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Beat. Ther, is spoken; fare you well now:- So the life, that died with shane, and yet, ere I go, let me go with that I came Lives in déuth with glorious fame. for, which is, with knowing what hath passed Hang thou there upon the tomb, [Affixing it. between you and Claudio.

Praising her when I am dumb.

Bene. Only foul words; and thereupon I will kiss thee.

Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn Beat, Foul words is but foul wind, and foul hymn. wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noi.

Song. some; therefore I will depart unkissed.

Pardon, goddess of the night, Bene. Thou hast frighted the word out of his

Those that slew thy virgin knight, right sense, so forcible is thy wit: But, I must

For the which, with songs of woe, tell thee plainly, Claudio undergoes my chal

Round about her tomb they go. lenge; and either I must shortly hear from him,

Midnight, assist our moan; or I will subscribe him a coward. And, I pray

Help us to sigh and groan, thee now, tell me, for which of my bad parts

Heavily, heavily: didst thou first fall in love with me?

Graves, yawn, and yield your dead, Beat. For them all together; which main

Till death be uttered, tained so politic a state of evil, that they will

Heavily, heavily. not admit any good part to intermingle with them. But for which of my good parts did

Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night! you first suffer love for me?

Yearly will I do this rite. Bene. Suffer lore; a good epithet! I do suffer

D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters; put your love, indeed, for I love thee against my will.

torches out: Beat. In spite of your heart, I think, alas!

The wolves have prey'd; and look, the poor heart! If you spite it for my sake, I will

gentle day, spite it for yours; for I will never love that Before wheels of Phoebus, round about which my friend hates.

Dapples the drowsy east with

spots of gray: Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peace. Thanks to you all, and leave us; fare you well

. ably.

Claud. Good morrow, masters; each bis seBeat. It appears not in this confession: there's

veral way. not one wise man among twenty that will praise

D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on himself.

other weeds; Bene. An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that And then to Leonato's we will go. lived in the time of good neighbours: if a man

Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue do not erect in this age his own tomb ere he

speed's, dies, he shall live no longer in monument, than Than this, for whom we render'd up this woe! the bell rings, and the widow weeps.

[Exeun. Beat. And how long is that, think you? SCENE IV.-A Room in LEONATO's House. Bene. Question?

Why, an hour in clamour, Enter LEONATO, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEAand a quarter in rheum: Therefore it is most expedient for the wise, (if Don Worm his con

TRICE, URSULA, FRIAR, and HERO. science, find no impediment to the contrary,)

Friar. Did I not tell you she was innocent ? to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am Leon. So are the prince and Claudio, who to myself: So much for praising myself, (who,

accus'd her, I myself

will bear witness, is praise-worthy, Upon the error that you heard debated: and now tell me, How doth your cousin ? But Margaret was in some fault for this; Beat. Very ill.

Although against her will, as it appears Bene. And how do you?

In the true course of all the question. Beat. Very ill too.

Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so Bene. Serve God, love me, and mend: there

well. will I leave you too, for here comes one in haste.

Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd

To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. Enter URSULA.

Leon. Well, daughter, and you gentlewomen Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves; [all,. yonder's old coilt at home: it is proved, my And, when I send for you, come hither mask’a: lady Hero hath been falsely accused, the prince The prince and Claudio promis'd by this hour and Claudio mightily

abused; and Don John To visit me :-You know your office, brother; is the author of all, who is fled and gone: will You must be father to your brother's daughter, you come presently?

And give her to young Claudio, Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior?

(Exeunt Ladies Bene. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap.

Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd counand be buried in thy eyes; and, moreover,

tenance. will go with thee to thy uncle's. [Exeunt

Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think.

Friar. To do what, signior? SCENE III.-The Inside of a Church. Bene. To bind me, or undo me, one of them.Enter Don PEDRO, CLAUDIO, and ATTENDANTS

Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior, with Music and Tapers.

