-- BOTTOM
Lysander! what, removed? Lysander!
lord! QUINCE No, make it two more; let it be written
in eight and eight.
What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, What sayest thou, bully Bottom?
no word? SNOUT
Will not the ladies be afeard of the his name, and tell them plainly he is talk through the chink of a wall.
lion? Snug the joiner.
You can never bring in a wall. What
I fear it, I promise you. Well it shall be so. But there is two say you, Bottom?
hard things;
that is, to bring the moonlight into a
Masters, you ought to consider with Some man or other must present Wall:
chamber; for,
yourselves: to and let him
you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet
bring in--God shield us!--a lion among have some plaster, or some loam, or
by moonlight.
ladies, is a some rough-cast
most dreadful thing; for there is not a about him, to signify wall; and let him
more fearful Doth the moon shine that night we hold his
play our play?
wild-fowl than your lion living; and fingers thus, and through that cranny
we ought to BOTTOM shall Pyramus
look to 't. A calendar, a calendar! look in the and Thisby whisper.
almanac; find
out moonshine, find out moonshine.
Therefore another prologue must tell he If that may be, then all is well. Come,
is not a lion. QUINCE sit down,
BOTTOM Yes, it doth shine that night. every mother's son, and rehearse your
Nay, you must name his name, and BOTTOM
half his face must Pyramus, you begin: when you have
Why, then may you leave a casement of
spoken your
be seen through the lion's neck: and he the great
himself speech, enter into that brake: and so
chamber window, where we play, open,
every one
must speak through, saying thus, or to and the moon
the same according to his cue.
may shine in at the casement.
defect,--'Ladies,'--or 'Fair-ladies--I
would wish
Enter PUCK behind
Ay; or else one must come in with a
You,'--or 'I would request you,'--or 'I
bush of thorns PUCK
and a lanthorn, and say he comes to What hempen home-spuns have we
entreat you,--not to fear, not to
disfigure, or to swaggering here,
tremble: my life
present, the person of Moonshine. So near the cradle of the fairy queen?
for yours. If you think I come hither as
Then, there is
a lion, it What, a play toward! I'll be an
another thing: we must have a wall in auditor;
were pity of my life: no I am no such
the great
thing; I am a An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.
chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby says
man as other men are;' and there indeed QUINCE
the story, did
let him name
Speak, Pyramus. Thisby, stand forth. As true as truest horse that yet would Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a
never tire, hound,
I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire;
Thisby, the flowers of odious savours
sweet,-- And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and
QUINCE roar, and burn,
'Ninus' tomb,' man: why, you must not Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at
Odours, odours.
speak that every turn.
yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you
--odours savours sweet: speak all your
So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby part at once, cues and all Pyramus
dear. enter: your cue
Why do they run away? this is a
But hark, a voice! stay thou but here is past; it is, 'never tire.'
knavery of them to
make me afeard.
And by and by I will to thee appear.
O,--As true as truest horse, that yet
Re-enter SNOUT
Exit never tire.
O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I
A stranger Pyramus than e'er played Re-enter PUCK, and BOTTOM with
see on thee?
here. an ass's head
What do you see? you see an asshead of
Exit If I were fair, Thisby, I were only
your own, do
Must I speak now?
QUINCE O monstrous! O strange! we are
haunted. Pray, Exit SNOUT
Ay, marry, must you; for you must
masters! fly, masters! Help!
understand he goes
Re-enter QUINCE
but to see a noise that he heard, and is
to come again. Exeunt QUINCE, SNUG, FLUTE, QUINCE
FLUTE SNOUT, and STARVELING Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art
PUCK translated.
Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white
of hue, I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a
Of colour like the red rose on
triumphant brier, Through bog, through bush, through
brake, through brier: BOTTOM
Most brisky juvenal and eke most
lovely Jew,
I see their knavery: this is to make an So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; And sing while thou on pressed flowers
ass of me; dost sleep;
And thy fair virtue's force perforce
to fright me, if they could. But I will doth move me And I will purge thy mortal grossness
not stir so
On the first view to say, to swear, I
from this place, do what they can: I love thee. That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
will walk up
BOTTOM Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and
and down here, and I will sing, that Mustardseed!
