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txt version by Mike Scott (http://www.lexically.net) > < from "The Complete Works of William Shakespeare" > < ed. with a glossary by W.J. Craig M.A. > < (London: Oxford University Press, 1916) > <STAGE DIR> <Scene.—Athens, and a Wood near it.> </STAGE DIR> <ACT 1> <SCENE 1> <Athens. The Palace of Theseus.> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Philostrate, and Attendants.> </STAGE DIR> <THESEUS> <1%> Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace: four happy days bring in Another moon; but O! methinks how slow This old moon wanes; she lingers my desires, Like to a step dame, or a dowager Long withering out a young man's revenue. </THESEUS> <HIPPOLYTA> <1%> Four days will quickly steep themselves in night; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night Of our solemnities. </HIPPOLYTA> <THESEUS> <1%> Go, Philostrate, Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments; Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth; Turn melancholy forth to funerals; The pale companion is not for our pomp. <STAGE DIR> <Exit Philostrate.> </STAGE DIR> Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, And won thy love doing thee injuries; But I will wed thee in another key, With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling. </THESEUS> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Egeus, Hermia, Lysander, and Demetrius.> </STAGE DIR> <EGEUS> <1%> Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke! </EGEUS> <THESEUS> <2%> Thanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee?
</THESEUS> <EGEUS> <2%> Full of vexation come I, with complaint Against my child, my daughter Hermia. Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord, This man hath my consent to marry her. Stand forth, Lysander: and, my gracious duke, This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child: Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rimes, And interchang'd love-tokens with my child; Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung, With feigning voice, verses of feigning love; And stol'n the impression of her fantasy With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits, Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth; With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart; Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me, To stubborn harshness. And, my gracious duke, Be it so she will not here before your Grace Consent to marry with Demetrius, I beg the ancient privilege of Athens, As she is mine, I may dispose of her; Which shall be either to this gentleman, Or to her death, according to our law Immediately provided in that case. </EGEUS> <THESEUS> <3%> What say you, Hermia? be advis'd, fair maid. To you, your father should be as a god; One that compos'd your beauties, yea, and one To whom you are but as a form in wax By him imprinted, and within his power To leave the figure or disfigure it. Demetrius is a worthy gentleman. </THESEUS> <HERMIA> <3%> So is Lysander. </HERMIA> <THESEUS> <3%> In himself he is; But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice, The other must be held the worthier. </THESEUS> <HERMIA> <3%> I would my father look'd but with my eyes. </HERMIA> <THESEUS> <3%> Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. </THESEUS> <HERMIA> <3%> I do entreat your Grace to pardon me. I know not by what power I am made bold,
Nor how it may concern my modesty In such a presence here to plead my thoughts; But I beseech your Grace, that I may know The worst that may befall me in this case, If I refuse to wed Demetrius. </HERMIA> <THESEUS> <3%> Either to die the death, or to abjure For ever the society of men. Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires; Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Whe'r, if you yield not to your father's choice, You can endure the livery of a nun, For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd, To live a barren sister all your life, Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Thrice blessed they that master so their blood, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage; But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. </THESEUS> <HERMIA> <4%> So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Ere I will yield my virgin patent up Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke My soul consents not to give sovereignty. </HERMIA> <THESEUS> <4%> Take time to pause; and, by the next new moon,— The sealing-day betwixt my love and me For everlasting bond of fellowship,— Upon that day either prepare to die For disobedience to your father's will, Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would; Or on Diana's altar to protest For aye austerity and single life. </THESEUS> <DEMETRIUS> <5%> Relent, sweet Hermia; and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. </DEMETRIUS> <LYSANDER> <5%> You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. </LYSANDER> <EGEUS> <5%> Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my love, And what is mine my love shall render him; And she is mine, and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius. </EGEUS> <LYSANDER> <5%>
I have some private schooling for you both. go along: I must employ you in some business Against our nuptial. Could ever hear by tale or history. And. Egeus. </THESEUS> <EGEUS> <6%> With duty and desire we follow you. Upon this spotted and inconstant man. either it was different in blood. as well deriv'd as he. </HERMIA> <LYSANDER> <6%> Ay me! for aught that ever I could read. Egeus. Why should not I then prosecute my right? Demetrius. To death. For you. my lord. my love! Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast? </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <6%> Belike for want of rain.I am. look you arm yourself To fit your fancies to your father's will. sweet lady. my Hippolyta: what cheer. dotes in idolatry. my love? Demetrius and Egeus. Devoutly dotes. </HERMIA> . which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. Which by no means we may extenuate. And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof. I'll avouch it to his head.> </STAGE DIR> <LYSANDER> <6%> How now. my love is more than his. come. Come. The course of true love never did run smooth. fair Hermia. My mind did lose it. Made love to Nedar's daughter. Hippolyta. as Demetrius'. And come. But.— </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <7%> O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low. Helena. </EGEUS> <STAGE DIR> <Exeunt Theseus. Demetrius. I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia. or to a vow of single life. And won her soul. </LYSANDER> <THESEUS> <5%> I must confess that I have heard so much. being over-full of self-affairs. But. and she. which is more than all these boasts can be. Demetrius. you shall go with me. dotes. My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd If not with vantage. As well possess'd. But. Or else the law of Athens yields you up. and confer with you Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. and Train.
Hermia. Brief as the lightning in the collied night. By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves. death. And in the wood. Making it momentany as a sound. or sickness did lay siege to it. And ere a man hath power to say. If thou lov'st me then. There. and she hath no child: From Athens is her house remote seven leagues. Wishes and tears. may I marry thee. There will I stay for thee. </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <7%> If then true lovers have been ever cross'd. a dowager Of great revenue. That.— </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <7%> O hell! to choose love by another's eye. And she respects me as her only son. short as any dream. unfolds both heaven and earth. gentle Hermia.— </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <7%> O spite! too old to be engag'd to young. Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night. a league without the town. Where I did meet thee once with Helena. To do observance to a morn of May. I have a widow aunt. Swift as a shadow. in a spleen. poor fancy's followers. It stands as an edict in destiny: Then let us teach our trial patience. War. if there were a sympathy in choice. </HERMIA> <LYSANDER> <7%> Or. Because it is a customary cross. 'Behold!' The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion. . And to that place the sharp Athenian law Cannot pursue us. As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs. hear me. </HERMIA> <LYSANDER> <7%> Or else it stood upon the choice of friends. </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <8%> My good Lysander! I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow. </HERMIA> <LYSANDER> <8%> A good persuasion: therefore.<LYSANDER> <7%> Or else misgraffed in respect of years. By his best arrow with the golden head. By the simplicity of Venus' doves.
the more he follows me.> </STAGE DIR> <HERMIA> <9%> God speed fair Helena! Whither away? </HERMIA> <HELENA> <9%> Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. The rest I'd give to be to you translated. love.— In that same place thou hast appointed me. Sickness is catching: O! were favour so. When wheat is green. When the false Troyan under sail was seen.— In number more than ever women spoke. By all the vows that ever men have broke. here comes Helena. My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody. Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair! Your eyes are lode-stars! and your tongue's sweet air More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear. the more he hateth me. </HERMIA> <LYSANDER> <9%> Keep promise. </HERMIA> <HELENA> <10%> The more I love. and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. Yours would I catch. To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. ere I go. O! teach me how you look. yet he gives me love. </HERMIA> <HELENA> <9%> O! that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill.And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen. Demetrius being bated. yet he loves me still. </HELENA> <HERMIA> <9%> The more I hate. </LYSANDER> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Helena. my eye your eye. when hawthorn buds appear. </HERMIA> <HELENA> <9%> O! that my prayers could such affection move. </HELENA> <HERMIA> <10%> . </HELENA> <HERMIA> <9%> I give him curses. </HELENA> <HERMIA> <9%> I frown upon him. Were the world mine. Look. My ear should catch your voice. fair Hermia.
Farewell. holding no quantity. Love looks not with the eyes. Things base and vile. So I. Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me: O! then. And as he errs. There my Lysander and myself shall meet. Lysander: we must starve our sight From lovers' food till morrow deep midnight.> </STAGE DIR> <HELENA> <11%> How happy some o'er other some can be! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. To-morrow night. adieu: As you on him. Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste. is no fault of mine. where often you and I Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie. to you our minds we will unfold. </HERMIA> <HELENA> <10%> None. And thence from Athens turn away our eyes. my Hermia. when Phœbe doth behold Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass. And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so. Love can transpose to form and dignity. Before the time I did Lysander see. He will not know what all but he do know. Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet.— Through Athens' gates have we devis'd to steal. sweet playfellow: pray thou for us.> </STAGE DIR> Helena.—<STAGE DIR> <Exit Hermia. </HERMIA> <LYSANDER> <11%> I will.His folly. </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <10%> And in the wood. doting on Hermia's eyes. That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell. </HERMIA> <LYSANDER> <10%> Helen. what graces in my love do dwell. To seek new friends and stranger companies. Demetrius dote on you! </LYSANDER> <STAGE DIR> <Exit. but your beauty: would that fault were mine! </HELENA> <HERMIA> <10%> Take comfort: he no more shall see my face. . Helena. but with the mind. admiring of his qualities. And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius! Keep word. Lysander and myself will fly this place.— A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal. Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass.
Snug. I assure you. So he dissolv'd. Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd. and so grow to a point. To have his sight thither and back again. He hail'd down oaths that he was only mine. and Starveling. Flute. Nick Bottom. Now. and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby. </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <13%> Answer as I call you. good Peter Quince. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <13%> A very good piece of work. call forth your actors by the scroll. And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt.> </STAGE DIR> <QUINCE> <12%> Is all our company here? </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <12%> You were best to call them generally. then read the nam es of the actors. A Room in Quince's House. according to the scrip . which is thought fit. So the boy Love is perjur'd every where. to play in our interlude before the duke and the duchess on his weddin g-day at night. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <12%> First. and showers of oaths did melt. through al l Athens. The most lamentable comedy.> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Quince. Snout. it is a dear expense: But herein mean I to enrich my pain. our play is. say what the play treats on. </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <12%> Here is the scroll of every man's name.> </STAGE DIR> </SCENE 1> <SCENE 2> <The Same. As waggish boys in game themselves forswear. Masters. Bottom.Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is Love said to be a child. </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <13%> Marry. . For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne. the weaver. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight: Then to the wood will he to-morrow night Pursue her. </HELENA> <STAGE DIR> <Exit. and a merry. and for this intelligence If I have thanks. spread yourselves. man by man. good Peter Qu ince.
a tyrant's vein. let not me play a woman. </QUINCE> <FLUTE> <14%> What is Thisby? a wandering knight? </FLUTE> <QUINCE> <14%> It is the lady that Pyramus must love. I have a beard coming. Nick Bottom. or a part to tear a cat in. I will condole in some measu re. or a tyrant? </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <13%> A lover. </QUINCE> <FLUTE> <14%> Nay. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <13%> What is Pyramus? a lover. </FLUTE> . This is Ercles' vein. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <13%> That will ask some tears in the true performing of it: if I do it. To the rest: yet my chief humour is for a tyrant. </QUINCE> <FLUTE> <14%> Here. let t he audience look to their eyes. I will move storms. and proceed. Peter Quince. are set down for Pyramus. This was lofty! Now name the rest of the players. Name what part I am for. the bellows-mender. to make all split. </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <14%> Francis Flute. </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <13%> You. that kills himself most gallantly for love. a lover is more condoling. The raging rocks And shivering shocks Shall break the locks Of prison gates: And Phibbus' car Shall shine from far And make and mar The foolish Fates.</QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <13%> Ready. </FLUTE> <QUINCE> <14%> You must take Thisby on you. I could play Ercles rarely . faith.
