To bear him to my bower in fairy land. [Touching her eyes with an herb. See as thou wast wont to see. Obe. There lies your love. Tita. How came these things to pass? O, how mine eyes do loath his visage now! Obe. Silence, awhile.-Robin, take off this head.Titania, music call; and strike more dead Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. Obe. Sound, music. [Still music.] queen, take hands with me, Come, my And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. Now thou and I are new in amity; And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly, Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly, And bless it to all fair posterity. There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark I do hear the morning lark. 1 Dian's bud is the bud of the Agnus Castus. Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad,1 We the globe can compass soon, Tita. Come, my lord; and in our flight, [Exeunt. [Horns sound within Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and Train. ; The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;— Of hounds and echo in conjunction. 3 Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, 4 The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flewed, so sanded; 5 and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-kneed, and dew-lapped like Thessalian bulls; Slow in pursuit, but matched in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tunable 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 ior 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 of a blood-hound. Was never hollaed to, nor cheered with horn, Judge, when you hear.-But soft; what nymphs are these? Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep; I wonder of their being here together. The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe That Hermia should give answer of her choice? lord. The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. Horns and shout within. DEMETRIUS, LYSANDER, 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. The. [He and the rest kneel to THESEUS I pray you all stand up. I know you are two rival enemies; To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity? Half 'sleep, half waking. But as yet, I swear, I came with Hermia hither. Our intent Was to be gone from Athens, where we might be 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 and me; you 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, But, my good lord, I wot not by what power The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met. And, for the morning now is something worn, Come, Hippolyta. [Exeunt THE., HIP., EGE. and Train 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, 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, Her. Yea, and my father. 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. [Exeunt. As they go out, BoттOм 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.1 [Exit. SCENE II. Athens. A Room in Quince's House. Enter QUINCE, FLUTE, SNOUT, and STARVELING. Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house? Is he come home yet? |