Sivut kuvina

Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :

Lys. She sees not Hermia:-Hermia, sleep thou Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,

there; If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied.

And never mayst thou come Lysander near! But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy

For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things Lie farther off; in human modesty

The deepest loathing to the stomach brings; Such separation, as, may well be said,

Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid :

Are hated most of those they did deceive ;
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend : So thoa, my surfeit, and my heresy,
Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end ! of all be hated; but the most of me!

Lys. Amen, amen, to thai fair prayer, say " ; And all my powers, address your love and might,
And then end life, when I end loyalty !

To honour Helen, and to be her knight! (Exit. Here is my bed : sleep give thee all his rest!

Her. [Starting . ] Help me, Lysander, help me! Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be

do thy best, press'd!

[They sleep. To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast !

Ab me, for pity !-what a dream was here!
Bnter Pack.

Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear :
Puck. Through the forest have I gone,

Methought a serpent eat iny heart away,
But Athenian found I none,

And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :-
On whose eyes I might approve

Lysander! what, remor'd! Lysander ! lord !
This flower's force in stirring love. What, out of hearing ! gone 1 'no sound, no word!
Night and silence! who is here?

Alack, where are you speak, an if you hear;
Weeds of Athens be doth wear :

Speak, of all loves; I swoon almost with fear.
This is he, my master said,

No! - Then I well perceive you are not nigh:
Despised the Athenian maid;

Either death, or you, I'll tind iminediately. [Erit.
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, kill courtesy.
Churl, opon thy eyes I throw

All the power this charm doth owe:
When thon wak'st, let love forbid

SCENE I. The same. The Queen of Fairies lying
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.

So awake, when I am gone ;
For I must now to Oberon.

Enter Quince, Snog, Bottom, Flute, Spont,

and Starveling
Enter Demetrius and Helena, running.

Bot. Are we all met ? Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous conveDem. I charge, thee, hence, and do not haunt me pient place for our rehearsal: this green plot sball thus.

be onr stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring house ; Hel. 0, wilt thou darkling leave me ? do not so. and we will do it in action, as we will do it before Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go.

the duke. [Exit.

Bot. Peter Quince,-Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase!

Quin. What sayst thoa, bully Bottom! The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.

Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies;

and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus Por she bath blessed and attractive eyes.

must draw a sword to kill himself; which the laHow came her eyes so bright! Not with salt tears : dies cannot abide. How answer you that! If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.

Snout. By'rlakin, a parlous fear. No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;

Star. I believe, we mast leave the killing out, Por beasts that meet me, run away for fear :

when all is done. Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius

Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.

well. Write me a prologue: and let the prologue What wicked and dissembling glass of mine seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords; Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eye! and that Pyramus is not killed indeed, and for the But who is here!-Lysander ! on the ground ! more better assurance, tell them, that I, Pyramus, Dead I or asleep? I see no blood, no wound : am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.

put them out of fear. Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and sake.

[Waking. it shall be written in eight and six. Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art,

Bot. No, make it two more ; let it be written in That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. eight and eight. Where is Demetrias? O, how fit a word

Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion ! Is that vile name, to perish on my sword!

Star. I fear it, I promise you. Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so:

Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with yourWhat though he love your Hermia ! Lord, wbat selves : to bring in, God shield us! a lion among though!

ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for there is not Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content. a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion, living; and

Lys. Content with Hermia ! No: I do repent we ought to look to it.
The tedious minutes I with her have spent.

Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell he Not Hermin, bat Helena I love :

is not a lion. Who will not change a raven for a dove !

Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his The will of man is by his reason sway'd ;

face must be seen through the lion's neck; and he And reason says you are the worthier maid.

himself mast speak through, saying thus, or to the Things growing are not ripe until their season : same defect,-- Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason ; you, or, I would request you, or I would entreat And touching now the point of human skill, you, not to fear, not to tremble: my life for yours. Reason becomes the marshal to my will,

If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook of my life : no, I am no sach thing; I am a man as Love's stories written in love's ricbest book.

other men are :--and there, indeed, let himn name Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? bis name ; and tell them plainly, he is Spog the When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn! joiner. Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man,

Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard That I did never, no, nor never can,

things; that is, to bring the moonlight into a chamDeserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,

ber for you know, Pyramus and 'Thisby meet by But you must flout my insafticiency !

moonlight. Good trotb, yon do me wrong, good sooth, you do, Snug. Doth the moon shine, that night we play In such disdainful manner me to woo.

our play! But fare you well : perforce I must confess,

Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the almaI thought you lord of more true gentleness.

pack; find out moonshine, find out moonshine. 0, that a lady, of one man refus'd,

Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night. Should, of another, therefore be abus'a ! (Exit. Bot. Why, then you may leare a casement of the

great chamber-window, where we play, open ; and Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, the moon may shine in at the casement.

The plain song cuckoo gray, Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush

Whose note full many a man doth mark, of thords and a lantern, and say, he comes to disfi

And dares not answer, nay; gare, or to present, the person of moonshine. Then for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a ihere is another thing: we must have a wall in the bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry, great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby, says the cuckoo, never so ! story, did talk through the chink of a wall.

Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again : Snug. You never can bring in a wall.–What say Mine ear is much enamour'd

of thy note, you, Bottom ?

So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; Bot. Some man or other must present wall: and And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me, let him bave some plaster, or some lome, or some On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. Tough-cast about bim, to signify wall; or let him Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little hold bis fingers thus, and through that cranny shall reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason Pyramus and Thisby whisper.

and love keep little company together now-a-days: Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit the more the pity, that some honest neighbours will down, every mother's son, and rehearse your parts. not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon Pyramus, you begin : when you have spoken your occasion. speech, enter into that brake, and so every one ac

Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. cording to his cae.

Bot. Not so, neither : but if I bad wit enough to

get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine Enter Puck behind.

own tura. Puck. What bempen home-spuns have we swag

Tita. Ont of this wood do not desire to go; gering here,

Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. So near the cradle of the fairy queen ?

I am a spirit, of no common rate; Whal, a play toward ! I'll be an auditor;

The summer still doth tend upon my state, An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.

And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; Quin. Speak, Pyramus :--Thisby, stand forth. I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee : Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet, And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep: Quin. Odours, odonrs.

And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep : Pyr. odontre savours sweet :

And I will parge thy mortal grossness so, so doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.

That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.But, hark, a voice ! stay thou but here a while, Peas-blossom ! Cobweb! Moth ! and Mustard-seed ! And by and by I will to thee appear.


Enter four Fairies. Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here !


1 Fai. Ready. This. Must I speak now?

2 Fai.

And I.

3 Fai. Quin. Ay, marry, must you for you must under

And I.

4 Pai. stand, he goes but to see a noise that he beard, and

Where shall we go? is to come again.

Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lilly-rhite of Hop in bis walks, and gambol in his eyes; hue,

Feed him with apricock's and dewberries, Of colour like the red-rose on triumphant brier,

With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; Most briskly juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew,

The honey bags steal from the humble-bees, As true as ir uest horse, that yet rould never tire, And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs, I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.

And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, Quin. Ninus tomb, man: why you must not To have my love to bed, and to arise ; speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus : yon And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, speak all your part at once, cues and all.–Pyramus To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes:

Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. eater; your cue is past; it is, never tire.

1 Fai. Hail, mortal! Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an Ass's Head. 2 Fai. Hail ! This. 0,-- As true as truest horse, that yet would

3 Fai. Hail!

4 Fai. Hail ! never tire. Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine : Bot. I cry your worship's mercy, heartily.--I beQuin. O monstrous ! O strange! we are haunted.

seecb, your worsbip's name.

Cob. Cobweb. Pray, masters ! fly, masters! help!

[Ereunt Clowns.

Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round, good master Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall Through bog, through bush, through brake, through make bold with you. Your name, honest gentle

man !

Peas. Peas-blossom.
Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a bound,
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire ;

Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash, And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, your mother, and to master Peascod, your father. Like horse, bound, hog, bear, fire, at every tarn.

Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire you of (Exit. more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you,

sir ? Bot. Why do they run away ? this is a knavery of them, tu make me afeard.

Mus. Mustard-seed.

Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your Re-enter Snout.

patience well : that same cowardly, giant-like oxSnout. O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I beef bath devoured many gentleman of your see on thee!

house : I promise you, your kindred hath inade my Bot. What do you see ? you see an ass's head of eyes water ere now. I desire your more acquaint

anoe, good master Mustard-seed. your own; Do you?

Tita. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my Re-enter Quince.

bower. Quin. Bless thee, Bottom ! bless thee I thou art And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,

The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; translated

(Erit. Bot. I see their knavery: this is to make an ass

Lamenting some enforced chastity. of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not

Tie ap ny love's tongue, bring bim silently.

[Exeunt. stir froin this place, do what they can; I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall SCENE II. Another Part of the Wood. hear I am not afraid.


Enter Oberon.
The ousel-cock, so black of kue,

Obe. I wonder if Titania be awak'd;
With orange-tawny bill,

Then, wbat it was that next came in her eye,
The throstle with his note so true,

Which she must dote on in extremity.
The wren with little quill;

Enter Puck.
Tita. What angel wakes me from my towery bed? Here comes my messenger.-How now, mad spirit 1

[Waking. What night-rule now about this haunted grove!


Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love. Obe. Wbat hast thou done! thou hast mistaken Near to her close and consecrated bower,

quite, While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: A crew of patches, rade mechanicals,

of thy misprision must perforce ensue That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,

Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turn's true. Were met together to rehearse a play,

Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holding Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.

troth, The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, A million tail, confounding oath on oath. Who Pyramus presented, in their sport

Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake:

And Helena of Athens look tbou find : When I did him at this advantage take,

Ali fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer An ass's now! I fixed on his head;

With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear : Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,

By some illusion see thou bring her here ; And forth my mimic comes : when they him spy, l'il ebarın his eyes, against she do appear. As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,

Puck. I go, I go ; look, how I go; Or russet-pated ohoughs, many in sort,

Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. Rising and cawing at the gun's report

Obe. Flower of this purple die, Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;

Hit with Cupid's archery, So, at his sight, away his fellows fly :

Sink in apple of his eye! And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls;

When his love he doth espy, He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.

Let her shine as gloriously Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus As the Venus of the sky. strong,

When thou wak'st, if she be by, Made senseless things begin to do them wrong:

Beg of her for remedy. For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;

Re-enter Puck. Some, sleeves; some, hats : from yielders all things catch.

Puck. Captain of our fairy band, I led them on in this distracted fear,

Helena is here at hand; And left sweet Pyramnus translated there :

And the youth, mistouk by me, When in that moment (so it came to pass,)

Pleading for a lover's fee; Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass.

Shall we their fond pageant see? Obe. This falls out better than I could devise.

Lord, what fools these mortals be! But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes

Obe. Stand aside : the noise they make, With the love-juice, as I bid thee do?

Will cause Demetrius to awake. Puck. I took hin sleeping.--that is finish'd too,

Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one ; And the Athenian woman by his side;

That must needs be sport alone; That, when he wak'd, of force she must be ey'd.

And those things do best please me,

That befall preposterously.
Enter Demetrius and Hermia.
Obe. Stand close ; this is the same Athenian.

Enter Lysander and Helena.
Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo in

scorn! Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Scorn and derision never come in tears: Her. Now I bat chide, but I should ase thee Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, worse ;

In their nativity all truth appears. For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,

Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true ? Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,

Hel. You do advance your cunning more and more. And kill me too.

When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! The sun was not so true unto the day,

These vows are Hermia's; Will you give her o'er ! As be to me: Would he have stol'n away

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh; From sleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon,

Your vows, to ber and me, pat in two scales, This whole earth may be bord; and that the moon Will even weigh; and both as light as tales. May through the centre creep, and so displease Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes.