I'll speak in a monstrous little voice. if it be. I will roar. no. </QUINCE> <STARVELING> <14%> Here. </QUINCE> <SNUG> <15%> Have you the lion's part written? pray you. and that were enough to hang us all. </SNUG> <QUINCE> <15%> You may do it extempore. for it is nothing but roaring. my lover dear. myself. the tinker. Peter Quince. a nd lady dear!' </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <14%> No. let me play Thisby too. and you may speak as small as you will. you must play Pyramus. you th e lion's part: and. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <14%> An I may hide my face. 'Thisne. I will roar. proceed. you must play Thisby's mother. I hope. the joiner. </QUINCE> . that I will do any man's heart go od to hear me.<QUINCE> <14%> That's all one: you shall play it in a mask. that they would shriek. let him roar again. Pyramus's father. </STARVELING> <QUINCE> <14%> Robin Starveling. 'Let him roar again. Tom Snout. give it me. you would fright the duchess and the l adies. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <15%> Let me play the lion too.' </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <15%> An you should do it too terribly. Thisne!' 'Ah. Thisby's father. the tailor. you Thisby. that I will make the duke say. </SNOUT> <QUINCE> <15%> You. here is a play fitted. </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <14%> Robin Starveling. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <14%> Well. thy Thisby dear. and Flute. Peter Quince. </QUINCE> <SNOUT> <14%> Here. Snug. for I am slow of study. Pyramus.
gentleman-like man. therefore. adieu.<ALL> </ALL> <15%> That would hang us. we shall be dogged with company. and meet me in the palace woo d. a most lovely. request yo u. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <16%> We will meet. </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <16%> Some of your French crowns have no hair at all. for Pyramus is a sweet-faced man. or your French-crown colour beard. But masters. as one shall see in a summer's day. but I will aggravate my voice so that I will roar you as gently as any sucking dove. and there we may rehearse more obscenely and courageously. your orange-tawny beard. if that you should fright the ladies out of their wits. a pr oper man. what you will. Take pains. to con them by to-morrow night. and then you will play b are-faced. friends. your perf ect yellow.> </STAGE DIR> </BOTTOM> </SCENE 2> . by moonlight: there will we rehearse. What beard were I best to play it in? </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <16%> Why. and our devices known. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <16%> Well. <BOTTOM> <15%> I grant you. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <16%> I will discharge it in either your straw-colour beard. they would have no more discretion but to hang us. or cut bow-strings. In the mea ntime I will draw a bill of properties. and I am to entreat you. be perfect. you must needs play Pyramus. for if we meet in the city. <STAGE DIR> <Exeunt. hold. such as our play wants. </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <17%> At the duke's oak we meet. </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <15%> You can play no part but Pyramus. your purple-in-grain beard. here are your parts. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <17%> Enough. and desire you. I will undertake it. I will roar you as 'twere any nightingale. a mile without the town. I pray you. fail me not. every mother's son.
And now they never meet in grove. or green.> <STAGE DIR> <Enter a Fairy on one side. Because that she as her attendant hath A lovely boy. over dale. By fountain clear. To dew her orbs upon the green: The cowslips tall her pensioners be. and Puck on the other. Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite Call'd Robin Goodfellow: are you not he That frights the maidens of the villagery. perforce. Creep into acorn-cups and hide them there. to trace the forests wild. </FAIRY> <PUCK> <17%> The king doth keep his revels here to-night. Farewell. In their gold coats spots you see. Our queen and all her elves come here anon.> </STAGE DIR> <PUCK> <17%> How now. Thorough bush. for fear. Take heed the queen come not within his sight. that all their elves. But she. withholds the loved boy. Crowns him with flowers. stol'n from an Indian king. For Oberon is passing fell and wrath. or spangled starlight sheen. thorough fire. Thorough flood. Skim milk. And I serve the fairy queen. Over park. over pale. thorough brier. fairy favours. She never had so sweet a changeling. In their freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dew-drops here. . Swifter than the moone's sphere.</ACT 1> <ACT 2> <SCENE 1> <A Wood near Athens. And jealous Oberon would have the child Knight of his train. But they do square. Those be rubies. spirit! whither wander you? </PUCK> <FAIRY> <17%> Over hill. thou lob of spirits: I'll be gone. </PUCK> <FAIRY> <18%> Either I mistake your shape and making quite. and sometimes labour in the quern. I do wander every where. and makes him all her joy. And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. And bootless make the breathless housewife churn.
the bouncing Amazon. But. forsooth. skip hence: I have forsworn his bed and company. down topples she. proud Titania.> </STAGE DIR> <OBERON> <19%> Ill met by moonlight. telling the saddest tale. To Theseus must be wedded. and Titania from the other. against her lips I bob And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale. and make him smile When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile. Your buskin'd mistress and your warrior love. when she drinks. Fairies. The wisest aunt. I jest to Oberon. </TITANIA> <OBERON> <20%> Tarry. </PUCK> <FAIRY> <19%> And here my mistress. Come from the furthest steppe of India? But that. And waxen in their mirth. Playing on pipes of corn. Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me. And 'tailor' cries. room. and versing love To amorous Phillida. Would that he were gone! </FAIRY> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Oberon from one side. And. and they shall have good luck: Are you not he? </FAIRY> <PUCK> <19%> Fairy. And in the shape of Corin sat all day. You do their work. Why art thou here. </OBERON> <TITANIA> <20%> What! jealous Oberon. I am that merry wanderer of the night. rash wanton! am not I thy lord? </OBERON> <TITANIA> <20%> Then. In very likeness of a roasted crab. and you come To give their bed joy and prosperity. Then slip I from her bum. fairy! here comes Oberon.And sometime make the drink to bear no barm. and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there. and neeze. with his Train. and falls into a cough. Mislead night-wanderers. And then the whole quire hold their hips and loff. </TITANIA> . laughing at their harm? Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck. but I know When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land. I must be thy lady. with he rs. thou speak'st aright. Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl.
</TITANIA> <OBERON> <22%> Do you amend it then. forest. Met we on hill. And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is. angry winter. Knowing I know thy love to Theseus? Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night From Perigouna. The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud. The spring. and the mazed world. And crows are fatted with the murrion flock. as in mockery. The ploughman lost his sweat. have suck'd up from the sea Contagious fogs. change Their wonted liveries. set. Why should Titania cross her Oberon? I do but beg a little changeling boy. </OBERON> <TITANIA> <22%> Set your heart at rest. in dale. But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. As in revenge. the governess of floods. falling in the land. Therefore the winds. To be my henchman. now knows not which is which. Or in the beached margent of the sea. And this same progeny of evil comes From our debate. With Ariadne. since the middle summer's spring. . or mead. Titania. washes all the air.<OBERON> <20%> How canst thou thus for shame. the summer. whom he ravished? And make him with fair Ægle break his faith. or by rushy brook. The childing autumn. Pale in her anger. and the green corn Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard: The fold stands empty in the drowned field. from our dissension: We are their parents and original. By their increase. And the quaint mazes in the wanton green For lack of tread are undistinguishable: The human mortals want their winter here: No night is now with hymn or carol blest: Therefore the moon. That rheumatic diseases do abound: And thorough this distemperature we see The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose. which. Glance at my credit with Hippolyta. and Antiopa? </OBERON> <TITANIA> <20%> These are the forgeries of jealousy: And never. Have every pelting river made so proud That they have overborne their continents: The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain. it lies in you. By paved fountain. To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind. piping to us in vain.
and sail upon the land. His mother was a votaress of my order: And. and I will go with thee. </OBERON> <TITANIA> <23%> Not for thy fairy kingdom. And see our moonlight revels. shun me. with pretty and with swimming gait Following. come hither. go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove Till I torment thee for this injury. and return again. To fetch me trifles.— Would imitate. Marking the embarked traders on the flood. by night. </OBERON> <PUCK> <24%> I remember. being mortal. </TITANIA> <OBERON> <23%> How long within this wood intend you stay? </OBERON> <TITANIA> <23%> Perchance. My gentle Puck. in the spiced Indian air. rich with merchandise. If not. away! We shall chide downright. if I longer stay. of that boy did die. Thou remember'st Since once I sat upon a promontory. That the rude sea grew civil at her song. Fairies.> </STAGE DIR> <OBERON> <23%> Well. and I will spare your haunts.The fairy land buys not the child of me. . And certain stars shot madly from their spheres To hear the sea-maid's music. go with us. But she. As from a voyage. And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands. Flying between the cold moon and the earth. If you will patiently dance in our round. And for her sake I do rear up her boy. but thou couldst not. till after Theseus' weddingday. Full often hath she gossip'd by my side. </PUCK> <OBERON> <24%> That very time I saw. </TITANIA> <STAGE DIR> <Exit Titania with her Train. When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind.—her womb then rich with my young squire. And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. And for her sake I will not part with him. Which she. </TITANIA> <OBERON> <23%> Give me that boy.
Love-in-idleness. Before milk-white. And the imperial votaress passed on. I'll make her render up her page to me. As I can take it with another herb. </OBERON> <PUCK> <25%> I'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower. </OBERON> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Demetrius. Thou told'st me they were stol'n into this wood. And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow. Be it on lion. Because I cannot meet my Hermia. or bull.> </STAGE DIR> <OBERON> <25%> Having once this juice I'll watch Titania when she is asleep. you hard-hearted adamant: But yet you draw not iron. But who comes here? I am invisible. Hence! get thee gone. for my heart Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw. As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts. Fetch me this herb. or on busy ape. Helena following him. In maiden meditation. the other slayeth me. now purple with love's wound. bear. fancy-free. On meddling monkey. </DEMETRIUS> <HELENA> <26%> You draw me. and be thou here again Ere the leviathan can swim a league. or wolf. Fetch me that flower. . the herb I show'd thee once: The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees. But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon.> </STAGE DIR> <DEMETRIUS> <25%> I love thee not. and wood within this wood. And here am I.Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west. She shall pursue it with the soul of love: And ere I take this charm off from her sight. </PUCK> <STAGE DIR> <Exit. And I will overhear their conference. and follow me no more. Where is Lysander and fair Hermia? The one I'll slay. And maidens call it. And drop the liquor of it in her eyes: The next thing then she waking looks upon. therefore pursue me not.
What worser place can I beg in your love. And yet a place of high respect with me. And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone. Unworthy as I am. For I am sick when I do look on you. lose me. and. Than to be used as you use your dog? </HELENA> <DEMETRIUS> <26%> Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit. and commit yourself Into the hands of one that loves you not. spurn me. and Daphne holds the chase. only give me leave. the story shall be chang'd. Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company. When all the world is here to look on me? </HELENA> <DEMETRIUS> <27%> I'll run from thee and hide me in the brakes. do I not in plainest truth Tell you I do not nor I cannot love you? </DEMETRIUS> <HELENA> <26%> And even for that do I love you the more. The dove pursues the griffin. </DEMETRIUS> <HELENA> <27%> The wildest hath not such a heart as you. To trust the opportunity of night And the ill counsel of a desert place With the rich worth of your virginity. To leave the city. The more you beat me.And I shall have no power to follow you. rather. Demetrius. I will fawn on you: Use me but as your spaniel. . strike me. Therefore I think I am not in the night. </HELENA> <DEMETRIUS> <26%> Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? Or. the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger: bootless speed. Apollo flies. to follow you. Run when you will. I am your spaniel. </DEMETRIUS> <HELENA> <27%> Your virtue is my privilege: for that It is not night when I do see your face. </DEMETRIUS> <HELENA> <26%> And I am sick when I look not on you. </HELENA> <DEMETRIUS> <26%> You do impeach your modesty too much. Neglect me.
nymph: ere he do leave this grove.> </STAGE DIR> I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell. Take thou some of it. in the town. Thou shalt know the man By the Athenian garments he hath on. We should be woo'd and were not made to woo. <PUCK> <28%> Ay. </PUCK> <OBERON> <28%> I pray thee. And make her full of hateful fantasies. And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin. Effect it with some care. Or. </OBERON> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Puck. and seek through this grove: A sweet Athenian lady is in love With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes. </DEMETRIUS> <HELENA> <27%> Ay. You do me mischief. there it is. </HELENA> <STAGE DIR> <Exit. the field. With sweet musk-roses. Fie. Demetrius! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex. and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania some time of the night. Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine. wanderer. Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight. and he shall seek thy love.When cowardice pursues and valour flies. as men may do. </HELENA> <DEMETRIUS> <27%> I will not stay thy questions: let me go. if thou follow me. We cannot fight for love. To die upon the hand I love so well. <STAGE DIR> <Exit Demetrius. But do it when the next thing he espies May be the lady.> </STAGE DIR> Hast thou the flower there? Welcome.> </STAGE DIR> <OBERON> <28%> Fare thee well. Thou shalt fly him. give it me. do not believe But I shall do thee mischief in the wood. that he may prove More fond on her than she upon her love. </OBERON> . I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows. Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in: And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes. in the temple.
nor charm. with lullaby. with melody. One aloof stand sentinel. Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds. now a roundel and a fairy song. approach not near. lulla. hence. You spotted snakes with double tongue. Come not near our fairy queen. </PUCK> <STAGE DIR> <Exeunt. lulla. lullaby. &c. and wonders At our quaint spirits. lulla. Weaving spiders come not here.> </STAGE DIR> . The Fairies sing. Newts. Worm nor snail. your servant shall do so.> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Titania. you long-legg'd spinners. and let me rest. To make my small elves coats. Then to your offices. Then.> </STAGE DIR> <TITANIA> <29%> Come. and blind-worms. Thorny hedge-hogs. Philomel. <STAGE DIR> <Exeunt Fairies. </TITANIA> <FAIRY> <30%> Hence. for the third of a minute. Come our lovely lady nigh. that nightly hoots. Philomel. Titania sleeps. my lord. Sing in our sweet lullaby: Lulla. with her Train. do no offence. Nor spell. Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings. away! now all is well. Sing me now asleep. good night. with melody. do no wrong. So. I.<PUCK> <29%> Fear not. be not seen. and some keep back The clamorous owl. II. hence! Beetles black. Hence.> </STAGE DIR> </SCENE 1> <SCENE 2> <Another Part of the Wood. lullaby: Never harm.