Methinks, mistress, you should have
they shall hear
little reason
I am not afraid.
for that: and yet, to say the truth, Enter PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB,
reason and MOTH, and MUSTARDSEED
Sings love keep little company together now- PEASEBLOSSOM
a-days; the
The ousel cock so black of hue, Ready.
more the pity that some honest
With orange-tawny bill, COBWEB
neighbours will not
The throstle with his note so true, And I.
make them friends. Nay, I can gleek
The wren with little quill,-- upon occasion. MOTH
[Awaking] What angel wakes me from Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. MUSTARDSEED
my flowery bed?
Not so, neither: but if I had wit ALL
[Sings] enough to get out
Where shall we go?
The finch, the sparrow and the lark, of this wood, I have enough to serve
The plain-song cuckoo gray, mine own turn.
Be kind and courteous to this
TITANIA gentleman;
Whose note full many a man doth
mark, Out of this wood do not desire to go:
Hop in his walks and gambol in his
And dares not answer nay;-- Thou shalt remain here, whether thou eyes;
wilt or no.
for, indeed, who would set his wit to so Feed him with apricocks and
foolish I am a spirit of no common rate; dewberries,
a bird? who would give a bird the lie, The summer still doth tend upon my With purple grapes, green figs, and
though he cry state; mulberries;
'cuckoo' never so? And I do love thee: therefore, go with The honey-bags steal from the humble-
me; bees,
I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee, And for night-tapers crop their waxen
I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again:
And they shall fetch thee jewels from
Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy
the deep,
And light them at the fiery glow- I pray you, commend me to Mistress
worm's eyes, Squash, your
To have my love to bed and to arise; mother, and to Master Peascod, your
father. Good
And pluck the wings from Painted
I wonder if Titania be awaked;
butterflies Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you
of more Then, what it was that next came in
To fan the moonbeams from his
her eye,
sleeping eyes: acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech
you, sir? Which she must dote on in extremity.
Nod to him, elves, and do him
courtesies. MUSTARDSEED
PEASEBLOSSOM Mustardseed. Enter PUCK
Hail, mortal! BOTTOM Here comes my messenger.
COBWEB Good Master Mustardseed, I know How now, mad spirit!
your patience well:
Hail! What night-rule now about this
that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef haunted grove?
devoured many a gentleman of your My mistress with a monster is in love.
MUSTARDSEED house: I promise
Near to her close and consecrated
Hail! you your kindred had made my eyes bower,
BOTTOM water ere now. I
While she was in her dull and sleeping
I cry your worship's mercy, heartily: I desire your more acquaintance, good hour,
beseech your
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
worship's name. Mustardseed.
That work for bread upon Athenian
Cobweb. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my Were met together to rehearse a play
BOTTOM Intended for great Theseus' nuptial-
The moon methinks looks with a day.
I shall desire you of more acquaintance, watery eye;
good Master The shallowest thick-skin of that
And when she weeps, weeps every little barren sort,
Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall flower,
make bold with Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
you. Your name, honest gentleman? Forsook his scene and enter'd in a
Tie up my love's tongue bring him brake
When I did him at this advantage
An ass's nole I fixed on his head:
SCENE II. Another part of the wood.
Anon his Thisbe must be answered,
And forth my mimic comes. When they With the love-juice, as I did bid thee This whole earth may be bored and that
him spy, do? the moon
As wild geese that the creeping fowler PUCK May through the centre creep and so
eye, displease
I took him sleeping,--that is finish'd
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, too,-- Her brother's noontide with Antipodes.