Hel. Nor done, in my mind, now you give her o'er. It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him ;

Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. So should a murderer look; so dead, so grim.

Dem. ( Awaking.] O Helen, goddess, nymph, perDem. So should the murder'd look; and so

fect divine should I,

To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ; Piere'd through the heart with your stern cruelty : Crystal is muddy: 0, how ripe in show Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow ! As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.

That pare congealed white, high Taurus' soow, Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he? Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? When thou hold'st up thy hand : O let me kiss Dem. I had rather give his carcass to my hounds. This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss ! Her. Out, dog! out, cur ! thou driv'si me past Hel. O spite! hell! I see you all are bent the bounds

To set against me, for your merriment.
Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then! If you were civil, and knew courtesy,
Henceforth be dever number'd among men ! You would not do me thus much injury.
0! once tell true, tell true, even for ny sake; Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, But you must join, in souls, to mock me too?
And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch ; If you were men, as men yon are in show,
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much!

You would not use a gentle lady so ;
An adder did it: for with doubler tongue

To vow, and swear and superpraise my parts, Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung: When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'a You both are rivals, and love Hermia'; mood :

And now both rivals, to mock Helena: I am not guilty of Lysander's blood :

A trim exploit, a manly enterprise, Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes, Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. With your derision ! none, of noble sort, Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefore? Would so offend a virgin ; and extort

Her. A privilege, never to see me more. A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. And from thy hated presence part I so :

Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so ; See me no more, whether he be dead or no. [Exit. For you love Hermia; this, you know, I know.

Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein : And here, with all good will, with all my heart, Here, therefore, for a while I will remain.

In Hermia's love I yield you up my part; So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow

And yours of Helena to me bequeath, For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; Whom I do love, and will do Which now, in some slight measure it will pay, Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. If for his tender here I make some stay.

Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia ; I will none : (Lies down. If e'er I lor'd her, all that love is gone.

my death,


My heart with her but, as guest wise, sojourn'd; Dem. I say, I love thee more than he can do. And now to Helen is it home return'd,

Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. There to remaia.

Dem. Quick, come,-
Helen, it is not so.


Lysander, whereto tends all this? Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, Lys. Away, you Ethiop! Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.


No, no, sir :- he will Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. Seem to break loose ; take on, as you would follow;

But yet come pot : You are a ta me man, go!
Enter Hermia.

Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr: vile thing, let Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function

loose ; takes,

Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent, The ear more quick of apprehension makes ;

Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,

is this, It pays the hearing double recompense

Sweet love? Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;

Lys. Thy love ? out, tawny Tartar, out! Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound. Oat, loathed medicine ! hated potion, hence! But why nokindly didst thou leave me so !

Her. Do you not jest? Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press Hel.

Yes, 'sooth ; and so do you. to go?

(side? Lys. Demetrios, I will keep my word with thee Her. What love could press Lysander from my Dem. I would, I had your bond; for, I perceive,

Lys. Lysander's love, tbat would not let him bide, A weak bond holds you I'll not trust your word. Fair Helena ; who more engilds the night

Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike ber, kill ber Than all you fiery oes and eyes of light.

dead ? Why seek'st thou me I could not ibis make thee Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. know,

Her. What, can you do me greater harm, than The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so?

hate ? Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be. Hate me! wherefore I o me! what news my love? Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy:

Am not I Hermia ? Are not you Lysander !
Now I perceive they bave conjoin'd all three, I am as fair now, as I was erewhile.
To fashion this false sport in spite of me.

Since night, you los'd me; yet, since night, you left Injurious Hermia ! most ungrateful maid !

me: Have you conspir'd, have you with these contriv'd Why, then you left me,-0, the gods forbid 1To bait me with this foul derision !

In earnest, shall I say? Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd,

Ay, by my life; The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, And never did desire to see thee more. When we have chid the basty-footed time

Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt, For parting as,-0, and is all forgot!

Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest, All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? That I do hate thee, and love Helena. We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,

Her. O me! yoo juggler ! you canker-hlossom ! Have with our neelds created both one flower,

You thief of love! what, have you come by night, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, And stol'n my love's heart from him ! Both warbling of one song, both in one key;


Fine, i'laith! As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, Had been incorporate. So we grew together,

No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear Like to a double cherry, seeming parted;

Impatient answers from my gentle tongue ? But yet a union in partition,

Fie, tie ! you counterfeit, you puppet you ! Two lovely berries inoulded on one stem :

Her. Puppet! why so? Ay, that way goes the So, with two seeming bodies, bat one heart;

game. Two of the first, like coats in beraldry,

Now I perceive that she hath made compare Due but to one, and crowned with one crest. Between our statures, she hath urg'd her height; And will you rent our ancient love asunder, And with ber personage, her tall personage, To join with men in scorning your poor friend ? Her height, forsooth, she bath prevail'd with him.It is not friendly, 'tis pot maidenly :

And are you grown so high in his esteem, Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it :

Because I am so dwarfish, and so low i Though I alone do feel the injury.

How low am I, thou painted maypole! speak ; Her. I am amazed at your passionate words : How low am I? I am not yet so low, I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me. But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.

Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, genTo follow me, and praise my eyes and face !

tlernen, And made your other love, Demetrius,

Let her not hurt me: I was never curst; (Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,) I have no gift at all in shrewisbuess; To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, I am a right maid for my cowardice Precious, celestial i Wherefore speaks he this Let ber not strike me: You, perhaps, may think, To her he hates ? and wherefore doth Lysander Because she's something lower than myself, Deny your love, so rich within his soul,

That I can match her. And tender me, forsooth, affection;


Lower ! hark, again. But by your setting on, by your consent !

Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. What though I be not so in grace as you,

I evermore did love you, Hermia, So hung upon with love, so fortunate;

Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'a you ; But miserable most, to love unlor'a !

Save, that in love unto Demetrius, This you should pity, rather than despise.

I told him of your stealth unto this wood:
Her. I understand not what you mean by this. He follow'd you; for love, I follow'd him,
Hel. Ay, do persevere, counterfeit sad looks, But he hath chid me hence; and threaten'd me
Make mows upon me when I turn my back ;

To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too:
Wink at each other ; hold the sweet jest op; And now, so you will let me quiet gu,
This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. To Athens will I bear my folly back,
If you have any pity, grace, or manners,

And follow you no further : Let me go :
You would not make me such an argument.

You see how simple and how fond I am. But, fare ye well : 'tis partly mine own fault; Her. Why, get you gone: Who is't that hinders Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy.

you? Lys. Stay, gentle Helena ; hear my excuse ; Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave bere behind. My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!

Her. What, with Lysander ! Hel. O excellent!


With Demetrius, Her.

Sweet, do not scorn her so. Lys. Be not afraid : she shall not harm thee, HeDem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel.

lena. Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she entreat: Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you take her Thy threats have no more strength than her weak

part. prayers.

Hel. 0, when she's angry, she is keen and sbrewd: Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do;

She was a vixen, when she went to school; I swear by that which I will lose for thee,

And, though she be but little, she is fierce. To prove him false, that says I love thee not. Her. Little again ! nothing but low and little !


Why will you suffer her to flout me thus!

Enter Demetrias. Let ine come to her.


Lysander! speak again. Lys.

Get you gone, you dwarf, Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ? You minimas, of hind ring knot-grass made ; Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy You bead, you acorn,

head? Dem. You are too oflicious,

Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, To her behalf that scorns your services.

Telling the bushes, that thou look'st for wars, Let her alone; speak not of Helena;

And wilt not come ! Come, recreant; come, thou Take not her part: for it tbou dost intend

cbild; Never so little show of love to her,

I'll whip thee with a rod : He is detil'd
Thou shalt aby it.

That draws a sword on thee.
Now she holds me not ;


Yea; art thou there? Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose right, Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood Or thine or mine, is most in Helena.


[Exeunt. Dem. Follow? nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole.

Re-enter Lysander. (Exeunt Lys, and Dem. Her. Yon, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you :

Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on ; Nay, go not back.