Pard. Do it for thy true-love take. And to speak troth. or bear. for my sake. If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied. But. for love and courtesy Lie further off. . Hermia.> </STAGE DIR> <OBERON> <30%> What thou seest when thou dost wake. </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <31%> Nay. and squeezes the flower on Titania's eyelids. or boar with bristled hair. </HERMIA> <LYSANDER> <31%> One turf shall serve as pillow for us both. and one troth. you faint with wandering in the wood. I mean that my heart unto yours is knit. </HERMIA> <LYSANDER> <31%> O! take the sense. it is thy dear. Two bosoms interchained with an oath. my dear. Lysander: find you out a bed. And tarry for the comfort of the day. Love takes the meaning in love's conference. So then two bosoms and a single troth. So that but one heart we can make of it. in human modesty. For I upon this bank will rest my head. gentle friend. Love and languish for his sake: Be it ounce. Hermia. Lie further off yet. I do not lie. I have forgot our way: We'll rest us. lying so. <STAGE DIR> <Exit.> </STAGE DIR> <LYSANDER> <31%> Fair love. </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <31%> Be it so. if you think it good. For. sweet. In thy eye that shall appear When thou wak'st. one bed. Then by your side no bed-room me deny. One heart.</FAIRY> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Oberon. </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <31%> Lysander riddles very prettily: Now much beshrew my manners and my pride. do not lie so near. Wake when some vile thing is near. good Lysander.> </STAGE DIR> </OBERON> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Lysander and Hermia. two bosoms. of my innocence. or cat.
And then end life when I end loyalty! <STAGE DIR> <Retires a little distance. Despised the Athenian maid.Such separation as may well be said Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid.> </STAGE DIR> <HELENA> <33%> Stay. sweet Demetrius. sleeping sound. this kill-courtesy. though thou kill me. good night.> </STAGE DIR> <PUCK> <32%> Through the forest have I gone.> </STAGE DIR> Here is my bed: sleep give thee all his rest! </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <32%> With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd! <STAGE DIR> <They sleep. running.> </STAGE DIR> Churl. my master said. upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe. On the dank and dirty ground. let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eyelid: So awake when I am gone. <STAGE DIR> <Squeezes the flower on Lysander's eyelids. say I. And here the maiden. Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end! </HERMIA> <LYSANDER> <32%> Amen. So far be distant.> </STAGE DIR> </PUCK> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Demetrius and Helena. But Athenian found I none. sweet friend. For I must now to Oberon. Pretty soul! she durst not lie Near this lack-love. When thou wak'st. <STAGE DIR> <Exit.> </STAGE DIR> </HERMIA> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Puck. Night and silence! who is here? Weeds of Athens he doth wear: This is he. to that fair prayer. and. amen. </HELENA> . On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring love.
</DEMETRIUS> <HELENA> <33%> O! wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. no.> </STAGE DIR> <HELENA> <33%> O! I am out of breath in this fond chase. if you live. no wound. hence. Lysander. the lesser is my grace. Not Hermia. till now ripe not to reason. That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Therefore no marvel though Demetrius Do. being young. No. Where is Demetrius? O! how fit a word Is that vile name to perish on my sword. </LYSANDER> <HELENA> <34%> Do not say so. For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. on thy peril: I alone will go. Things growing are not ripe until their season. I am as ugly as a bear. </DEMETRIUS> <STAGE DIR> <Exit Demetrius.<DEMETRIUS> <33%> I charge thee. my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. Lysander. So I.> </STAGE DIR> And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake. The more my prayer. </HELENA> <DEMETRIUS> <33%> Stay. Happy is Hermia. Transparent Helena! Nature shows art. say not so. For beasts that meet me run away for fear. And reason says you are the worthier maid. . </HELENA> <LYSANDER> <34%> Content with Hermia! No: I do repent The tedious minutes I with her have spent. fly my presence thus. </HELENA> <LYSANDER> <34%> <STAGE DIR> <Awaking. What though he love your Hermia? Lord! what though? Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content. good sir. awake. wheresoe'er she lies. How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears: If so. and do not haunt me thus. as a monster. And touching now the point of human skill. but Helena I love: Who will not change a raven for a dove? The will of man is by his reason sway'd. What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne? But who is here? Lysander! on the ground! Dead? or asleep? I see no blood.
Speak. Lysander. And you sat smiling at his cruel prey.Reason becomes the marshal to my will. Lysander! what! remov'd?—Lysander! lord! What! out of hearing? gone? no sound. is't not enough. </LYSANDER> <HELENA> <35%> Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough. good sooth. </LYSANDER> <STAGE DIR> <Exit. In such disdainful manner me to woo. as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings. For. my surfeit and my heresy. <STAGE DIR> <Exit. And never mayst thou come Lysander near. and to be her knight. help me! do thy best To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast. sleep thou there. nor never can. Or.> </STAGE DIR> </HERMIA> . Ay me. Of all be hated. Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye. no. but the most of me! And. young man. Hermia. But fare you well: perforce I must confess I thought you lord of more true gentleness. Should of another therefore be abus'd. for pity! what a dream was here! Lysander. O! that a lady of one man refus'd.> </STAGE DIR> <LYSANDER> <35%> She sees not Hermia. you do. no word? Alack! where are you? speak. And leads me to your eyes. address your love and might To honour Helen. an if you hear.> </STAGE DIR> <HERMIA> <36%> <STAGE DIR> <Awaking. </HELENA> <STAGE DIR> <Exit. where I o'erlook Love's stories written in love's richest book. all my powers. But you must flout my insufficiency? Good troth. No! then I well perceive you are not nigh: Either death or you I'll find immediately. of all loves! I swound almost with fear.> </STAGE DIR> Help me. That I did never. as the heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive: So thou. you do me wrong. look how I do quake with fear: Methought a serpent eat my heart away.
Th is green plot shall be our stage. and l and that Pyramu them that I. </STARVELING> <BOTTOM> <37%> Not a whit: I have a device to make all well. Py out of fear. <QUINCE> <37%> Well. when all is done. </SNOUT> <STARVELING> <37%> I believe we must leave the killing out. pat. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <38%> No. Snout. Titania lying asleep. How answer you that? </BOTTOM> <SNOUT> <37%> By'r lakin. bully Bottom? </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <37%> There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby that will never pl ease. tell ramus.— </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <37%> What sayst thou. Flute. </BOTTOM> . and Starveling. which the ladies cannot abide. Write me a et the prologue seem to say. but Bottom the weaver: this will put them </BOTTOM> prologue. Bottom. a parlous fear. and here's a marvellous convenient place for our rehearsal.> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Quince. and it shall be written in eight and six. make it two more: let it be written in eight and eight. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <37%> Peter Quince. this hawthorn-brake our tiring-house. and.</SCENE 2> </ACT 2> <ACT 3> <SCENE 1> <A Wood.> </STAGE DIR> <BOTTOM> <36%> Are we all met? </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <37%> Pat. First. we will have such a prologue. s is not killed indeed. Snug. and we w ill do it in action as we will do it before the duke. Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself. for the more better assurance. am not Pyramus. we will do no harm with our swords.
What say you. the person of Moonshine. I am no such thing: I am a man as other men are. you know. </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <38%> Well. for Pyramus and Thisby . 'I would request you. to bring th e moonlight into a chamber. Pyramus and Thisby meet by moonlight. where we play. </QUINCE> <SNUG> <39%> Doth the moon shine that night we play our play? </SNUG> <BOTTOM> <39%> A calendar. or to the same defe ct. there is another thing: we must have a wall in the great chamber. </BOTTOM> <SNOUT> <38%> Therefore.' and there indeed let him name his name. find o ut moonshine. not to tremble: my life for yours. you must name his name. </QUINCE> <SNUG> <39%> You can never bring in a wall. and he himself must speak through. another prologue must tell he is not a lion. </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <39%> Yes. Bottom? . that is. saying thus. or to present. then may you leave a casement of the great chamber-window. 'Fair ladies.<SNOUT> <38%> Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion? </SNOUT> <STARVELING> <38%> I fear it. and the moon may shine in at the casement. and we ought to look to it. I promise you. </SNOUT> <BOTTOM> <38%> Nay. 'I would entreat you.' or.' or. Then. or else one must come in with a bush of thorns and a lanthorn. did talk through the chink of a wall. it shall be so. says the story. not to fear.' 'I would wish you. find out moonshine. </STARVELING> <BOTTOM> <38%> Masters. it doth shine that night. a calendar! look in the almanack. is a most dreadful thing. 'Ladies. If you think I come hither as a lion. it were pity of my life: no. open. </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <39%> Ay. But there is two hard things. and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner.' or. for. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <39%> Why. and s ay he comes to disfigure. you ought to consider with yourselves: to bring in. for there is not a more fearful w ild-fowl than your lion living.—God shield us !—a lion among ladies. and half his face must be seen through the lion's neck.
Come. my dearest Thisby dear. and through that cranny shall Pyramus and Thisby whisper. than all is well. So near the cradle of the fairy queen? What! a play toward. or some rough-cast about him. Pyramus. for you must understand.> </STAGE DIR> <PUCK> <40%> A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here! </PUCK> <STAGE DIR> <Exit. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <40%> —odours savours sweet: So hath thy breath. an d rehearse your parts. And by and by I will to thee appear. you begin: when you have spoken your speech. sit down.> </STAGE DIR> <FLUTE> <40%> Must I speak now? </FLUTE> <QUINCE> <40%> Ay. and so every one according to his cue. </QUINCE> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Puck. stand forth. behind. Pyramus. </PUCK> <QUINCE> <40%> Speak. and is to come again.—Thisby. and let him hold his fi ngers thus. . and let him have some plaster. I'll be an auditor. the flowers have odious savours sweet.— </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <40%> Odorous. ent er into that brake. to signify wall. must you. he goes but to see a noise that he heard. </BOTTOM> <STAGE DIR> <Exit. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <40%> Thisby. if I see cause. a voice! stay thou but here awhile. An actor too perhaps.> </STAGE DIR> <PUCK> <40%> What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here.</SNUG> <BOTTOM> <39%> Some man or other must present Wall. every mother's son. odorous. But hark. or s ome loam. marry. </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <40%> If that may be.
fair Thisby. Most brisky juvenal. at Ninny's tomb. through brake. and burn. Pyramus. A hog. enter: your cu e is past.> </STAGE DIR> <BOTTOM> <42%> Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them to make me afeard. Pray. And neigh. Why. </PUCK> <STAGE DIR> <Exit. Pyramus. Through bog.' </QUINCE> <FLUTE> <41%> O!—As true as truest horse. </BOTTOM> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Snout. and Bottom with an ass's head. masters! fly. </FLUTE> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Puck.> </STAGE DIR> <SNOUT> <42%> O Bottom. it is 'never tire. that you answer to Pyramus: you speak all your part at once. most lily-white of hue. fire. at every turn. and eke most lovely Jew.</QUINCE> <FLUTE> <41%> Most radiant Pyramus. you must not speak that yet. and bark. Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier.> </STAGE DIR> <BOTTOM> <41%> If I were.' man. I'll meet thee. </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <41%> O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. and roar. thou art changed! what do I see on thee? </SNOUT> <BOTTOM> <42%> What do you see? you see an ass-head of your own. do you? . I'll lead you about a round. sometime a fire. a headless bear. </FLUTE> <QUINCE> <41%> 'Ninus' tomb. through brier: Sometime a horse I'll be. hound. I were only thine. As true as truest horse that yet would never tire. cues and all. sometime a hound. through bush. Like horse.> </STAGE DIR> <PUCK> <41%> I'll follow you. masters!—Help! </QUINCE> <STAGE DIR> <Exeunt Clowns. hog. bear. and grunt. that yet would never tire.