Rising and cawing at the gun's report, And the Athenian woman by his side: It cannot be but thou hast murder'd
Sever themselves and madly sweep the That, when he waked, of force she
sky, must be eyed. So should a murderer look, so dead, so
So, at his sight, away his fellows fly;
And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er Enter HERMIA and DEMETRIUS
one falls; So should the murder'd look, and so
should I,
He murder cries and help from Athens
Stand close: this is the same Athenian.
calls. Pierced through the heart with your
PUCK stern cruelty:
Their sense thus weak, lost with their
fears This is the woman, but not this the Yet you, the murderer, look as bright,
man. as clear,
thus strong,
DEMETRIUS As yonder Venus in her glimmering
Made senseless things begin to do them
wrong; O, why rebuke you him that loves you
For briers and thorns at their apparel
snatch; Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. What's this to my Lysander? where is
Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders HERMIA
Now I but chide; but I should use thee Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give
him me?
things catch. worse,
I led them on in this distracted fear, For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to
curse, I had rather give his carcass to my
And left sweet Pyramus translated
there: If thou hast slain Lysander in his
sleep, HERMIA
When in that moment, so it came to
pass, Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me
deep, past the bounds
Titania waked and straightway loved
an ass. And kill me too. Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain
him, then?
OBERON The sun was not so true unto the day
Henceforth be never number'd among
This falls out better than I could As he to me: would he have stolen
away men!
But hast thou yet latch'd the From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as O, once tell true, tell true, even for my
Athenian's eyes soon
Durst thou have look'd upon him being For debt that bankrupt sleep doth
awake, sorrow owe:
And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O Which now in some slight measure it
brave touch! will pay,
Flower of this purple dye,
Could not a worm, an adder, do so If for his tender here I make some stay.
much? Hit with Cupid's archery,
An adder did it; for with doubler Sink in apple of his eye.
Lies down and sleeps
When his love he doth espy,
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder Let her shine as gloriously
stung. What hast thou done? thou hast
mistaken quite As the Venus of the sky.
And laid the love-juice on some true- When thou wakest, if she be by,
You spend your passion on a misprised
love's sight: Beg of her for remedy.
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;
Some true love turn'd and not a false Re-enter PUCK
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can
turn'd true.
tell. PUCK
HERMIA Captain of our fairy band,
Then fate o'er-rules, that, one man
I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. Helena is here at hand;
holding troth,
DEMETRIUS And the youth, mistook by me,
A million fail, confounding oath on
An if I could, what should I get oath. Pleading for a lover's fee.
OBERON Shall we their fond pageant see?
About the wood go swifter than the Lord, what fools these mortals be!
A privilege never to see me more. wind,
And from thy hated presence part I so: And Helena of Athens look thou find:
Stand aside: the noise they make
See me no more, whether he be dead or All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer,
no. Will cause Demetrius to awake.
With sighs of love, that costs the fresh
blood dear: PUCK
Exit By some illusion see thou bring her Then will two at once woo one;
here: That must needs be sport alone;
I'll charm his eyes against she do And those things do best please me
There is no following her in this fierce
vein: That befal preposterously.
Here therefore for a while I will
remain. I go, I go; look how I go,
So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's
grow bow. LYSANDER
Why should you think that I should To what, my love, shall I compare thine Would so offend a virgin, and extort
woo in scorn? eyne?
A poor soul's patience, all to make you
Scorn and derision never come in tears: Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show sport.
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows Thy lips, those kissing cherries, LYSANDER
so born, tempting grow!
You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so;
In their nativity all truth appears. That pure congealed white, high
For you love Hermia; this you know I
Taurus snow,
How can these things in me seem scorn know:
to you, Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to
And here, with all good will, with all
a crow
Bearing the badge of faith, to prove my heart,
them true? When thou hold'st up thy hand: O, let
In Hermia's love I yield you up my
me kiss
HELENA part;
This princess of pure white, this seal of
You do advance your cunning more and And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom I do love and will do till my
When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy death.
fray! O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent
These vows are Hermia's: will you give To set against me for your merriment:
Never did mockers waste more idle
her o'er?
If you we re civil and knew courtesy, breath.
Weigh oath with oath, and you will
You would not do me thus much injury. DEMETRIUS
nothing weigh:
Can you not hate me, as I know you Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will
Your vows to her and me, put in two
do, none:
But you must join in souls to mock me If e'er I loved her, all that love is gone.