When I come where he calls, then he is gone.
I will not trust you, I;

The villain is much lighter heel'd than 1:
Nor longer stay in your curst company.

I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly; Your bands, than mine, are quicker for a fray:

That fallen am I in dark uneven way, My legs are longer though, to run away. C'Exit. And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day! Her. I am amaz'a, and know not what to say.

[Lies donon. [Exit, pursuing Helena.

For if but once thou show me thy gray light, Obe. This is thy negligence : still thou mistak'st, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. (Sleeps. Or else committ'si thy kpaveries wilfully.

Re-enter Puck and Demetrius. Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I'mistook. Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho! Coward, why com'st thou Did not you tell me, I should know the man

noti By the Athenian garments he had on?

Dem. Abide me, if thon dar'st; for well I wot, And so far blameless proves my enterprise,

Thou runn'st before me, shifting cvery place ; That I have 'aointed an Athenian's eyes i

And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. And so far am I glad it so did sort,

Where art thou ? As this their jangling I esteem a sport.


Come hither; I am here. Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to fight: Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou shalt Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;

bay this dear, The starry welkin cover thou anon

If ever I thy face by daylight see : With drooping fog, as black as Acheron :

thy way. Paintness constraineth me And lead these testy rivals so ustray,

To measure out my length on this cold bed.--As one come not within another's way.

By day's approach look to be visited. Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,

[Lies down and sleeps. Then stir Demetrios up with bitter wrong i

Enter Helena.
And sometime rail thou like Demetrius;
And from each other look thou lead them thus,

Hel. O weary night. O long and tedious night, Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep

Abate thy hours : shine, comforts, from the east; With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep:

That I may back to Athens, by daylight, Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye;

From these that my poor company detest :Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,

And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, To take from thence all error, with his might,

Steal me awhile from mine own company. [Sleeps. And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight.

Puck. Yet but three ? Come one more; When they next wake, all this derision

Two of both kinds makes up four. Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision;

Here she comes, enrst and sad : And back to Athens shall the lovers wend,

Capid is a kuavish lad, With league, whose date till death shall never end.

Thus to make poor females mad. Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,

Enter Hermia. I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy;

Her. Never so weary, never so in woe, And then I will her charmed eye release

Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers; From monster's view, and all things sball be peace. I can no further crawl, no further go ;, Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with My legs can keep no pace with my desires. haste;

Here will rest me, till the break of day. For night's swift dragons cut the clouds fall fast, Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray ! And yonder Aurora's harbinger;

(Lies doton. At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there,

Puck. On the ground Troop bonne to church-yards : damned spirits all,

Sleep sound: That in cross-ways and floods have burial,

I'll apply Already to their wormy beds are gone;

To your eye, For fear lest day should look their shames upon,

Gentle lover, remedy. They wilfully themselves exile from light,

(Squeezing the juice in Lysander's eye. And must for aye consort with black-brow'd niglit.

When thou wak'st, Obe. But we are spirits of another sort :

Thou tak'st I with the Morning's Love have uft made sport;

True delight And, like a forester, the groves may tread,

In the sight Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red,

of thy former lady's eye : Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,

And the country proverb known, Taros ipto yellow gold bis salt-green streams.

That every man should take his own, But, notwithstanding, baste ; make no delay :

In your waking shall be shown :
We may effect this business yet ere day. [Exit.

Jack shall have Jill ;
Puck. Up and down, up and down;

Nought shall go ill;
I will lead them up and down :

The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be
I am t'ear'd in field and town;

well. (Exit Puck. - Dem. Hel. &c. sleep. Goblin, lead them up and down. Here comes one. Enter Lysander.

ACT IV. Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius 1 speak

SCENE I. The same. thou now. Puck. Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where Enter Titania and Bottom, Fairies attending ;

Oberon behind unseen. art thou ? Lys. I will be with thee straight.

Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this towery bed, Puck.

Follow me then While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, To plainer ground.

And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, Exit Lysander, as following the Voice, And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.

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