But I will not stir from this place. for indeed. if they could. to swear. On the first view. The more the pity. The wren with little quill. I can gl eek upon occasion. to say. The throstle with his note so true. gentle mortal. though he cry 'cuckoo' never so? </BOTTOM> <TITANIA> <43%> I pray thee. reason and love keep little company together now-a-days. nay. Nay. so black of hue. sing again: Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note. And thy fair virtue's force. With orange-tawny bill. that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. perforce. </QUINCE> <STAGE DIR> <Exit. </BOTTOM> <TITANIA> <43%> <STAGE DIR> <Awaking. and the lark. The ousel-cock. that they shall hear I am not afraid. The plain-song cuckoo gray. you should have little reason for that: and yet. and I will sing.> </STAGE DIR> <BOTTOM> <42%> I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me. Whose note full many a man doth mark. mistress. who would set his wit to so foolish a bird? who would give a bird the lie.> </STAGE DIR> </BOTTOM> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Quince. the sparrow. And dares not answer. do what they can: I will walk up an d down here. doth move me. So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape.<STAGE DIR> <Exit Snout.> </STAGE DIR> <QUINCE> <42%> Bless thee. I love thee. </TITANIA> <BOTTOM> <43%> Methinks. </BOTTOM> <TITANIA> <43%> . to fright me. Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated.> </STAGE DIR> What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? </TITANIA> <BOTTOM> <43%> The finch. to say the truth.
</COBWEB> <MOTH> <44%> And I. And sing. The summer still doth tend upon my state. Feed him with apricocks and dewberries. but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood.> </STAGE DIR> <PEASE-BLOSSOM> <44%> Ready. green figs. whe'r thou wilt or no. And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs. And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep. I have enough to serve mine own turn. Hop in his walks. and mulberries. </BOTTOM> <TITANIA> <44%> Out of this wood do not desire to go: Thou shalt remain here. I am a spirit of no common rate. Pease-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed! </TITANIA> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Four Fairies. </TITANIA> <BOTTOM> <43%> Not so. and gambol in his eyes. elves. neither.Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep: And I will purge thy mortal grossness so That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. </PEASE-BLOSSOM> <COBWEB> <44%> And I. And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes. </MUSTARD-SEED> <ALL FOUR> <44%> Where shall we go? </ALL FOUR> <TITANIA> <44%> Be kind and courteous to this gentleman. and to arise. I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee. And pluck the wings from painted butterflies To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes: Nod to him. </TITANIA> <PEASE-BLOSSOM> <45%> . </MOTH> <MUSTARD-SEED> <44%> And I. and do him courtesies. To have my love to bed. The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees. go with me. And I do love thee: therefore. With purple grapes.
I know your patience well: that same cowardly. your father. mortal! </PEASE-BLOSSOM> <COBWEB> Hail! </COBWEB> <MOTH> <45%> Hail! </MOTH> <MUSTARD-SEED> <45%> Hail! </MUSTARD-SEED> <BOTTOM> <45%> I cry your worships mercy. Good Master Pease-blossom. </COBWEB> <BOTTOM> <45%> I shall desire you of more acquaintance. </PEASE-BLOSSOM> <BOTTOM> <45%> I pray you. And when she weeps. giant-like ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house. </BOTTOM> <COBWEB> <45%> Cobweb. Lamenting some enforced chastity. Tie up my love's tongue. I desire you of more acquaintance . your mother. Your name.Hail. lead him to my bower. and to Master Pe ascod. I beseech you. your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. sir? </BOTTOM> <MUSTARD-SEED> <45%> Mustard-seed. commend me to Mistress Squash. weeps every little flower. </BOTTOM> <TITANIA> <46%> Come. bring him silently. </MUSTARD-SEED> <BOTTOM> <45%> Good Master Mustard-seed. heartily: I beseech your worship's name. looks with a watery eye. </TITANIA> <STAGE DIR> <Exeunt.> </STAGE DIR> <45%> . honest gentleman? </BOTTOM> <PEASE-BLOSSOM> <45%> Pease-blossom. good Master Cobweb: if I out my finger. I shall desire you of more acquai ntance too. Your name. I shall make bold with you. The moon methinks. I promise you. good Master Mustard-seed. wait upon him.
I led them on in this distracted fear. Or russet-pated choughs. Who Pyramus presented in their sport Forsook his scene. so it came to pass. And forth my mimick comes. When I did him at this advantage take. Their sense thus weak.</SCENE 1> <SCENE 2> <Another Part of the Wood. But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes With the love-juice. The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort. Rising and cawing at the gun's report. Which she must dote on in extremity. A crew of patches. and help from Athens calls. While she was in her dull and sleeping hour. Made senseless things begin to do them wrong. As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye. lost with their fears thus strong. Then.— . Titania wak'd and straightway lov'd an ass. as I did bid thee do? </OBERON> <PUCK> <48%> I took him sleeping. at his sight. He murder cries.> </STAGE DIR> How now. and enter'd in a brake. </PUCK> <OBERON> <47%> This falls out better than I could devise. An ass's nowl I fixed on his head: Anon his Thisbe must be answered. Sever themselves. some hats. away his fellows fly. And. <STAGE DIR> <Enter Puck. at our stamp.—that is finish'd too. So. mad spirit! </OBERON> What night-rule now about this haunted grove? <PUCK> <46%> My mistress with a monster is in love.> </STAGE DIR> <OBERON> <46%> I wonder if Titania be awak'd. what it was that next came in her eye. here o'er and o'er one falls. That work for bread upon Athenian stalls. from yielders all things catch. many in sort. And left sweet Pyramus translated there. Here comes my messenger. For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch. When they him spy.> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Oberon. and madly sweep the sky. When in that moment. Some sleeves. rude mechanicals. Were met together to rehearse a play Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day. Near to her close and consecrated bower.
Hast thou slain him then? Henceforth be never number'd among men! O! once tell true. I fear. when he wak'd. Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty. and that the moon May through the centre creep. Being o'er shoes in blood. hast given me cause to curse. </DEMETRIUS> <HERMIA> <48%> Now I but chide. so dead. </PUCK> <DEMETRIUS> <48%> O! why rebuke you him that loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. but I should use thee worse. It cannot be but thou hast murder'd him. </DEMETRIUS> <HERMIA> <49%> What's this to my Lysander? where is he? Ah! good Demetrius. And kill me too.> </STAGE DIR> <OBERON> <48%> Stand close: this is the same Athenian. So should a murderer look. cur! thou driv'st me past the bounds Of maiden's patience. and so displease Her brother's noontide with the Antipodes. tell true. as clear. of force she must be ey'd. </DEMETRIUS> <HERMIA> <49%> Out. so grim. wilt thou give him me? </HERMIA> <DEMETRIUS> <49%> I had rather give his carcass to my hounds. Durst thou have look'd upon him being awake. And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch! Could not a worm. Yet you. look as bright.And the Athenian woman by his side. For thou. do so much? . the murderer. Would he have stol'n away From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon This whole earth may be bor'd. e'en for my sake. but not this the man. </OBERON> <PUCK> <48%> This is the woman. dog! out. That. </PUCK> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Demetrius and Hermia. The sun was not so true unto the day As he to me. and so should I. an adder. </HERMIA> <DEMETRIUS> <49%> So should the murder'd look. As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. plunge in knee deep. If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep.
that. that cost the fresh blood dear. By some illusion see thou bring her here: I'll charm his eyes against she do appear. tell me then that he is well.An adder did it. </OBERON> <PUCK> <50%> Then fate o'er-rules. Which now in some slight measure it will pay. </DEMETRIUS> <HERMIA> <49%> I pray thee. one man holding troth. and pale of cheer With sighs of love. And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: Of thy misprision must perforce ensue Some true-love turn'd. And from thy hated presence part I so. for with doubler tongue Than thine. thou serpent. </DEMETRIUS> <STAGE DIR> <Lies down and sleeps. So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe. </HERMIA> <STAGE DIR> <Exit. </HERMIA> <DEMETRIUS> <49%> An if I could. what should I get therefore? </DEMETRIUS> <HERMIA> <50%> A privilege never to see me more. whe'r he be dead or no. See me no more. A million fail. confounding oath on oath. for aught that I can tell. Nor is he dead. and not a false turn'd true.> </STAGE DIR> <OBERON> <50%> What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite. </HERMIA> <DEMETRIUS> <49%> You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood: I am not guilty of Lysander's blood. If for his tender here I make some stay. never adder stung. And Helena of Athens look thou find: All fancy-sick she is. </PUCK> <OBERON> <50%> About the wood go swifter than the wind.> </STAGE DIR> <DEMETRIUS> <50%> There is no following her in this fierce vein: Here therefore for awhile I will remain. </OBERON> .
That must needs be sport alone. Let her shine as gloriously As the Venus of the sky. Helena is here at hand.> </STAGE DIR> <OBERON> <51%> Flower of this purple dye. and vows so born. And those things do best please me That befall preposterously. </PUCK> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Lysander and Helena. </OBERON> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Puck. look how I go. And the youth. mistook by me. </PUCK> <STAGE DIR> <Exit. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord. Hit with Cupid's archery. When his love he doth espy. Pleading for a lover's fee.<PUCK> <51%> I go. I weep. In their nativity all truth appears. Beg of her for remedy.> </STAGE DIR> <PUCK> <51%> Captain of our fairy band. if she be by. Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.> </STAGE DIR> <LYSANDER> <51%> Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look. when I vow. When thou wak'st. what fools these mortals be! </PUCK> <OBERON> <51%> Stand aside: the noise they make Will cause Demetrius to awake. Sink in apple of his eye. How can these things in me seem scorn to you. </OBERON> <PUCK> <51%> Then will two at once woo one. I go. .
and swear. For you love Hermia. my love. </DEMETRIUS> <HELENA> <53%> O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent To set against me for your merriment: If you were civil and knew courtesy. </HELENA> <LYSANDER> <53%> You are unkind. </HELENA> <LYSANDER> <52%> Demetrius loves her. You would not use a gentle lady so. You would not do me thus much injury. and he loves not you. perfect. and you will nothing weigh: Your vows. Demetrius. shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. Will even weigh. To vow. turns to a crow When thou hold'st up thy hand. </HELENA> <LYSANDER> <52%> I had no judgment when to her I swore. to mock Helena: A trim exploit. tempting grow. O! let me kiss That princess of pure white. this seal of bliss. When I am sure you hate me with your hearts. O! how ripe in show Thy lips. those kissing cherries. When truth kills truth. put in two scales. in my mind. O devilish-holy fray! These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er? Weigh oath with oath. and superpraise my parts. as men you are in show. Fann'd with the eastern wind. And now both rivals. and love Hermia. be not so. Can you not hate me. But you must join in souls to mock me too? If you were men. </LYSANDER> <DEMETRIUS> <52%> <STAGE DIR> <Awaking. and both as light as tales. and extort A poor soul's patience. a manly enterprise. as I know you do. This pure congealed white. all to make you sport. high Taurus' snow. nymph. now you give her o'er.Bearing the badge of faith to prove them true? </LYSANDER> <HELENA> <52%> You do advance your cunning more and more. this you know I know: . You both are rivals. to her and me. divine! To what. </LYSANDER> <HELENA> <52%> Nor none. To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes With your derision! none of noble sort Would so offend a virgin.> </STAGE DIR> O Helen! goddess.