Will even weigh, and both as light as
tales. My heart to her but as guest-wise
If you were men, as men you are in sojourn'd,
And now to Helen is it home return'd,
I had no judgment when to her I
You would not use a gentle lady so;
swore. There to remain.
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my
Nor none, in my mind, now you give Helen, it is not so.
When I am sure you hate me with your
her o'er.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia; Disparage not the faith thou dost not
Demetrius loves her, and he loves not know,
And now both rivals, to mock Helena:
Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.
A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,
Look, where thy love comes; yonder is
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's
[Awaking] O Helena, goddess, nymph, thy dear.
perfect, divine!
With your derision! none of noble sort
Re-enter HERMIA Lo, she is one of this confederacy! So, with two seeming bodies, but one
HERMIA Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all
three Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Dark night, that from the eye his
function takes, To fashion this false sport, in spite of Due but to one and crowned with one
me. crest.
The ear more quick of apprehension
makes; Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful And will you rent our ancient love
maid! asunder,
Wherein it doth impair the seeing
sense, Have you conspired, have you with To join with men in scorning your poor
these contrived friend?
It pays the hearing double recompense.
To bait me with this foul derision? It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander,
found; Is all the counsel that we two have Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for
shared, it,
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy
sound The sisters' vows, the hours that we Though I alone do feel the injury.
have spent,
But why unkindly didst thou leave me HERMIA
so? When we have chid the hasty-footed
I am amazed at your passionate words.
I scorn you not: it seems that you scorn
For parting us,--O, is it all forgot?
Why should he stay, whom love doth me.
press to go? All school-days' friendship, childhood
Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn,
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
What love could press Lysander from
To follow me and praise my eyes and
my side? Have with our needles created both one
And made your other love, Demetrius,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one
Lysander's love, that would not let him
cushion, Who even but now did spurn me with
his foot,
Both warbling of one song, both in one
Fair Helena, who more engilds the
key, To call me goddess, nymph, divine and
As if our hands, our sides, voices and
Than all you fiery oes and eyes of light.
minds, Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks
Why seek'st thou me? could not this he this
Had been incorporate. So we grow
make thee know,
together, To her he hates? and wherefore doth
The hate I bear thee made me leave thee Lysander
Like to a double cherry, seeming
parted, Deny your love, so rich within his soul,
But yet an union in partition; And tender me, forsooth, affection,
You speak not as you think: it cannot
Two lovely berries moulded on one But by your setting on, by your
stem; consent?
What thought I be not so in grace as LYSANDER Why are you grown so rude? what
you, change is this?
Thou canst compel no more than she
So hung upon with love, so fortunate, entreat: Sweet love,--
But miserable most, to love unloved? Thy threats have no more strength than LYSANDER
her weak prayers.
This you should pity rather than Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out!
despise. Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do:
Out, loathed medicine! hated potion,
HERNIA I swear by that which I will lose for hence!
I understand not what you mean by HERMIA
this. To prove him false that says I love thee
Do you not jest?
Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks,
Yes, sooth; and so do you.
I say I love thee more than he can do.
Make mouths upon me when I turn my
Demetrius, I will keep my word with
Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it
up: too.
This sport, well carried, shall be DEMETRIUS
chronicled. I would I had your bond, for I perceive
Quick, come!
If you have any pity, grace, or A weak bond holds you: I'll not trust
manners, your word.
Lysander, whereto tends all this?
You would not make me such an LYSANDER
argument. LYSANDER
What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill
But fare ye well: 'tis partly my own Away, you Ethiope! her dead?
fault; DEMETRIUS Although I hate her, I'll not harm her
Which death or absence soon shall so.
No, no; he'll [ ]
Seem to break loose; take on as you
would follow, What, can you do me greater harm
Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse: than hate?
But yet come not: you are a tame man,
My love, my life my soul, fair Helena! go! Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news,
my love!
Am not I Hermia? are not you
O excellent! Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile
thing, let loose,
I am as fair now as I was erewhile.
