I am fear'd in field and town. Goblin, lead them up and down. Here comes one. Enter Lyfander. Lyf. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou now. Puck. Here, villain, drawn and ready. Where art thou? Lyf. I will be with thee ftraight, To plainer ground. [Lyf. goes aut, as following Dem. Dem. Lyfander, fpeak again; Thou run-away, thou coward art thou fled? And wilt not come? come, recreant; come, thou child, That draws a fword on thee. Dem Yea, art thou there? Puck. Follow my voice, we'll try no manhood here. Lyfander comes back. [Exeunt. Lyf. He goes before me, and still dares me on; And here will reft me. Come, thou gentle day: [Lies down. For if but once thou fhew me thy gray light, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this fpight. Enter Puck and Demetrius Puck. Ho, ho, ho, coward, why com'ft thou not! Thou runn'ft before me, fhifting every place; Puck. Come thou hither, I am here. Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me; thou fhalt buy this dear, If ever I thy face by day-light fee. Now, go thy way; faintnefs constraineth me [Lies down. SCENE IX. Enter Helena. Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night, Abate thy hours; fhine, comforts, from the eaft; That may back to Athens by day-light, I From thefe, that my poor company deteft; And fleep, that fometimes thuts up forrow's eye, Puck. Yet but three? come one more, Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad. Enter Hermia. [Sleeps. Her. Never fo weary, never fo in woe, Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briars, I can no further crawl, no further go; My legs can keep no pace with my defires. Here will I reft me, till the break of day. Heav'ns fhield Lyfander, if they mean a fray! Puck. On the ground Sleep found, I'll apply To your eye, Gentle lover, remedy. [Lies down. [Squeezing the juice on Lyfander's eyes. When thou wak’st, Thou tak'f True delight In the fight Of thy former lady's eye; And the country-proverb known, In your waking fhall be fhown. Jack Jack fhall have Jill, naught fhall go ill, The man fhall have his mare again, and all be well. [Exit Puck. [They fleep. ACT IV. SCENE Continued, The Wood. I. Enter Queen of Fairies, Bottom, Fairies attending, and the King behind them. Queen. Come, fit thee down upon this flow'ry bed, While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, And stick musk-rofes in thy fleek, smooth'd head, Peafe. Ready. Bot. Scratch my head, Peafebloffom. Where's Monfieur Cobweb? Cob Ready. Bot. Monfieur Cobweb, good Monfieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipt humblebee on the top of a thiftle; and, good Monfieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, Monfieur; and, good Monfieur, have a care, the honey-bag break not; I fhould be loth to have you overflown with a honey-bag, Signior. Where's Monfieur Mustardfeed? Muft. Ready Bot. Give me thy neafe, Monfieur Muftardfeed; pray you, leave your courtesy, good Monfieur. Muft. What's your will? Bot. Nothing, good Monfieur, but to help Cavelero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, Monfieur; for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face. And I am fuch a tender ass, if my hair doth but tickle me, I muft fcratch. Queen. What, wilt thou hear fome music, my fweet love! Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in mufic; let us have the tongs and the bones, Rural. Rural mufic, tongs, &c. Queen. Or fay, fweet love, what thou defir'st to eat. Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, fweet hay hath no fellow. Queen. I have a venturous Fairy that shall seek. The fquirrel's hoard, and fetch thee thence new nuts. Bat. I had rather have a handful or two of dried peafe. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an expofition of fleep come upon me. Queen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms; Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away: So doth the woodbine, the fweet honeyfuckle, Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. O how I love thee! how I doat on thee! Enter Puck. Ob. Welcome, good Robin; feeft thou this fweet fight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity; For, meeting her of late behind the wood, And And think no more of this night's accidents, Hath fuch force and bleed power. Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet Queen. Ob. There lies your love. Queen. How came these things to pass? Than common sleep of all these five the sense. Puck. When thou awak'ft, with thine own fool's eyes peep. Ob. Sound, mufic; come, my Queen, take hand with me, And rock the ground whereon these fleepers be. And will to-morrow midnight folemnly There fhall these pairs of faithful lovers be Puck. Fairy King, attend and mark; I do hear the morning lark. Ob. Then, my Queen, in filence fad; Trip we after the night's fhade; We the globe can compafs foon, Queen. Come, my Lord, and in our flight [Sleepers lie fill. [Exeunt. [Wind horns within. SCENE |