who more engilds the night Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light. And yours of Helena to me bequeath. The ear more quick of apprehension makes. My heart with her but as guest wise sojourn'd. that from the eye his function takes. with all my heart. Mine ear. It pays the hearing double recompense. In Hermia's love I yield you up my part. Fair Helena. found. </HERMIA> . keep thy Hermia. I thank it.> </STAGE DIR> <HERMIA> <54%> Dark night. I will none: If e'er I lov'd her. </HELENA> <DEMETRIUS> <54%> Lysander. But why unkindly didst thou leave me so? </HERMIA> <LYSANDER> <54%> Why should he stay. Lysander. all that love is gone. with all good will. Look! where thy love comes: yonder is thy dear.And here. And now to Helen it is home return'd. brought me to thy sound. The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so? </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <55%> You speak not as you think: it cannot be. There to remain. </LYSANDER> <DEMETRIUS> <54%> Disparage not the faith thou dost not know. that would not let him bide. </LYSANDER> <HELENA> <54%> Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Whom I do love. Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense. Thou art not by mine eye. Lest to thy peril thou aby it dear. it is not so. and will do to my death. whom love doth press to go? </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <54%> What love could press Lysander from my side? </HERMIA> <LYSANDER> <54%> Lysander's love. </DEMETRIUS> <LYSANDER> <54%> Helen. </DEMETRIUS> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Hermia. Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know.
</HELENA> <HERMIA> <56%> I am amazed at your passionate words. And tender me. so rich within his soul. The sister-vows. forsooth. persever. Due but to one. Both warbling of one song. both in one key. But by your setting on. O! is it all forgot? All school-days' friendship. 'tis not maidenly: Our sex.— To call me goddess. but one heart. with two seeming bodies. Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. To follow me and praise my eyes and face. nymph. Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid! Have you conspir'd. So. So hung upon with love. Though I alone do feel the injury. and crowned with one crest. and minds. When we have chid the hasty-footed time For parting us. . Two of the first. as in scorn. like two artificial gods. </HERMIA> <HELENA> <57%> Ay. But miserable most to love unlov'd? This you should pity rather than despise. seeming parted. may chide you for it. divine and rare.— Who even but now did spurn me with his foot. </HERMIA> <HELENA> <56%> Have you not set Lysander. And made your other love. counterfeit sad looks. Like to a double cherry.<HELENA> <55%> Lo! she is one of this confederacy. </HELENA> <HERMIA> <57%> I understand not what you mean by this. But yet an union in partition. the hours that we have spent. sitting on one cushion. so fortunate. So we grew together. childhood innocence? We. affection. To join with men in scorning your poor friend? It is not friendly. And will you rent our ancient love asunder. celestial? Wherefore speaks he this To her he hates? and wherefore doth Lysander Deny your love. Demetrius. As if our hands. as well as I. like coats in heraldry. Had been incorporate. voices. Both on one sampler. have you with these contriv'd To bait me with this foul derision? Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd. by your consent? What though I be not so in grace as you. I scorn you not: it seems that you scorn me. Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all three To fashion this false sport in spite of me. Hermia. do. our sides. Precious. Have with our neelds created both one flower.
shall be chronicled. my soul. Seem to But yet </DEMETRIUS> <58%> he'll . But. come not: you are a tame man. do not scorn her so. I do: I swear by that which I will lose for thee. </LYSANDER> <DEMETRIUS> <58%> I say I love thee more than he can do. </HERMIA> <DEMETRIUS> <57%> If she cannot entreat. . hold the sweet jest up: This sport. or manners. well carried. </LYSANDER> <DEMETRIUS> <58%> Quick. as you would follow. To prove him false that says I love thee not. You would not make me such an argument. by my life. take on. </DEMETRIUS> <LYSANDER> <57%> Thou canst compel no more than she entreat: Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers. whereto tends all this? </HERMIA> <LYSANDER> <58%> Away. I can compel. </DEMETRIUS> <LYSANDER> <58%> If thou say so. </HELENA> <LYSANDER> <57%> Stay. grace. I love thee. my life.Make mouths upon me when I turn my back. fare ye well: 'tis partly mine own fault. gentle Helena! hear my excuse: My love. and prove it too. If you have any pity. Wink each at other. Which death or absence soon shall remedy. no. withdraw. . go! . you Ethiop! </LYSANDER> <DEMETRIUS> No. break loose. fair Helena! </LYSANDER> <HELENA> <57%> O excellent! </HELENA> <HERMIA> <57%> Sweet. come! </DEMETRIUS> <HERMIA> <58%> Lysander. Helen.
by my life. Since night you lov'd me. hence! </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <58%> Do you not jest? </HERMIA> <HELENA> <58%> Yes. Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent. sooth. </DEMETRIUS> <LYSANDER> <58%> What! should I hurt her. thou burr! vile thing. nothing truer: 'tis no jest. thou cat. my love? Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lysander? I am as fair now as I was erewhile. </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <58%> Why are you grown so rude? what change is this. the gods forbid!— In earnest. strike her. let loose. and so do you. Be certain. kill her dead? Although I hate her. I will keep my word with thee. And never did desire to see thee more. </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <58%> What! can you do me greater harm than hate? Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news. I'll not harm her so. loathed medicine! hated poison.—O. of question.> </STAGE DIR> Hang off. That I do hate thee and love Helena. </HELENA> <LYSANDER> <58%> Demetrius. </LYSANDER> <DEMETRIUS> <58%> I would I had your bond. since night you left me: Why. shall I say? </HERMIA> <LYSANDER> <59%> Ay.— </HERMIA> <LYSANDER> <58%> Thy love! out. then you left me. </LYSANDER> <HERMIA> <59%> O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom! You thief of love! what! have you come by night . Therefore be out of hope.<LYSANDER> <58%> <STAGE DIR> <To Hermia. doubt. for I perceive A weak bond holds you: I'll not trust your word. Sweet love. yet. tawny Tartar. out! Out.
And stol'n my love's heart from him? </HERMIA> <HELENA> <59%> Fine. Save that. so: ay. And are you grown so high in his esteem. </HERMIA> <HELENA> <60%> I pray you. in love unto Demetrius. get you gone. i' faith! Have you no modesty. And follow you no further: let me go: You see how simple and how fond I am. that I leave here behind. Her height. </HERMIA> <HELENA> <60%> Good Hermia. </HELENA> <HERMIA> <61%> Why. that way goes the game. her tall personage. so you will let me quiet go. you puppet you! </HELENA> <HERMIA> <59%> Puppet! why. </HELENA> . never wrong'd you. no maiden shame. Let her not hurt me: I was never curst. Because she is something lower than myself. No touch of bashfulness? What! will you tear Impatient answers from my gentle tongue? Fie. gentlemen. And with her personage. How low am I? I am not yet so low But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. though you mock me. Did ever keep your counsels. Now I perceive that she hath made compare Between our statures: she hath urg'd her height. That I can match her. You perhaps may think. He follow'd you. and threaten'd me To strike me. forsooth. But he hath chid me hence. do not be so bitter with me. she hath prevail'd with him. spurn me. I evermore did love you. to kill me too: And now. fie! you counterfeit. Who is't that hinders you? </HERMIA> <HELENA> <61%> A foolish heart. </HELENA> <HERMIA> <60%> Lower! hark. for love I follow'd him. again. I am a right maid for my cowardice: Let her not strike me. I told him of your stealth unto this wood. Because I am so dwarfish and so low? How low am I. To Athens will I bear my folly back. thou painted maypole? speak. nay. I have no gift at all in shrewishness. Hermia.
Helena. </DEMETRIUS> <HELENA> <61%> O! when she's angry.<HERMIA> <61%> What! with Lysander? </HERMIA> <HELENA> <61%> With Demetrius. </DEMETRIUS> <STAGE DIR> <Exeunt Lysander and Demetrius. if thou dar'st. </HERMIA> <LYSANDER> <61%> Get you gone. if thou dost intend Never so little show of love to her. is most in Helena. she is keen and shrewd. You minimus. You bead. speak not of Helena. </DEMETRIUS> <LYSANDER> <61%> Now she holds me not. mistress. </HELENA> <HERMIA> <61%> 'Little' again! nothing but 'low' and 'little!' Why will you suffer her to flout me thus? Let me come to her.> </STAGE DIR> <HERMIA> <62%> You. </LYSANDER> <DEMETRIUS> <61%> No. . though you take her part. I'll go with thee. for. cheek by jole. go not back. sir. to try whose right. Take not her part. </HELENA> <LYSANDER> <61%> Be not afraid: she shall not harm thee. She was a vixen when she went to school: And though she be but little. of hindering knot-grass made. </LYSANDER> <DEMETRIUS> <62%> Follow! nay. she is fierce. you acorn! </LYSANDER> <DEMETRIUS> <61%> You are too officious In her behalf that scorns your services. Now follow. Let her alone. Or thine or mine. all this coil is 'long of you: Nay. she shall not. you dwarf. Thou shalt aby it.
Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep: Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye. And so far am I glad it so did sort. overcast the night. Nor longer stay in your curst company. When they next wake. Whose liquor hath this virtuous property. Whiles I in this affair do thee employ. And sometime rail thou like Demetrius. </PUCK> <OBERON> <62%> Thou see'st these lovers seek a place to fight: Hie therefore. </OBERON> . Robin. And lead these testy rivals so astray. king of shadows. With league whose date till death shall never end. Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong. </OBERON> <PUCK> <62%> Believe me. And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight. all this derision Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision. My legs are longer though. </HELENA> <STAGE DIR> <Exit. Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue. and know not what to say. I'll to my queen and beg her Indian boy.</HERMIA> <HELENA> <62%> I will not trust you. And then I will her charmed eye release From monster's view.> </STAGE DIR> <HERMIA> <62%> I am amaz'd. to run away. </HERMIA> <STAGE DIR> <Exit. To take from thence all error with his might. As one come not within another's way. As this their jangling I esteem a sport.> </STAGE DIR> <OBERON> <62%> This is thy negligence: still thou mistak'st. That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes. Did not you tell me I should know the man By the Athenian garments he had on? And so far blameless proves my enterprise. The starry welking cover thou anon With drooping fog as black as Acheron. And back to Athens shall the lovers wend. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray. I mistook. and all things shall be peace. Or else commit'st thy knaveries wilfully. And from each other look thou lead them thus. I.