Your niece regards me with an eye of favour.

Leon. That eye my daughter lent her; "Tis Cluud. Is this the monument of Leonato?

most true. Atten. It is, my lord.

Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite Claud. [Reads from a scroll.]

her. Done to death by slanderous tongues

Leon. The sight whereof, I think, you had Was the Hero that here lies :

(will? Death, the guerdont of her wrongs

From Claudio, and the prince; But what's your Gives her fame which nerer dies :

Bene. Your answer, Sir, is enigmatical:

But, for my will, my will is, your good will Is subject to.

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In the estate of honourable marriage;

Bene. No, no more than reason.
Io which, good friar, I shall desire your help. Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and
Leon. My heart is with your liking.

Friar. And my help.

Are much deceiv'd; for they did sware you did.
Here comes the prince, and Claudio.

Bene. They swore that you were almost sick

for me. Enter Don Pedro and CLAUDIO, with Attendants.

Beut. They swore that you were weil-nigh D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly.

dead for me.
Leon. Good morrow, prince; good morrow, Bene. 'Tis no such inatter:--Then, you do

not love me?
We here attend you; are you vet determin'd Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense.
To-day to marry with my brother's daughter? Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love thie
Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiope.

Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves

[Exit ANTONIO. For here's a paper, written in his hand, (her; D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick: Why, A halting sonnet of his own pure brain, what's the matter,

Fashion'd to Beatrice.
That you have such a February face,

Hero. And here's another, (pocket,
So full of frost, of storm and cloudiness? Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her
Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage Containing her affection unto Benedick.
[gold, Bene, A miracle! here's our

own hands Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with against our hearts !--Come, I will have thee; And all Europa shall rejoice at thee;

but, by this light, I take thee for pity. As once Europa did at lusty Jove,

Beat. I would not deny you; but, by this
When he would play the noble beast in love. good day, I yield upon great persuasion; and,

Bene. Bull Jove, Sir, had an amiable low; partly, to save your life, for I was told you
And some such strange bull leap'd your father's were in a consumption.
And got a calf in that same noble feat, [cow, Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth.-
Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.

[Kissing her. Re-enter ANTONIO, with the Ladies masked.

D. Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick the

married man? Claud. For this I owe you: here comes other Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of reckonings.

wit-crackers cannot flout me out of my humour: Which is the lady I must seize upon?

Dost thou think, I care for a satire, or an epiAnt. This same is she, and I do give you her. gram? No: if a man will be beaten with brains, Claud. Why, then she's mine: Sweet, let me he shall wear nothing handsome about him see your face.

In brief, since I do propose to marry, I will suton. No, that you shall not, till you take think nothing to any purpose that the world her hand

can say against it; and therefore never flout at Before this friar, and swear to marry her. me for what I have said against it; for man is

Claud. Give me your hand before this holy a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.-For I am your husband, if you like of me. [friar; thy part, Claudio, I did think to have beaten Hero. And when I lived, I was your other thee; but in that thou art like to be my kinswife:

(Unmasking. man, live unbruised, and love my cousin. And when you loved, you were my other hus- Claud. I had well hoped, thou wouldst have band.

denied Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled Claud. Another Hero?

thee out of thy single life, to make thee a double Hero. Nothing certainer:

dealer; which, out of question, thou wilt be, if One Hero died defil'd; but I do live,

my cousin do not look exceeding narrowly to And, surely as I live, I am a maid.

thee. D. Pedro. The former Hero! Hero that is Bene. Come, come, we are friends:-let's dead!

have a dance ere we are married, that we may Leon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slan- lighten our own hearts, and our wives' heels. der lived.

Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards.
Friar. All this amazement can I qualify; Bene. First, o' my word; therefore, play,
When, after that the holy rites are ended,

I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death : Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee
Mean time, let
wonder seem familiar,

a wife: there is no staff more reverend than And to the chapel let us presently.

one tipped with horn.
Bene. Soft and fair, friar.- Which is Bea.

