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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,
Puck. Follow me then,

To plainer ground. [Lyf. goes aut, as following Dem.
Enter Demetrius.

Dem. Lyfander, fpeak again;

Thou run-away, thou coward art thou fled?
Speak in fome bufh: where doft thou hide thy head?
Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars,

And wilt not come? come, recreant; come, thou child,
I'll whip thee with a rod; he is defil'd,

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;
When I come where he calls me, then he's gone
The villain is much lighter-heel'd than I,
I follow'd faft, but fafter he did fly;
That fall'n am I in dark uneven way,

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!
Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'ft: for well I wot,

Thou runn'ft before me, fhifting every place;
And dar'ft not stand, nor look me in the face.
Where art thou?

Puck. Come thou hither, I am here.

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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
To measure out my length on this cold bed.
By day's approach look to be vifited.

[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,
Steal me a while from mine own company.

Puck. Yet but three? come one more,
Two of both kinds make up four.
Here fhe comes, curs'd and fad :

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,
That every man should take his own,

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,
And kifs thy fair large ears my gentle joy.
Bot. Where's Peafebloffom?

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,
Gently entwift the maple; ivy fo

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,
Seeking fweet favours for this hateful fool,
I did upbraid her, and fall out with her;
For fhe his hairy temples then had rounded
With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers;
And that fame dew, which fometime on the buds
Was wont to fwell, like round and orient pearls,
Stood now within the pretty flouriet's eyes,
Like tears that did their own difgrace bewail.
When I had at my pleasure taunted her,
And the in mild terms begg'd my patience,
I then did ask of her her changeling child,
Which trait fhe gave me, and her Fairy fent
To bear him to my bower in Fairy-land.
And now I have the boy, I will undo
This hateful imperfection of her eyes:
And, gentle Fuck, take this transformed fcalp
From off the head of this Athenian fwain;
That he, awaking, when the others do,
May all to Athens back again repair;

And

And think no more of this night's accidents,
But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
But, firft, I will releafe the Fairy Queen.
Be as thou waft wont to be;
See as thou waft wont to see :
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower

Hath fuch force and bleed power.

Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet Queen.
Queen. My Oberon! what vifions have I feen!
Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

Ob. There lies your love.

Queen. How came these things to pass?
Oh, how mine eyes do loath this vifage now!
Ob. Silence, a while; Robin, take off his head;
Titania, mufic call; and strike more dead

Than common sleep of all these five the sense.
Queen. Mufic, ho! mufic; fuch as charmeth fleep.
Still mufic.

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.
Now thou and I are new in amity;

And will to-morrow midnight folemnly
Dance in Duke Thefeus' houfe triumphantly,
And blefs it to all far pofterity:

There fhall these pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded, with Thefeus, all in jollity.

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,
Swifter than the wandring moon.

Queen. Come, my Lord, and in our flight
Tell me how it came this night,
That I fleeping here was found,
With thefe mortals on the ground.

[Sleepers lie fill. [Exeunt. [Wind horns within.

SCENE

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