Goblin.> </STAGE DIR> <LYSANDER> <65%> Where art thou. They wilfully themselves exile from light. wandering here and there. For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast. </OBERON> <STAGE DIR> <Exit Oberon.> </STAGE DIR> . But. ghosts. </PUCK> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Lysander.> </STAGE DIR> <PUCK> <64%> Up and down. And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night. villain! drawn and ready. And. Turns into yellow gold his salt green-streams. then. <STAGE DIR> <Exit Lysander as following the voice. lead them up and down. notwithstanding. make no delay: We may effect this business yet ere day. Troop home to churchyards: damned spirits all. </LYSANDER> <PUCK> <65%> Follow me. all fiery-red. </LYSANDER> <PUCK> <65%> Here. Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams. this must be done with haste. I will lead them up and down: I am fear'd in field and town. Where art thou? </PUCK> <LYSANDER> <65%> I will be with thee straight. Here comes one. up and down. like a forester. the groves may tread. Even till the eastern gate. At whose approach. And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger. To plainer ground. </PUCK> <OBERON> <64%> But we are spirits of another sort. That in cross-ways and floods have burial. Already to their wormy beds are gone. I with the morning's love have oft made sport. proud Demetrius? speak thou now. haste. For fear lest day should look their shames upon.<PUCK> <63%> My fairy lord.
shifting every place. <STAGE DIR> <Lies down. Thou runaway. And wilt not come? Come. thou child. for well I wot Thou runn'st before me. Where art thou now? . come. why com'st thou not? </PUCK> <DEMETRIUS> <66%> Abide me.> </STAGE DIR> </PUCK> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Lysander. art thou there? </DEMETRIUS> <PUCK> <65%> Follow my voice: we'll try no manhood here.> </STAGE DIR> <PUCK> <66%> Ho! ho! ho! Coward. thou coward. recreant. but faster he did fly.> </STAGE DIR> </LYSANDER> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Puck and Demetrius. And dar'st not stand. Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars. That fallen am I in dark uneven way.</PUCK> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Demetrius. then he is gone. nor look me in the face. And here will rest me. I'll whip thee with a rod: he is defil'd That draws a sword on thee.> </STAGE DIR> <LYSANDER> <65%> He goes before me and still dares me on: When I come where he calls. <STAGE DIR> <Sleeps.> </STAGE DIR> <DEMETRIUS> <65%> Lysander! speak again. </PUCK> <DEMETRIUS> <65%> Yea. <STAGE DIR> <Exeunt. if thou dar'st.> </STAGE DIR> Come. art thou fled? Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head? </DEMETRIUS> <PUCK> <65%> Thou coward! art thou bragging to the stars. I'll find Demetrius and revenge this spite. thou gentle day! For if but once thou show me thy grey light. The villain is much lighter-heel'd than I: I follow'd fast.
Heavens shield Lysander. no further go. thou mock'st me. Steal me awhile from mine own company.> </STAGE DIR> <PUCK> <67%> Yet but three? Come one more.> </STAGE DIR> <HELENA> <67%> O weary night! O long and tedious night. </PUCK> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Hermia. Two of both kinds make up four. Faintness constraineth me To measure out my length on this cold bed: By day's approach look to be visited.</DEMETRIUS> <PUCK> <66%> Come hither: I am here. never so in woe.> </STAGE DIR> <HERMIA> <67%> Never so weary. Bedabbled with the dew and torn with briers. if they mean a fray! </HERMIA> <STAGE DIR> <Lies down and sleeps. </PUCK> <DEMETRIUS> <66%> Nay then.> </STAGE DIR> </DEMETRIUS> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Helena. <STAGE DIR> <Lies down and sleeps. If ever I thy face by daylight see: Now. Here will I rest me till the break of day. that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye. curst and sad: Cupid is a knavish lad. Here she comes. </HELENA> <STAGE DIR> <Lies down and sleeps. From these that my poor company detest: And sleep. My legs can keep no pace with my desires. go thy way. Thus to make poor females mad.> </STAGE DIR> <PUCK> <67%> On the ground . Abate thy hours! shine. Thou shalt buy this dear. I can no further crawl. from the east! That I may back to Athens by daylight. comforts.
In your waking shall be shown: Jack shall have Jill.> </STAGE DIR> <TITANIA> <68%> Come.> </STAGE DIR> </PUCK> </SCENE 2> </ACT 3> <ACT 4> <SCENE 1> <A Wood. remedy <STAGE DIR> <Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eyes. Fairies attending.> </STAGE DIR> When thou wak'st. </COBWEB> . Gentle lover. Pease-blossom.Sleep sound: I'll apply To your eye.> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Titania and Bottom. And kiss thy fair large ears. my gentle joy. And all shall be well. Thou tak'st True delight In the sight Of thy former lady's eye: And the country proverb known. Nought shall go ill. And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head. sit thee down upon this flowery bed. <STAGE DIR> <Exit. Demetrius. Helena and Hermia lying asleep. </TITANIA> <BOTTOM> <68%> Where's Pease-blossom? </BOTTOM> <PEASE-BLOSSOM> <68%> Ready. Lysander. The man shall have his mare again. Where's Mounsieur Cobweb? </BOTTOM> <COBWEB> <68%> Ready. </PEASE-BLOSSOM> <BOTTOM> <68%> Scratch my head. While I thy amiable cheeks do coy. Oberon behind unseen. That every man should take his own.
for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face. but to help Cavalery Cobweb to scratch. Pray you. good mounsieur. sweet love. be gone. I must to the barber's. let none of your people stir me: I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. and fetch thee thence new nuts. sweet hay. <STAGE DIR> . and kil l me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle. </BOTTOM> <TITANIA> <70%> I have a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard. hath no fellow. mounsieur. good mounsieur. have a care the honey-bag break not. I must scratch. a peck of provender: I could munch your good dry oats. and. But. I would be loath to have yo u overflown with a honey-bag. </TITANIA> <BOTTOM> <69%> Truly. </BOTTOM> <MUSTARD-SEED> <69%> What's your will? </MUSTARD-SEED> <BOTTOM> <69%> Nothing. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay. leave your curtsy. I pray you. good mounsieur. good mounsieur. Fairies. Do not fret yourself too much in the action. bring me the honey-bag. and. if my hair do but tickle me. Mounsieur Mustard-seed. </MUSTARD-SEED> <BOTTOM> <69%> Give me your neaf. mounsieur. what thou desir'st to eat. and be all ways away. and I will wind thee in my arms. good mounsieur. signior. wilt thou hear some music.<BOTTOM> <68%> Mounsieur Cobweb. </BOTTOM> <TITANIA> <69%> What. get your weapons in your hand. my sweet love? </TITANIA> <BOTTOM> <69%> I have a reasonable good ear in music: let us have the tongs and the bon es. Where's Mounsieur Mustard-seed? </BOTTOM> <MUSTARD-SEED> <69%> Ready. a nd I am such a tender ass. </BOTTOM> <TITANIA> <70%> Sleep thou. </TITANIA> <BOTTOM> <70%> I had rather have a handful or two of dried pease. </BOTTOM> <TITANIA> <69%> Or say.
But first I will release the fairy queen.<Exeunt Fairies. my Titania. </OBERON> <TITANIA> <72%> My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamour'd of an ass. And now I have the boy. I will undo This hateful imperfection of her eyes: And. For she his hairy temples then had rounded With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers. gentle Puck. how I dote on thee! <STAGE DIR> <They sleep.> </STAGE DIR> So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle Gently entwist.> </STAGE DIR> <OBERON> <70%> <STAGE DIR> <Advancing.> </STAGE DIR> Be as thou wast wont to be. take this transformed scalp From off the head of this Athenian swain. meeting her of late behind the wood. my sweet queen. See'st thou this sweet sight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity: For. O! how I love thee. See as thou wast wont to see: Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower Hath such force and blessed power. I did upbraid her and fall out with her. Now. Stood now within the pretty flowerets' eyes Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. </TITANIA> <OBERON> <72%> . good Robin. wake you. Which straight she gave me. and her fairy sent To bear him to my bower in fairy land. which sometime on the buds Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls. <STAGE DIR> <Touching her eyes with an herb.> </STAGE DIR> Welcome. May all to Athens back again repair. And she in mild terms begg'd my patience. Seeking sweet favours for this hateful fool. And that same dew. the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. I then did ask of her her changeling child. awaking when the other do. When I had at my pleasure taunted her.> </STAGE DIR> </TITANIA> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Puck. That he. And think no more of this night's accidents But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
and in our flight Tell me how it came this night That I sleeping here was found With these mortals on the ground. Trip we after the night's shade. take hands with me. We the globe can compass soon. Titania. Swifter than the wandering moon. </PUCK> <OBERON> <72%> Then. .> </STAGE DIR> <PUCK> <72%> When thou wak'st. my queen. with Theseus. all in jollity. ho! music! such as charmeth sleep. And will to-morrow midnight solemnly Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly. </OBERON> <TITANIA> <72%> How came these things to pass? O! how mine eyes do loathe his visage now. And bless it to all fair prosperity. my lord. take off this head. Robin. with thine own fool's eyes peep. music. my queen. attend. and mark: I do hear the morning lark. </OBERON> <TITANIA> <73%> Come.There lies your love. and strike more dead Than common sleep of all these five the sense. </OBERON> <PUCK> <72%> Fairy king. There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Wedded. And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. music call. </OBERON> <TITANIA> <72%> Music. in silence sad. music! <STAGE DIR> <Still. </TITANIA> <STAGE DIR> <Music. Now thou and I are new in amity. </PUCK> <OBERON> <72%> Sound.> </STAGE DIR> Come. awhile. </TITANIA> <OBERON> <72%> Silence.
but match'd in mouth like bells. The skies. my lord. the fountains. Hippolyta. This Helena. So flew'd. But.> </STAGE DIR> </TITANIA> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Theseus. such sweet thunder. fair queen. in Sparta. nor in Thessaly: Judge. Uncouple in the western valley. Lysander. and. find out the forester.> </STAGE DIR> <THESEUS> <73%> Go. </EGEUS> <THESEUS> <74%> No doubt they rose up early to observe The rite of May. </HIPPOLYTA> <THESEUS> <74%> My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind. besides the groves. Horns winded within. is not this the day That Hermia should give answer of her choice? </THESEUS> <EGEUS> <74%> It is. up to the mountain's top. when you hear. every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry. For now our observation is perform'd. Egeus. And this. and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew. and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls. Egeus. My love shall hear the music of my hounds. In Crete. one of you. let them go: Dispatch. and find the forester. soft! what nymphs are these? </THESEUS> <EGEUS> <74%> My lord. old Nedar's Helena: I wonder of their being here together. We will. When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear Such gallant chiding.<STAGE DIR> <Exeunt. Slow in pursuit. </THESEUS> <HIPPOLYTA> <73%> I was with Hercules and Cadmus once. this is my daughter here asleep. for. . I never heard So musical a discord. I say. and Train. But speak. And mark the musical confusion Of hounds and echo in conjunction. Came here in grace of our solemnity. this Demetrius is. Crook-knee'd. so sanded. Each under each. nor cheer'd with horn. hearing our intent. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to. And since we have the vaward of the day.
my good lord. my lord. To sleep by hate. Thereby to have defeated you and me. my lord. upon his head. Of this their purpose hither. so it is.> </STAGE DIR> <THESEUS> <75%> I pray you all. But. <STAGE DIR> <Horns and shout within. I shall reply amazedly. the virtue of my heart.— I came with Hermia hither: our intent Was to be gone from Athens. And I in fury hither follow'd them. I swear.> </STAGE DIR> Good morrow. </LYSANDER> <STAGE DIR> <He and the rest kneel. To her.—for truly would I speak. fair Helen told me of their stealth. Of my consent that she should be your wife. and Helena. wake and start up. Demetrius. enough. seems to me now As the remembrance of an idle gaud Which in my childhood I did dote upon. But. as I think. I cannot truly say how I came here. bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. They would have stol'n away. Demetrius. the law. The object and the pleasure of mine eye.</EGEUS> <THESEUS> <74%> Go. . and me of my consent. Is only Helena. And now I do bethink me. you have enough: I beg the law. That hatred is so far from jealousy. You of your wife. where we might. </EGEUS> <DEMETRIUS> <76%> My lord. Hermia. stand up. Without the peril of the Athenian law— </LYSANDER> <EGEUS> <75%> Enough. Saint Valentine is past: </THESEUS> Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? <LYSANDER> <75%> Pardon. And all the faith. I wot not by what power. to this wood. and fear no enmity? </THESEUS> <LYSANDER> <75%> My lord.— But by some power it is. Half sleep. Fair Helena in fancy following me.—my love to Hermia. Lysander. they would. friends. Melted as doth the snow. my lord. half waking: but as yet. I know you two are rival enemies: How comes this gentle concord in the world.
