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The shallow'st thick-skin of that barren fort,
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake;
When I did him at this advantage take,
An ass's nole I fixed on his head ;
Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,
And forth my minnock comes: when they him fpy,
As wild geese, that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;
So, at his fight, away his fellows fly;
And, at our stamp, here o’er and o'er one falls;
He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.
Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears thus strong,
Made senseless things begin to do them wrong.
For briars and thorns at their apparel snatch;
Some, sleeves; some hats; from yielders all things
I led them on in this distracted fear,
And left sweet Pyramus translated there:
When in that moment (so it came to pass)
Titania wak’d, and straitway lov’d an ass.
Ob. This falls out better than I could devise.
But halt thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?
Puck. I took him sleeping; that is finish'd too ;
And the Athenian woman by his side,
That when he wakes, of force she must be ey’d.
SCENE V. Enter Demetrius and Hermia.
Ob. Stand close, this is the same Athenian.
Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man.
Demi. O, why rebuke you him that loves you to? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe
Her. Now I but chide, but I thould use thee worse; For thou, I fear, hast giien me cause to curse : if thou hast flain Lyiander in his slep, Being o'er fhoes in blood, plunge in the deep, And kill me too. The sun was not so true unto the day, As he to me. Would he have ftol'n away VOL. I. M
From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon,
This whole earth may be bor’d; and that the moon
May through the centre creep, and to displease
Her brother's noon-tide i'th' Antipodes.
It cannot be but thou hast murther'd him ;
So should a murtherer look, so dread, fo grim.
Dem. So should the murther'd look; and so should I, Pierce'd through the heart with your stern cruelty: Yet
you the murtherer look as bright and clear, As yonder Venus in her glimm'ring sphere.
Her. What's this to my ysander where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
Den. l'ad rather give this carcase to the hounds. Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'st me past the
bounds Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then? Henceforth be never number'd
men. O! once tell true, and even for my fake, Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake? And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch! Could not a worm, an adder do so much ? An adder did it; for with doubler tongue Than thine, thou serpent, never adder ftung.
Dem You spend your passion on a mispris’d mood;
I am not guilty of Lyfander's blood;
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
Dem. And if I could, what should I get
Her. A privilege never to see me more ;
And from thy hated presence part I so :
See me no inore, whether he's dead or no. [Exit.
Dem There is no following her in this fierce vein; Here, therefore, for a while I will remain : So forrow's heaviness doth heavier grow, For debt, that bankrupt sleep doth forrow owe; Which now in fome flight measure it will pay, If for his tender here I make some stay. [Lies down.
Oh. What hait thou done? thou hait mistaken quite, And laid thy love-juice on some true love's fight: Of thy misprision mull perforce ensue Some true love turn'd, and not a falle turn'd true.
Puck. Then fate o'er-rules, that, one man holding A million fail, confounding oath on oath. (troth,
Ob. About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens see thou find.
All fancy-fick fhe is, and pale of chear,
With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear;
By fome illusion see thou bring her here ;
I'll charm his eyes against she doth appear.
Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go;
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. [Exit.
06. Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of his eye !
When his love he doth efpy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.
When thou wak'st, if the be by,
Beg of her for remedy.
Puck. Captain of our Fairy band,
Helena is here at hand,
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee.
Shall we their fond pageant fee?
Lord, what fools there mortals be!
Ob. Stand aside: the noise, they make,
Will cause Demetrius to awake.
Puck. Then will two at once woo one;
That must needs be sport alone,
And those things do belt please me,
That befal prepost'roudly.
SCENE VI. Enter Lyfander and Helena.
L:f. Why should you think that I fhould woo in fcorn?
Scorn and derision never come in tears.
Look, when, I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears :
How can these things in me seem fcorn to you.
Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true ?
Hel. You do advance your cunning more and more,
When truth kills truth, devitish, holy, fray !
These vows are Hermia's : will you give her o'er ?
Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh;
Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.
Lv I had no judginent when to her I swore.
Her. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er.
Lyf. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.
Dem. (awaking ] O Helen, goddess, nymph, per,
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ?
Crystal is muddy; O how ripe in show
Thy lips, those killing cherries, tempting grow !
That pure congealed white, high Taurus' Inow,
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou holg'it up thy hand O let me kiss
This pureness of pure white, this seal of bliss.
Hel O fpight, О hell! I see you all are bent
To set against me, for your merriment.
If you were civil, and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate ine, as I know you do,
But must join insolent tɔ mock me too ?
If you are men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so:
To vow and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia,
And now both rivals to mock Helena.
A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes
With your derision ! none of nobler fort
Would fo offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.
Lys: You are unkind, Demetrius; be not fo;
you love Hermia; this you know I know.
And here with all good-will, with all my heart,
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;
And your's of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom I do love, and will do to my death.
Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath.
Dem. Lyfander, keep thy Hermia, I will none; If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.
My heart to her but as guest-wife fojourn'd;
And now to Helen it is home return'd,
There ever to remain.
Lyf. It is not so.
Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know,
Left to thy peril thou abide it dear.
Look where thy love comes, yonder is thy dear.
S CE N E VII. Enter Hermia.
Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes :
Wherein it doth impair the feeing fense,
It pays the hearing double recompence.
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy found.
But why unkindly didit thou leave me fo?
Lyf. Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go?
Her. What love could prefs Lysander from my fide?
Lyf. Lyfander's love, that would not let him 'bide,
Fair Helena; who more engilds the night,
Than all yon fiery O’s and eyes of light.
Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know,
The hate I bear thee made me leave thee fo?
Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be.
Hel. Lo, she is one of this confed'racy;
Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all three,
To fashion this false sport in fpight of me,
Injurious Hermia, moit ungrateful maid,
Have you conspir’d, have you with there contriv'd
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd,
The sisters vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hafty-footed time
For parting us; O! and is all forgot?
All school-days friendship, childhood innocence ?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Created with our needles both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion ;
Both warbling of one fong, both in one key;
As if our hands, our fides, voices, and minds,
Had been incorp'rate. So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,