Or I will shake thee from me like a
Sweet, do not scorn her so.
serpent! Since night you loved me; yet since
DEMETRIUS night you left
If she cannot entreat, I can compel. me:
Why, then you left me--O, the gods Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd But he hath chid me hence and
forbid!-- with him. threaten'd me
In earnest, shall I say? And are you grown so high in his To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me
esteem; too:
Because I am so dwarfish and so low? And now, so you will let me quiet go,
Ay, by my life;
How low am I, thou painted maypole? To Athens will I bear my folly back
And never did desire to see thee more.
And follow you no further: let me go:
Therefore be out of hope, of question,
How low am I? I am not yet so low
of doubt; You see how simple and how fond I
But that my nails can reach unto thine am.
Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest
That I do hate thee and love Helena.
Why, get you gone: who is't that
I pray you, though you mock me, hinders you?
O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom! gentlemen,
You thief of love! what, have you come Let her not hurt me: I was never curst;
A foolish heart, that I leave here
by night
I have no gift at all in shrewishness; behind.
And stolen my love's heart from him?
I am a right maid for my cowardice: HERMIA
Let her not strike me. You perhaps may What, with Lysander?
Fine, i'faith! think,
Have you no modesty, no maiden Because she is something lower than
With Demetrius.
shame, myself,
No touch of bashfulness? What, will That I can match her.
you tear Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee,
Impatient answers from my gentle
Lower! hark, again.
Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet, No, sir, she shall not, though you take
you! Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with her part.
I evermore did love you, Hermia,
Puppet? why so? ay, that way goes the O, when she's angry, she is keen and
game. Did ever keep your counsels, never shrewd!
wrong'd you;
Now I perceive that she hath made She was a vixen when she went to
compare Save that, in love unto Demetrius, school;
Between our statures; she hath urged I told him of your stealth unto this And though she be but little, she is
her height; wood. fierce.
And with her personage, her tall He follow'd you; for love I follow'd HERMIA
personage, him;
'Little' again! nothing but 'low' and HELENA Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the
'little'! night;
I will not trust you, I,
Why will you suffer her to flout me The starry welkin cover thou anon
Nor longer stay in your curst company.
With drooping fog as black as Acheron,
Your hands than mine are quicker for a
Let me come to her.
fray, And lead these testy rivals so astray
My legs are longer though, to run As one come not within another's way.
Get you gone, you dwarf; away.
Like to Lysander sometime frame thy
You minimus, of hindering knot-grass tongue,
Exit Then stir Demetrius up with bitter
You bead, you acorn. wrong;
DEMETRIUS And sometime rail thou like Demetrius;
I am amazed, and know not what to
You are too officious say. And from each other look thou lead
them thus,
In her behalf that scorns your services.
Till o'er their brows death-
Let her alone: speak not of Helena; Exit
counterfeiting sleep
Take not her part; for, if thou dost OBERON
With leaden legs and batty wings doth
This is thy negligence: still thou creep:
Never so little show of love to her, mistakest,
Then crush this herb into Lysander's
Thou shalt aby it. Or else committ'st thy knaveries eye;
LYSANDER Whose liquor hath this virtuous
PUCK property,
Now she holds me not;
Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. To take from thence all error with his
Now follow, if thou darest, to try
whose right, might,
Did not you tell me I should know the
man And make his eyeballs roll with wonted
Of thine or mine, is most in Helena.
By the Athenian garment be had on?
When they next wake, all this derision
And so far blameless proves my
Follow! nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by
enterprise, Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision,
That I have 'nointed an Athenian's And back to Athens shall the lovers
eyes; wend,
Exeunt LYSANDER and
And so far am I glad it so did sort With league whose date till death shall
never end.
As this their jangling I esteem a sport.
Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,
You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of
you: I'll to my queen and beg her Indian
Thou see'st these lovers seek a place to
Nay, go not back.
And then I will her charmed eye release
From monster's view, and all things PUCK
shall be peace.
Exit Thou coward, art thou bragging to the
PUCK stars,
My fairy lord, this must be done with Telling the bushes that thou look'st for
Up and down, up and down,
haste, wars,
I will lead them up and down:
For night's swift dragons cut the And wilt not come? Come, recreant;
clouds full fast, I am fear'd in field and town: come, thou child;
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; Goblin, lead them up and down. I'll whip thee with a rod: he is defiled
At whose approach, ghosts, wandering Here comes one. That draws a sword on thee.
here and there,
Troop home to churchyards: damned Re-enter LYSANDER Yea, art thou there?
spirits all,
That in crossways and floods have
burial, Where art thou, proud Demetrius? Follow my voice: we'll try no manhood
speak thou now. here.
