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To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
[Touching her eyes with an herb.
Hath such force and blessed power.
Tita. My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
Obe. There lies your love.
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.
Tita. Music, ho! music; such as charmeth sleep. Puck. Now when thou wak’st, with thine own
fool's eyes peep. Obe. Sound, music. [Still music.] Come, my
queen, take hands with me,
Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark;
i 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, HIPPOLYTA, 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.
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 of a blood-hound.
Was never hollaed to, nor cheered with horn,
The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe
Ege. It is, my lord.
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.
[He and the rest kneel to THESEUS The.
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,
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,
Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
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. [Exeunt The., HiP., EGE. and Train
Dem. These things seem small and undistinguishable Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.
Her. Methinks I see these things with parted eye, When every thing seems double. Hel.
; 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.
It seems to me,
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, 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 hạd 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."
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?