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To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
1 Dian's bud is the bud of the Agnus Castus.
Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad,'
Tita. Come, my lord; and in our flight,
[Horns sound within
Enter THESEUS, HIPPoly TA, EGEUs, and Train.
The. Go, one of you, find out the forester;-
Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once,
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
1 Sad here signifies only grave, serious,
2 i. e. the honors due to the morning of May.
3 Chiding means here the cry of hounds. To chide is used sometimes for to sound, or make a noise, without any reference to scolding.
4 The flews are the large chaps of a deep-mouthed hound.
5 Sanded means of a sandy color, which is one of the true denotements Yf a blood-hound.
Was never hollaed to, nor cheered with horn,
- . . e. p Horns and shout within. DEMETRIUs, Lys ANDER, HERMIA, and HELENA, wake and start up.
The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past: Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? Lys. Pardon, my lord. [He and the rest kneel to THESEUs The. I pray you all stand up. I know you are two rival enemies; How comes this gentle concord in the world, That hatred is so far from jealousy, To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity? Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, Half 'sleep, half waking. But as yet, I swear, I cannot truly say how I came here; But, as I think, (for truly would I speak, And now I do bethink me, so it is,) I came with Hermia hither. Our intent Was to be gone from Athens, where we might be Without the peril of the Athenian law. Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough I beg the law, the law, upon his head.— .
They would have stolen away, they would, Demetrius, Thereby to have defeated you and me; You, of your wife; and me, of my consent; Of my consent that she should be your wife. Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Of this their purpose hither, to this wood; And I in fury hither followed them; Fair Helena in fancy' following me. But, my good lord, I wot not by what power § by some power it is) my love to Hermia, elted as doth the snow, seems to me now As the remembrance of an idle gawd, Which in my childhood I did dote upon; And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, The object, and the pleasure of mine eye, Is only Helena. To her, my lord, Was I betrothed ere I saw Hermia; But, like in sickness, did I loath this food ; But, as in health, come to my natural taste, Now do I wish it, love it, long for it, And will for evermore be true to it. The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met. Of this discourse we more will hear anon.— Egeus, I will overbear your will; For in the temple, by and by with us, . These couples shall eternally be knit. And, for the morning now is something worn, Our purposed hunting shall be set aside.— Away, with us, to Athens. Three and three, We'll hold a feast in great solemnity. Come, Hippolyta. [Eveunt THE., HIP., E.G.E. and Train Dem. These things seem smalland undistinguishable Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. Her. Methinks I see these things with parted eye, When every thing seems double. Hel. So methinks ; And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, Mine own, and not mine own.
1 Fancy is here love or affection, and is opposed to fury.
Dem. It seems to me, That yet we sleep, we dream.—Do not you think, The duke was here, and bid us follow him P
Her. Yea, and my father.
Hel. And Hippolyta.
Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple.
Dem. Why, then we are awake. Let's follow him, And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. [Eveunt.
As they go out, Bottom awakes.
Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer.—My next is, Most fair Pyramus.-Hey, ho!— Peter Quince Flute, the bellows-mender | Snout, the tinker! Starveling ! God's my life! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream,-past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was—there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had, but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man’s hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream ; it shall be called Bottom’s Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of a play, before the duke. Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at
her death." [Exit.
SCENE II. Athens. A Room in Quince’s House.
Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING.
Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house P Is he come home yet?
1 Meaning the death of Thisbe. WOL. II. 8