Already to their wormy beds are gone;
For fear lest day should look their
shames upon, Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where Exeunt
art thou?
They willfully themselves exile from
And must for aye consort with black- I will be with thee straight. LYSANDER
brow'd night. PUCK
He goes before me and still dares me
OBERON Follow me, then, on:
But we are spirits of another sort: To plainer ground. When I come where he calls, then he is
I with the morning's love have oft gone.
made sport,
Exit LYSANDER, as following the The villain is much lighter-heel'd than
And, like a forester, the groves may I:
I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly;
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red,
Re-enter DEMETRIUS That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed And here will rest me.
Turns into yellow gold his salt green Lysander! speak again:
streams. Lies down
Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou
But, notwithstanding, haste; make no fled? Come, thou gentle day!
delay: Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou For if but once thou show me thy grey
We may effect this business yet ere hide thy head? light,
I'll find Demetrius and revenge this O weary night, O long and tedious PUCK
spite. night,
On the ground
Abate thy hour! Shine comforts from
Sleep sound:
the east,
I'll apply
That I may back to Athens by daylight,
To your eye,
From these that my poor company
detest: Gentle lover, remedy.
And sleep, that sometimes shuts up
Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why comest thou sorrow's eye,
Squeezing the juice on LYSANDER's
Steal me awhile from mine own eyes
DEMETRIUS company.
When thou wakest,
Abide me, if thou darest; for well I wot
Thou takest
Thou runn'st before me, shifting every Lies down and sleeps
True delight
In the sight
And darest not stand, nor look me in
Yet but three? Come one more;
the face. Of thy former lady's eye:
Two of both kinds make up four. And the country proverb known,
Where art thou now?
Here she comes, curst and sad: That every man should take his own,
Cupid is a knavish lad, In your waking shall be shown:
Come hither: I am here.
Thus to make poor females mad. Jack shall have Jill;
Nay, then, thou mock'st me. Thou shalt Nought shall go ill;
buy this dear, Re-enter HERMIA
The man shall have his mare again, and
If ever I thy face by daylight see: HERMIA all shall be well.
Now, go thy way. Faintness Never so weary, never so in woe,
constraineth me
Bedabbled with the dew and torn with Exit
To measure out my length on this cold briers,
I can no further crawl, no further go;
By day's approach look to be visited.
My legs can keep no pace with my
Lies down and sleeps Here will I rest me till the break of HERMIA
lying asleep.
Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean
Re-enter HELENA
a fray!
Lies down and sleeps MOTH, MUSTARDSEED, and other
Fairies attending; OBERON behind honey-bag, signior. Where's Mounsieur dry oats. Methinks I have a great
unseen Mustardseed? desire to a bottle
TITANIA MUSTARDSEED of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no
Come, sit thee down upon this flowery Ready.
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, I have a venturous fairy that shall seek
Give me your neaf, Mounsieur
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek Mustardseed. Pray you, The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee
smooth head, new nuts.
leave your courtesy, good mounsieur.
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle BOTTOM
I had rather have a handful or two of
What's your Will?
BOTTOM dried peas.
Where's Peaseblossom? But, I pray you, let none of your people
Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help stir me: I
Cavalery Cobweb
have an exposition of sleep come upon
to scratch. I must to the barber's, me.
BOTTOM monsieur; for
Scratch my head Peaseblossom. Where's methinks I am marvellous hairy about
Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my
Mounsieur Cobweb? the face; and I
COBWEB am such a tender ass, if my hair do but
Fairies, begone, and be all ways away.
tickle me,
I must scratch.
Exeunt fairies
Mounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur,
So doth the woodbine the sweet
get you your What, wilt thou hear some music,
weapons in your hand, and kill me a my sweet love?