Mine own. </HERMIA> <HELENA> <77%> So methinks: And I have found Demetrius. you are fortunately met: Of this discourse we more will hear anon. But. Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside. like in sickness. long for it. we are awake. and my father. And will for evermore be true to it. Hippolyta. Egeus. </HELENA> <DEMETRIUS> <77%> Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me That yet we sleep. Hippolyta. and Train. </HELENA> <LYSANDER> <77%> And he did bid us follow to the temple.Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia: But. for the morning now is something worn. When everything seems double. </LYSANDER> <DEMETRIUS> <77%> Why then. . love it. </DEMETRIUS> <HERMIA> <77%> Methinks I see these things with parted eye. like a jewel. Now do I wish it. as in health. did I loathe this food. Let's follow him. </THESEUS> <STAGE DIR> <Exeunt Theseus. Away with us. Come. and bid us follow him? </DEMETRIUS> <HERMIA> <77%> Yea. Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. we dream. come to my natural taste. We'll hold a feast in great solemnity. to Athens: three and three. These couples shall eternally be knit: And. </HERMIA> <HELENA> <77%> And Hippolyta. For in the temple.> </STAGE DIR> <DEMETRIUS> <77%> These things seem small and undistinguishable. I will overbear your will. </DEMETRIUS> <THESEUS> <76%> Fair lovers. and not mine own. Do you not think The duke was here. Egeus. with us. by and by.
because it h ath no bottom. The eye of man hath not he ard.> </STAGE DIR> </SCENE 1> <SCENE 2> <Athens. before the duke: peradventure. what my dream was. and I will answer: my next is. and the best person too. man's hand is not able to taste. he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft man in Athens.> </STAGE DIR> <BOTTOM> <77%> <STAGE DIR> <Awaking. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream. and he is a very paramour for a sweet voic e. call me. I have had a dream. and left me asleep! I have had a mos t rare vision. </DEMETRIUS> <STAGE DIR> <Exeunt. </BOTTOM> <STAGE DIR> <Exit. to make it the more gracious. and Starveling.—and methought I had. if he will offer to say what methought I had.> </STAGE DIR> <QUINCE> <79%> Have you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet? </QUINCE> <STARVELING> <79%> He cannot be heard of. </QUINCE> <FLUTE> <79%> No.> </STAGE DIR> When my cue comes. 'Most fa ir Pyramus. Methought I was—there is no man can tell what. A Room in Quince's House.—but man is but a patche d fool. doth it? </FLUTE> <QUINCE> <79%> It is not possible: you have not a man in all Athens able to discharge P yramus but he. and I will sing it in the latter end of a play. the bellows-mender! Snout. Flute.And by the way let us recount our dreams. nor his heart to report.' Heigh-ho! Peter Quince! Flute. Methought I was.> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Quince. Out of doubt he is transported. the ear of man hath not seen. his tongue t o conceive. past the wit of man to say what dream it was: man is but an ass. I shall sing it at her death. </QUINCE> . </STARVELING> <FLUTE> <79%> If he come not. the tinke r! Starveling! God's my life! stolen hence. </FLUTE> <QUINCE> <79%> Yea. Snout. if he go about to expound this dream. then the play is marred: it goes not forward.
I am no true Athenian. and there is two or three l ords and ladies more married: if our sport had gone forward. away. <STAGE DIR> <Exeunt. God bless us! a thing of naught. for they shall hang out for the lion's claws. for if I tell y ou. most dear actors. I'll be hanged.> </STAGE DIR> <BOTTOM> <80%> Where are these lads? where are these hearts? </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <80%> Bottom! O most courageous day! O most happy hour! </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <80%> Masters. </SNUG> <FLUTE> <79%> O sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a day during his life. I will tell you everything. for the short an d the long is.> </STAGE DIR> </BOTTOM> </SCENE 2> </ACT 4> <ACT 5> . our play is preferred. we had all been mad e men. right as it fell out. meet presently at the palace. </BOTTOM> <QUINCE> <80%> Let us hear. he would have deserved it: sixpence a day in Pyramus. the duke is coming from the temple. </FLUTE> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Snug. sweet Bottom. let Thisby have clean linen. and let not him that plays the lion pare his nails.<FLUTE> <79%> You must say. And. that the duke hath dined. All that I will tell you is.> </STAGE DIR> <SNUG> <79%> Masters. I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not what. he could not have 'scaped sixpence a day: an the duke had not given him sixpence a day for playing Pyramus. In any case. No more words: away! go. for we are to utter sweet breath. or nothing. 'paragon:' a paramour is. new ribbons to your pum ps. eat no onions nor garlic. </FLUTE> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Bottom. it is a sweet come dy. Get your apparel together. every man look o'er his part. and I do not doubt but to hear them say. good strings to your beards. </QUINCE> <BOTTOM> <80%> Not a word of me.
the madman. imagining some fear. if it would but apprehend some joy. And. It comprehends some bringer of that joy. Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye. that these lovers speak of. as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown. Such shaping fantasies. </HIPPOLYTA> <THESEUS> <82%> Here come the lovers.<SCENE 1> <Athens. More witnesseth than fancy's images. I never may believe These antique fables. the lover. Demetrius. Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold. and Helena. your board. gentle friends! joy. and fresh days of love </THESEUS> Accompany your hearts! <LYSANDER> <82%> More than to us Wait in your royal walks. The lunatic. Doth glance from heaven to earth. what dances shall we have. the poet's pen Turns them to shapes. But. that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. strange and admirable. my Theseus. Hippolyta. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains. in a fine frenzy rolling. and Attendants. your bed! </LYSANDER> <THESEUS> <82%> Come now.> </STAGE DIR> <HIPPOLYTA> <81%> 'Tis strange.> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Theseus. Philostrate. howsoever. and the poet. Hermia.> </STAGE DIR> Joy. <STAGE DIR> <Enter Lysander. Lords. An Apartment in the Palace of Theseus. How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear! </THESEUS> <HIPPOLYTA> <82%> But all the story of the night told over. That is. nor these fairy toys. all as frantic. To wear away this long age of three hours . full of joy and mirth. Such tricks hath strong imagination. And grows to something of great constancy. And all their minds transfigur'd so together. </HIPPOLYTA> <THESEUS> <81%> More strange than true. the lover. what masques. from earth to heaven. Or in the night. That.
Between our after-supper and bed-time? Where is our usual manager of mirth? What revels are in hand? Is there no play. if not with some delight? </THESEUS> <PHILOSTRATE> <83%> There is a brief how many sports are ripe. That is an old device. The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals. Merry and tragical! tedious and brief! That is. some ten words long. Which is as brief as I have known a play. For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. late deceas'd in beggary. Which when I saw rehears'd. to be sung By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.> </STAGE DIR> <THESEUS> <83%> The battle with the Centaurs. In glory of my kinsman Hercules. and it was play'd When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. </PHILOSTRATE> <THESEUS> <83%> Say. my noble lord. hot ice and wonderous strange snow. my lord. mighty Theseus. How shall we find the concord of this discord? </THESEUS> <PHILOSTRATE> <84%> A play there is. Which makes it tedious. but more merry tears The passion of loud laughter never shed. A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus And his love Thisbe. That is some satire keen and critical. my lord. </PHILOSTRATE> <STAGE DIR> <Gives a paper. Made mine eyes water. To ease the anguish of a torturing hour? Call Philostrate. for in all the play There is not one word apt. it is. it is too long. Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony. Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. what abridgment have you for this evening? What masque? what music? How shall we beguile The lazy time. Make choice of which your highness will see first. And tragical. I must confess. We'll none of that: that have I told my love. very tragical mirth. </PHILOSTRATE> <THESEUS> <84%> What are they that do play it? . But by ten words. one player fitted. </THESEUS> <PHILOSTRATE> <83%> Here. The thrice three Muses mourning for the death Of Learning.
sweet. And duty in his service perishing. not merit. And. great clerks have purposed To greet me with premeditated welcomes. my noble lord.> </STAGE DIR> <HIPPOLYTA> <85%> I love not to see wretchedness o'ercharg'd. Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain. Which never labour'd in their minds till now. Where I have come. It is not for you: I have heard it over.</THESEUS> <PHILOSTRATE> <84%> Hard-handed men. Go. Where I have seen them shiver and look pale. And now have toil'd their unbreath'd memories With this same play. bring them in: and take your places. Our sport shall be to take what they mistake: And what poor duty cannot do. </HIPPOLYTA> <THESEUS> <85%> Why. Unless you can find sport in their intents. to give them thanks for nothing. </PHILOSTRATE> <THESEUS> <84%> And we will hear it. </PHILOSTRATE> <THESEUS> <85%> I will hear that play. dumbly have broke off. Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome. </THESEUS> <STAGE DIR> <Exit Philostrate. Trust me. nothing in the world. </HIPPOLYTA> <THESEUS> <85%> The kinder we. And in the modesty of fearful duty I read as much as from the rattling tongue . To do you service. you shall see no such thing. that work in Athens here. against your nuptial. For never anything can be amiss. in conclusion. </THESEUS> <HIPPOLYTA> <85%> He says they can do nothing in this kind. And it is nothing. gentle sweet. ladies. When simpleness and duty tender it. Not paying me a welcome. Throttle their practis'd accent in their fears. </THESEUS> <PHILOSTRATE> <84%> No. Make periods in the midst of sentences. noble respect Takes it in might.
Of saucy and audacious eloquence. Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity In least speak most, to my capacity. </THESEUS> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Philostrate.> </STAGE DIR> <PHILOSTRATE> <86%> So please your Grace, the Prologue is address'd. </PHILOSTRATE> <THESEUS> <86%> Let him approach. <STAGE DIR> <Flourish of trumpets.> </STAGE DIR> </THESEUS> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Quince for the Prologue.> </STAGE DIR> <QUINCE-PROLOGUE> <86%> If we offend, it is with our good will. That you should think, we come not to offend, But with good will. To show our simple skill, That is the true beginning of our end. Consider then we come but in despite. We do not come as minding to content you, Our true intent is. All for your delight, We are not here. That you should here repent you, The actors are at hand; and, by their show, You shall know all that you are like to know. </QUINCE-PROLOGUE> <THESEUS> <86%> This fellow doth not stand upon points. </THESEUS> <LYSANDER> <86%> He hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows not the stop. A goo d moral, my lord: it is not enough to speak, but to speak true. </LYSANDER> <HIPPOLYTA> <87%> Indeed he hath played on his prologue like a child on a recorder; a soun d, but not in government. </HIPPOLYTA> <THESEUS> <87%> His speech was like a tangled chain; nothing impaired, but all disordere d. Who is next? </THESEUS> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Pyramus and Thisbe, Wall, Moonshine, and Lion, as in dumb show.> </STAGE DIR> <QUINCE-PROLOGUE> <87%>
Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show; But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. This man is Pyramus, if you would know; This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present Wall, that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder; And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they are content To whisper, at the which let no man wonder. This man, with lanthorn, dog, and bush of thorn, Presenteth Moonshine; for, if you will know, By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo. This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name, The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, Did scare away, or rather did affright; And, as she fied, her mantle she did fall, Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain. Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall, And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain: Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade, He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast; And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade, His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest, Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain, At large discourse, while here they do remain. </QUINCE-PROLOGUE> <STAGE DIR> <Exeunt Prologue, Pyramus, Thisbe, Lion, and Moonshine.> </STAGE DIR> <THESEUS> <88%> I wonder, if the lion be to speak. </THESEUS> <DEMETRIUS> <88%> No wonder, my lord: one lion may, when many asses do. Wall. In this same interlude it doth befall That I, one Snout by name, present a wall; And such a wall, as I would have you think, That had in it a crannied hole or chink, Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, Did whisper often very secretly. This loam, this rough-cast, and this stone doth show That I am that same wall; the truth is so; And this the cranny is, right and sinister, Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper. </DEMETRIUS> <THESEUS> <89%> Would you desire lime and hair to speak better? </THESEUS> <DEMETRIUS> <89%> It is the wittiest partition that ever I heard discourse, my lord. </DEMETRIUS> <THESEUS> <89%> Pyramus draws near the wall: silence! </THESEUS>
<STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Pyramus.> </STAGE DIR> <PYRAMUS> <89%> O grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black! O night, which ever art when day is not! O night! O night! alack, alack, alack! I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot. And thou, O wall! O sweet, O lovely wall! That stand'st between her father's ground and mine; Thou wall, O wall! O sweet, and lovely wall! Show me thy chink to blink through with mine eyne. <STAGE DIR> <Wall holds up his fingers.> </STAGE DIR> Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this! But what see I? No Thisby do I see. O wicked wall! through whom I see no bliss; Curs'd be thy stones for thus deceiving me! </PYRAMUS> <THESEUS> <90%> The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again. </THESEUS> <PYRAMUS> <90%> No, in truth, sir, he should not. 'Deceiving me,' is Thisby's cue: she i s to enter now, and I am to spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will fal l pat as I told you. Yonder she comes. </PYRAMUS> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Thisbe.> </STAGE DIR> <THISBE> <90%> O wall! full often hast thou heard my moans, For parting my fair Pyramus and me: My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones, Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee. </THISBE> <PYRAMUS> <90%> I see a voice: now will I to the chink, To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. Thisby. </PYRAMUS> <THISBE> <90%> My love! thou art my love, I think. </THISBE> <PYRAMUS> <90%> Think what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace; And, like Limander, am I trusty still. </PYRAMUS> <THISBE> <90%> And I like Helen, till the Fates me kill. </THISBE>
a man and a lion. </WALL> <STAGE DIR> <Exit> </STAGE DIR> <THESEUS> <91%> Now is the mural down between the two neighbours.<PYRAMUS> <90%> Not Shafalus to Procrus was so true. I to you. </THESEUS> <DEMETRIUS> <91%> No remedy. when walls are so wilful to hear without warning. 'tide death. being done. if im agination amend them. And. thus Wall away doth go. </THISBE> <STAGE DIR> <Exeunt Pyramus and Thisbe. my lord. </HIPPOLYTA> <THESEUS> <91%> The best in this kind are but shadows. not your lips at all </THISBE> <PYRAMUS> <91%> Wilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway? </PYRAMUS> <THISBE> <91%> 'Tide life. </PYRAMUS> <THISBE> <90%> As Shafalus to Procrus. </THISBE> <PYRAMUS> <90%> O! kiss me through the hole of this vile wall.> </STAGE DIR> <WALL> <91%> Thus have I. my part discharged so. Here come two noble beasts in. . </HIPPOLYTA> <THESEUS> <91%> If we imagine no worse of them than they of themselves. I come without delay. and the worst are no worse. </THESEUS> <HIPPOLYTA> <91%> It must be your imagination then. Wall. </DEMETRIUS> <HIPPOLYTA> <91%> This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard. and not theirs. </PYRAMUS> <THISBE> <90%> I kiss the wall's hole. they may pass fo r excellent men.