Beut. I answer to that name; [Unmashing.) Mess. My lord, your brother John is ta’en in
What is your will ?

Bene. Do not you love me?

And brought with armed men back to Messina. Beat. No, no more than reason.

Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow, I'll. Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, devise thee brave punishments for him.--Strike and Claudio, up, piper3.

(Dancer Have been deceived for they swore you did.

(Ereunt. Bout. Do not you love me?





THESEUS, Duke of Athens.

OBERON, King of the Fairies. Egeus, Father to Hermia.

TITANIA, Queen of the Fairies. LYSANDER, in love with Hermia.

Puck, or Robin-goodfellow, a Fairy. DEMETRICS,

PEASBLOSSOM, PhilosTRATE, Master of the Revels to Theseus. COBWEB,

-Fairies. QUINCE, the Carpenter.

SNUG, the Joiner.

BOTTOM, the Weaver.
FLUTE, the Bellows-mender.


Characters in the Interlude per. Snout, the Tinker.


formed by the Clowns. STARVELING, the Tailor.

Lion, HIPPOLYTA, Queen of the Amazons, betrothed Other Fairies attending their King and Queen.

to Theseus. Hermia, Daughter to Egeus, in love with

Attendants on Theseus and Hippolyta. Lysander. Helena, in love with Demetrius.

SCENE, Athens, and a Wood not far from it.



| Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her SCENE I.-Athens.-A Room in the Palace of And interchang'd lore-tokens with my child:

rhymes, THESEUS.

Thou hast by moon-light at her window sung, Enter Thuseus, HIPPOLYTA, Philostrate, and With feigning voice, verses of feigning love; Attendants.

And stol'n the impression of her fantasy The. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conDraws on apace; four happy days bring in


[gers Another moon: but, oh, meihinks, how slow Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats; messenThis old moon wanes ! 'she lingers my desires, Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth: Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,

With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's Long withering out a young man's revenue.

heart; Hip. Four days will quickly steep themselves Turn’d her obedience, which is due to me, in nights;

To stubborn harshness:-And, my gracious Pour nights will quickly dream away the time;

duke, And then the moon, like to a silver bow Be it so she will not here before your grace New tept in heaven, shall behold the night Consent to marry with Demetrius, Of our solennities.

I beg the ancient privilege of Athens; The. Go, Philostrate,

As she is mine, I may dispose of ḥer: Sur up the Athenian youth to merriments; Which shall be either to this gentleman, Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth; Or to her death; according to our law, Turn melancholy forth to funerals,

Immediately provided in that case. The pale companion is not for our pomp.--- The. What say you, Hermia? be advis'd, fair [Exit PhilosTRATE.

maid: Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword, To you your father should be as a god; And won thy love, doing thee injuries; One that compos'd your beauties; yea, and one But I will wed thee in another key,

To whom you are but as a form in wax, With pomp, with triumph, * and with revelling. By him imprinted, and within his power

To leave the figure, or disfigure it.

Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.

Her. So is Lysander.
Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned duke! The. In himself he is :
The. Thanks, good Egeus: What's the news But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice,
with thee?

The other must be held the worthier. Ege. Full of vexation come I, with complaint Her. I would, my father look'd but with my Against my child, my daughter Hermia.

eyes. Stand forth, Demetrius;-My noble lord, The. Rather your eyes must with his judge This man hath my consent to marry her:

ment look. Stand forth, Lysander;-and, my gracious Fler. I do entreat your grace to pardon me. duke,

I know not by what power I am made bold; This hath bewitchi'd the bosom of my child: Nor how it may concern my modesty.

* Showe.

* Baubles


In such a presence here, to plead my thoughts : Her. Belike for want of rain ; which I could But I beseech your grace that I may know

well The worst that may befall me in this case, Beteem them* from the tempest of mine eyes. If I refuse to wed Demetrius.