Gently entwist; the female ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and,
I have a reasonable good ear in music.
good O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
Let's have
mounsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do
the tongs and the bones.
not fret
They sleep
yourself too much in the action,
mounsieur; and, Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest
to eat. Enter PUCK
good mounsieur, have a care the honey-
bag break not; BOTTOM OBERON
I would be loath to have you Truly, a peck of provender: I could [Advancing] Welcome, good Robin.
overflown with a munch your good
See'st thou this sweet sight?
Her dotage now I do begin to pity: And think no more of this night's own fool's eyes peep.
For, meeting her of late behind the OBERON
wood, But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
Sound, music! Come, my queen, take
Seeking sweet favours from this But first I will release the fairy queen. hands with me,
hateful fool,
Be as thou wast wont to be; And rock the ground whereon these
I did upbraid her and fall out with her; sleepers be.
See as thou wast wont to see:
For she his hairy temples then had Now thou and I are new in amity,
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower
And will to-morrow midnight solemnly
Hath such force and blessed power.
With a coronet of fresh and fragrant
Dance in Duke Theseus' house
flowers; Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet
And that same dew, which sometime
And bless it to all fair prosperity:
on the buds TITANIA
There shall the pairs of faithful lovers
Was wont to swell like round and My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
orient pearls,
Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.
Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.
Stood now within the pretty flowerets' OBERON
eyes PUCK
There lies your love.
Like tears that did their own disgrace Fairy king, attend, and mark:
bewail. TITANIA
I do hear the morning lark.
When I had at my pleasure taunted her How came these things to pass? OBERON
And she in mild terms begg'd my O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage
Then, my queen, in silence sad,
patience, now!
Trip we after the night's shade:
I then did ask of her her changeling OBERON
child; We the globe can compass soon,
Silence awhile. Robin, take off this
Which straight she gave me, and her head. Swifter than the wandering moon.
fairy sent Titania, music call; and strike more TITANIA
To bear him to my bower in fairy land. dead Come, my lord, and in our flight
And now I have the boy, I will undo Than common sleep of all these five the
Tell me how it came this night
This hateful imperfection of her eyes: That I sleeping here was found
And, gentle Puck, take this With these mortals on the ground.
transformed scalp Music, ho! music, such as charmeth
From off the head of this Athenian
swain; Exeunt
That, he awaking when the other do, Music, still
May all to Athens back again repair PUCK Horns winded within
Now, when thou wakest, with thine
Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads Horns and shout within.
EGEUS, and train are hung LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS,
HELENA, and HERMIA wake and
THESEUS With ears that sweep away the
start up
morning dew;
Go, one of you, find out the forester;
Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like
For now our observation is perform'd; is past:
Thessalian bulls;
And since we have the vaward of the Begin these wood-birds but to couple
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth
day, now?
like bells,
My love shall hear the music of my LYSANDER
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Pardon, my lord.
Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with
Uncouple in the western valley; let
them go:
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly: I pray you all, stand up.
Dispatch, I say, and find the forester.
Judge when you hear. But, soft! what I know you two are rival enemies:
nymphs are these?
How comes this gentle concord in the
Exit an Attendant
EGEUS world,
We will, fair queen, up to the
My lord, this is my daughter here That hatred is so far from jealousy,
mountain's top,
To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?
And mark the musical confusion
And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is;
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena:
My lord, I shall reply amazedly,
I wonder of their being here together.
Half sleep, half waking: but as yet, I
I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
THESEUS swear,
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd
No doubt they rose up early to observe I cannot truly say how I came here;
the bear
The rite of May, and hearing our But, as I think,--for truly would I
With hounds of Sparta: never did I
intent, speak,
Came here in grace our solemnity. And now do I bethink me, so it is,--
Such gallant chiding: for, besides the
groves, But speak, Egeus; is not this the day I came with Hermia hither: our intent
The skies, the fountains, every region That Hermia should give answer of her Was to be gone from Athens, where we
near choice? might,
Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never EGEUS Without the peril of the Athenian law.