May now perchance both quake and tremble here. </LION> <THESEUS> <92%> A very gentle beast. if I should as lion come in strife Into this place. for the goose carrie s not the fox. nor else no lion's dam: For. whose gentle hearts do fear The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor. and the fox carries the goose. my lord. ladies. </THESEUS> <DEMETRIUS> <92%> The very best at a beast. am A lion-fell. When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar. </DEMETRIUS> <THESEUS> <92%> His discretion.— </MOONSHINE> <DEMETRIUS> <92%> He should have worn the horns on his head. Then know that I.</THESEUS> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Lion and Moonshine. you. and let us listen to the moon. </MOONSHINE> <THESEUS> <93%> . and a goose for his discretion. Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be. </DEMETRIUS> <THESEUS> <92%> He is no crescent. and of a good conscience. and his horns are invisible within the circumference. </THESEUS> <MOONSHINE> <92%> This lanthorn doth the horned moon present. 'twere pity on my life. cannot carry his valour. </THESEUS> <DEMETRIUS> <92%> Not so. my lord. </DEMETRIUS> <LYSANDER> <92%> This lion is a very fox for his valour. </THESEUS> <MOONSHINE> <92%> This lanthorn doth the horned moon present. It is well: leave it to his discretion. that e'er I saw. I am sure.> </STAGE DIR> <LION> <91%> You. one Snug the joiner. for his valour cannot carry his discretion. </LYSANDER> <THESEUS> <92%> True.
The man should be put into the lanthorn: how is it else the man i' the m oon? </THESEUS> <DEMETRIUS> <93%> He dares not come there for the candle. in courtesy. Moon. </DEMETRIUS> <HIPPOLYTA> <93%> I am aweary of this moon: would he would change! </HIPPOLYTA> <THESEUS> <93%> It appears. it is already in s nuff.> </STAGE DIR> <THISBE> <93%> This is old Ninny's tomb. .This is the greatest error of all the rest.> </STAGE DIR> Oh—. and this dog. bu t yet. </LION> <STAGE DIR> <Thisbe runs off. for. Lion. </THESEUS> <HIPPOLYTA> <94%> Well shone. </LYSANDER> <MOONSHINE> <93%> All that I have to say. Moon. the moon shines with a good grace. my dog. my thorn-bush. </DEMETRIUS> <THESEUS> <93%> Well run. </MOONSHINE> <DEMETRIUS> <93%> Why. to tell you that the lanthorn is the moon. that he is in the wane. by his small light of discretion. the man in the moon. Where is my love? </THISBE> <LION> <93%> <STAGE DIR> <Roaring. in all reason. this thorn-bush. Thisbe.> </STAGE DIR> <DEMETRIUS> <93%> Well roared. we must stay the time. you see. Truly. all these should be in the lanthorn. for all these are in the moon. I . is. But. </THESEUS> <LYSANDER> <93%> Proceed. silence! here comes Thisbe. </DEMETRIUS> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Thisbe.
</HIPPOLYTA> <PYRAMUS> <94%> O! wherefore. Nature. that lik'd. For. I thank thee for thy sunny beams. I thank thee. and the death of a dear friend.> </STAGE DIR> <PYRAMUS> <94%> Sweet moon. conclude. but I pity the man. What dreadful dole is here! Eyes. </DEMETRIUS> <LYSANDER> <94%> And so the lion vanished. by thy gracious. Cut thread and thrum. But stay. and wound The pap of Pyramus: Ay. golden. and exit. moon. sword. for shining now so bright. </LYSANDER> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Pyramus. What! stain'd with blood! Approach. Come tears.> </STAGE DIR> <THESEUS> <94%> Well moused. and quell! </PYRAMUS> <THESEUS> <94%> This passion. come. glittering streams. that lov'd. O spite! But mark. </THESEUS> <HIPPOLYTA> <94%> Beshrew my heart. ye Furies fell! O Fates. </THESEUS> <DEMETRIUS> <94%> And then came Pyramus. come. Quail.</HIPPOLYTA> <STAGE DIR> <The Lion tears Thisbe's mantle. that look'd with cheer. that left pap. Out. do you see? How can it be? O dainty duck! O dear! Thy mantle good. didst thou lions frame? Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my dear? Which is—no. would go near to make a ma n look sad. poor knight. crush. Lion. I trust to taste of truest Thisby's sight. . confound. no—which was the fairest dame That liv'd.
> </STAGE DIR> </PYRAMUS> <DEMETRIUS> <95%> No die. die. for he is dead.Where heart doth hop: Thus die I. </THESEUS> <STAGE DIR> <Re-enter Thisbe. My soul is in the sky: Tongue.> </STAGE DIR> Now die. he might yet recover. for him. Now am I fled. thus. is the better : he for a man. she for a woman.> </STAGE DIR> Now am I dead. and prove an ass. which Pyramus. </DEMETRIUS> <LYSANDER> <95%> Less than an ace. and her passion ends the play. <STAGE DIR> <Dies. </LYSANDER> <THESEUS> <95%> With the help of a surgeon. lose thy light! Moon. God warrant us. die. but an ace. </DEMETRIUS> <LYSANDER> <96%> She hath spied him already with those sweet eyes. take thy flight! <STAGE DIR> <Exit Moonshine. Here she comes. which Thisbe. die. thus. God bless us. </LYSANDER> . die. <STAGE DIR> <Stabs himself. man.> </STAGE DIR> <HIPPOLYTA> <95%> Methinks she should not use a long one for such a Pyramus: I hope she wi ll be brief. </THESEUS> <HIPPOLYTA> <95%> How chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes back and finds her love r? </HIPPOLYTA> <THESEUS> <95%> She will find him by starlight. thus. he is nothing. for he is but one. </HIPPOLYTA> <DEMETRIUS> <96%> A mote will turn the balance.
These lily lips. and Wall too. the wall is down that parted their fathers. arise! Speak. and hanged himself in Thisbe's garter. Marry. make moan! His eyes were green as leeks. if he that writ it had played Pyramus. come to me. This cherry nose. Lay them in gore. adieu. your Bergomask: let your epilogue alone. speak! Quite dumb? Dead. dead! A tomb Must cover thy sweet eyes. my dove? O Pyramus. Tongue. blade. Sisters Three. O.<DEMETRIUS> <96%> And thus she moans. Come. I pray you. Thus Thisby ends: Adieu. Since you have shore With shears his thread of silk. or to hear a Bergomask dance between two of our co mpany? </BOTTOM> <THESEUS> <97%> No epilogue. </DEMETRIUS> <BOTTOM> <97%> No. are gone: Lovers. dead. and very notably discharged. Will it pl ease you to see the epilogue. These yellow cowslip cheeks. it would hav e been a fine tragedy: and so it is. But com e. my love? What. there need none to be blamed. fo r when the players are all dead. Are gone. With hands as pale as milk. </THESEUS> <DEMETRIUS> <97%> Ay. my breast imbrue: <STAGE DIR> <Stabs herself. <STAGE DIR> <Dies.> </STAGE DIR> And farewell. videlicet:— </DEMETRIUS> <THISBE> <96%> Asleep. friends. not a word: Come.> </STAGE DIR> </THISBE> <THESEUS> <96%> Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead. Never excuse. I assure you. for your play needs no excuse. adieu. trusty sword: Come. . truly.
And this ditty after me Sing and dance it trippingly. To sweep the dust behind the door. all gaping wide. I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn. <STAGE DIR> <Exeunt. Whilst the screech-owl. A fortnight hold we this solemnity. In nightly revels. with their Train. that do run By the triple Hecate's team.> </STAGE DIR> <PUCK> <98%> Now the hungry lion roars. screeching loud. Every elf and fairy sprite Hop as light as bird from brier.<STAGE DIR> <A dance.> </STAGE DIR> </THESEUS> </SCENE 1> <SCENE 2> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Puck. Lovers. not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house: I am sent with broom before. All with weary task fordone. This palpable-gross play hath well beguil'd The heavy gait of night. From the presence of the sun. Every one lets forth his sprite. Now are frolic. to bed. Now it is the time of night That the graves. 'tis almost fairy time. Whilst the heavy ploughman snores. </PUCK> <STAGE DIR> <Enter Oberon and Titania. As much as we this night have overwatch'd.> </STAGE DIR> <OBERON> <98%> Through the house give glimmering light By the dead and drowsy fire. and new jollity. Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. . Following darkness like a dream. to bed.> </STAGE DIR> The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve. In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies. And the wolf behowls the moon. Sweet friends. Now the wasted brands do glow.
To each word a warbling note: Hand in hand. That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. with fairy grace. To the best bride-bed will we. we will mend. No more yielding but a dream. We will make amends ere long. Make no stay. . Ever shall in safety rest. <STAGE DIR> <Exeunt Oberon. With this field-dew consecrate. such as are Despised in nativity.> </STAGE DIR> </OBERON> <PUCK> <99%> If we shadows have offended. So shall all the couples three Ever true in loving be. and all is mended. And each several chamber bless. Meet me all by break of day. <STAGE DIR> <Song and dance. Gentles. with sweet peace. And. rehearse your song by rote. Through this house each fairy stray. Trip away. Nor mark prodigious. If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue. and Train. And the issue there create Ever shall be fortunate. Through this palace. nor scar. Which by us shall blessed be. And the owner of it blest. And this weak and idle theme. Will we sing. as I'm an honest Puck.</OBERON> <TITANIA> <98%> First. do not reprehend: If you pardon. Every fairy take his gait. and bless this place.> </STAGE DIR> </TITANIA> <OBERON> <99%> Now. Think but this. And the blots of Nature's hand Shall not in their issue stand: Never mole. hare-lip. Shall upon their children be. Titania. until the break of day.
</PUCK> <STAGE DIR> <Exit. And Robin shall restore amends. if we be friends. good night unto you all. Give me your hands.Else the Puck a liar call: So.> </STAGE DIR> </SCENE 2> </ACT 5> .
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