Lys. Ah me! for aught thatever I could read, The. Either to die the death, or to abjure Could ever hear by tale or history, For ever the society of men.

The course of true love never did run smooth: Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires, But, either it was different in blood;

Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Her. O cross ! too high to be enthrall'd to ! Whether, if you yield not to your father's

low! You can endure the livery of a nun;, [choice, Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years; For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,

Her. O spite! too old to be engag'd to young! To live a barren sister all your life,

Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.

friends : Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, Her. O hell! to choose love by another's eye? To undergo such maiden pilgrimage :

Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, But earthlier happy is the rose distill’d, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it; Than that, wbich, withering on the virgin thorn, Making it momentanyt as a sound, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness. Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;,

Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, Brief as the lightning in the collied: night, Ere I will yield my virgin patent up

That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke

earth, My soul consents not to give sovereignty. And ere a man hath power to say;-Behold! The. Take time to pause: and by the next The jaws of darkness do devour it up: new moon,

So quick bright things come to confusion. (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, For everlasting bond of fellowship,)

It stands as an edict in destiny: Upon that day either prepare to die,

Then let us teach our trial patience, For disobedience to your father's will; Because it is a customary cross ; (sighs, Or else, to wed Denietrius, as he would : As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and Or on Diana's altar to protest,

Wishes, and tears, poor fancy'sş followers. For aye, austerity and single life.

Lys. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me, Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia ;-And, Lysan.

Hermia. der, yield

I have a widow aunt, a dowager Thy crazed title to my certain right.

Of great revenue, and she hath no child :
Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius; From Athens is her house remote seren
Let me have Hermia's : do you marry him.

leagues ;
Ege. Scornful Lysander ! true, he hath my And she respects me as her only son.

There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee ; And what is mine my love shall render him; And to that place the sharp Athenian law And she is mine; and all my right of her Cannot pursue us : If thou lov'st me then, I do estate unto Demetrius.

Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night; Lys, I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, And in the wood, a league without the town, As well possess'd; my love is more than his; Where I did meet thee once with Helena, My fortunes every way as fairly rank’d, To do observance to a morn of May, If'not with vantage, as Demetrius';

There will I stay for thee. And, which is more than all these boasts can be, Her. My good Lysander ! I am belor'd of beauteous Hermia :

I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow; Why should not I then prosecute my right? By his best arrow with the golden head; Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,

By the simplicity of Venus' doves; [loves; Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, By that which knitteth souls, and prospers And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,

queen, Upon this spottedt and inconstant man. When the false Trojan under sail was seen; The. I must confess, that I have heard so By all the vows that ever men have broke, much,

(thereof; In number more than ever woman spoke;And with Demetrius thought to have spoke In that same place thou hast appointed me, But, being over-full of self-affairs,

To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. My mind did lose it.-But, Demetrius, come; Lys. Keep promise, love: Look, here comes And come, Egeus; you shall go with me.

I have some private schooling for you boih.-

For you fair Hermia, look you arm yourself
To fit your fancies to your father's will;

Her. God speed fair Helena! Whither away? Or else the law of Athens yield you up

Hel. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. (Which by no ineans we may extenuate,)

Demetrius loves your fair : () happy fair! To death, or to a vow of single life.

Your eyes are lode-stars ;ll and your tongue's Come, my Hippolyta ; What cheer, my love?

sweet air. Demetrius, and Egeus, go along :

More tuveable than lark to shepherd's ear, I must employ you in some business

When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds Against our nuptial; and confer with you

appear. Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. Sickness is catching; 0, were favour so! Ege. With duty, and desire we follow you. Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;

(Exeunt Thes. HiP. Ege. Dem. and train. My ear should catch your voice, my eye your Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek


(melody so pale ?

My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet How chance the roses there do fade so fast?

Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, • Ever


+ Gire, bestow. + Momentary.
$ Loves, I Pole-stars. Countenance.

# Birck.

The rest I'll give to be to you translated. Bot. You were best to call them generally, 0, teach me how you look'; and with what art man by man, according to the scrip. You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's

Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. name, which is thought fit, through all Athens, Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my to play in our interlude before the duke and smiles such skill!

duchess, on his wedaing-day at night. Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what Hel. (), that my prayers could such affection the play treats on ; then read the names of the move!

actors, and so grow to a point. Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me. Quin. Marry, our play is- The most lamenHel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. table comedy, and most cruel death of PyraHer. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. mus and Thisby. Hel. None, but your beauty; Would that Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure fault were mine!

you, and a merry.-Now, good Peter Quince, Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see call forth your actors by the scroll: Masters, my face;

spread yourselves. Lysander and myself will fly this place.

Quin. Answer as I call you.Nick Bottom, Before the time I did Lysander see,

the weaver. Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me :

Bot. Ready: Name what part I am for, and O then, what graces in my love do dwell, proceed. That he hath turn'd a heaven into hell!

Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: Pyramus. To-morrow night when Phæbe doth behold Bot. What is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant ? Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass,

Quin. A lover, that kills himself most galDecking with líquid pearl the bladed grass, lantly for love. (A time that lovers' llights doth still conceal, Bot. That will ask some tears in the true Through Athens' gates have we devis’d to steal. performing of it: If I do it, let the audience Her. And in the wood, where often you look to their eyes ; I will move storms, I will and I

condole in some measure. To the rest :-Yet Upon famt primrose-beds were wont to lie, my chief humour is for a tyrant: I could play Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet: Ercles rarely, or a part to tear a cat in, to There my Lysander and myself shall meet: make all split. And thence, from Athens turn away our eyes,

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

“ With shivering shocks, Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us,

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

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

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

“ Shall shine from far, [Exit HERMIA.

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

“ The foolish fates." As you on him, Demetrius dote on you ! This was lofty !-Now name the rest of the

[Erit LYSANDER. | players. This is Ercles’ vein, a tyrant's veid; Hil. How happy some, o'er other some can a lover is more condoling. be!

Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. Flu. Here, Peter Quince. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so ; Quin. You must take Thisby on you. He will not know what all but he do know. Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. So I, admiring of his qualities.

Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; Things base and vile, holding no quantity, I have a beard coming. Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Quin. That's all one; you shall play it in Love looks not with the eyes, but with the a mask, and you may speak as small as you mind;

will. And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind: Bot. An I may hide my face, let me play ivor hath love's mind of any judgement taste; Thisby too: I'll speak in monstrous little Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste : voice ;--Thisne, Thisne,-- Ah, Pyramus, my And therefore is love said to be a child, lover dear ; thy Thisby dear! and lady dear! Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.

Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus, and, As waggish boysin game* themselves forswear, Flute, you Thisby. So the boy love is perjur'd every where:

Bot. Well, proceed. For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,t Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor. He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine; Star. Here, Peter Quince. And when this hail some heat from Hermia telt, Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play So he dissolv’d, and showers of oaths did melt. Thisby's mother.— Tom Snout, the tinker. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:

Snout. Here, Peter Quince. Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night, Quin. You, Pyramus' father; myself, ThisPursue ber; and for this intelligence

by's father ;-Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's If I have thanks, it is a dear expense :

part :-and, I hope, here is a play fitted. But herein mean I to enrich my pain.

Snug. Have you the lion's part written ? To have his sight thither, and back again. [Exit. pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of

study. SCENE 11.- The same.- A Room in a Cottage. Quin. You may do it extempore, for it ke Enter SnrG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOLT, QUINCE, nothing but roaring. and STARVELING.

Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar,

that I will do any man's heart good to hear Quin. Ie all out company here?

me; I will roar, that I will make the duke say,

Let him roar again, Let him roar again.

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