It is, my lord. EGEUS
So musical a discord, such sweet
THESEUS Enough, enough, my lord; you have
Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with
their horns. I beg the law, the law, upon his head.
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan
They would have stolen away; they Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: The duke was here, and bid us follow
would, Demetrius, him?
Of this discourse we more will hear
Thereby to have defeated you and me, anon. HERMIA
You of your wife and me of my Egeus, I will overbear your will; Yea; and my father.
For in the temple by and by with us HELENA
Of my consent that she should be your
These couples shall eternally be knit: And Hippolyta.
And, for the morning now is something LYSANDER
And he did bid us follow to the temple.
My lord, fair Helen told me of their
Our purposed hunting shall be set
stealth, DEMETRIUS
Of this their purpose hither to this Why, then, we are awake: let's follow
Away with us to Athens; three and
wood; him
And I in fury hither follow'd them, And by the way let us recount our
We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.
Fair Helena in fancy following me.
Come, Hippolyta.
But, my good lord, I wot not by what
power,-- Exeunt
But by some power it is,--my love to BOTTOM
EGEUS, and train
[Awaking] When my cue comes, call
Melted as the snow, seems to me now me, and I will
These things seem small and
As the remembrance of an idle gaud answer: my next is, 'Most fair
Pyramus.' Heigh-ho!
Which in my childhood I did dote
upon; Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-
Methinks I see these things with mender! Snout,
And all the faith, the virtue of my
parted eye,
heart, the tinker! Starveling! God's my life,
When every thing seems double. stolen
The object and the pleasure of mine eye,
HELENA hence, and left me asleep! I have had a
Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
most rare
So methinks:
Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia:
vision. I have had a dream, past the
And I have found Demetrius like a
But, like in sickness, did I loathe this wit of man to
say what dream it was: man is but an
Mine own, and not mine own.
But, as in health, come to my natural ass, if he go
about to expound this dream.
Now I do wish it, love it, long for it, Are you sure Methought I was--there
And will for evermore be true to it. That we are awake? It seems to me is no man can tell what. Methought I
THESEUS That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not
you think
methought I had,--but man is but a If he come not, then the play is marred: day during his life; he could not have
patched fool, if it goes 'scaped
he will offer to say what methought I not forward, doth it? sixpence a day: an the duke had not
had. The eye given him
of man hath not heard, the ear of man sixpence a day for playing Pyramus, I'll
It is not possible: you have not a man
hath not be hanged;
in all
seen, man's hand is not able to taste, he would have deserved it: sixpence a
Athens able to discharge Pyramus but
his tongue day in
to conceive, nor his heart to report, Pyramus, or nothing.
what my dream
No, he hath simply the best wit of any
was. I will get Peter Quince to write a
handicraft Enter BOTTOM
ballad of
man in Athens. BOTTOM
this dream: it shall be called Bottom's
Dream, QUINCE Where are these lads? where are these
because it hath no bottom; and I will Yea and the best person too; and he is a
sing it in the very QUINCE
latter end of a play, before the duke: paramour for a sweet voice. Bottom! O most courageous day! O
most happy hour!
peradventure, to make it the more FLUTE
gracious, I shall BOTTOM
You must say 'paragon:' a paramour is,
sing it at her death. God bless us, Masters, I am to discourse wonders:
but ask me not
a thing of naught.
what; for if I tell you, I am no true
Athenian. I
SCENE II. Athens. QUINCE'S house. Enter SNUG
will tell you every thing, right as it fell
SNUG out.
Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, Masters, the duke is coming from the QUINCE
and STARVELING temple, and
Let us hear, sweet Bottom.
QUINCE there is two or three lords and ladies
more married:
Have you sent to Bottom's house ? is he
Not a word of me. All that I will tell
come home yet? if our sport had gone forward, we had
you is, that
all been made
the duke hath dined. Get your apparel
He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he together,
good strings to your beards, new
transported. O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he ribbons to your
lost sixpence a
FLUTE pumps; meet presently at the palace;
every man look
o'er his part; for the short and the long
is, our
play is preferred. In any case, let
Thisby have
clean linen; and let not him that plays
the lion
pair his nails, for they shall hang out
for the