begin: when you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake; and so every one according to his cue.

Enter Puck behind.
Puck. What hempen homespuns have we swaggering here,
So near the cradle of the fairy queen ?
What, a play toward! I'll be an auditor;
An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.

Quin. Speak, Pyramus.—Thisby, stand forth.
Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet, -
Quin. Odours, odours.

-odours savours sweet:
So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.-
But hark, a voice! stay thou but here awhile,
And by and by I will to thee appear.

[Exit. Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here!

[Aside. —Exit. This. Must I speak now?

Quin. Ay, marry, must you: for you must understand he

goes but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again. This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily white of hue,

Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, Most brisky juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew,

As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire, I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.

Quin. Ninus' tomb, man: why, you must not speak that yet: that you answer to Pyramus. You speak all your part at once, cues and all.Pyramus enter: your cue is past; it is, never tire.

Re-enter Puck, and BOTTOM with an ass's head. This. 0,-A8 true as truest horse, that yet would never tire. Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine :

Quin. O monstrous ! O strange! we are haunted. Pray, masters! fly, masters !-Help!

[Exeunt Clowns. Puck. I'll follow you; I'll lead you about a round,

Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier; Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,

A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. [Exit.

Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them to make me afeard.

Re-enter SNOUT. Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee? Bot. What do you see? you see an ass-head of your own, do you?

Re-enter QUINCE. Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated.

[E.cit. Bot. I see their knavery; this is to make an ass of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid. [Sings.

The ousel-cock, so black of hue,

With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,

The wren with little quill;
Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? [Waking.
Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,

The plain-song cuckoo gray,,
Whose note full

many a man doth mark,

And dares not answer, nay;for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird. who would give a bird the lie, though he cry cuckoo never so?

Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again :
Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note.
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me,
On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee.

Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days: the more the pity that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion.

Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.

Bot. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.

Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go;
Thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or no.
I am a spirit of no common rate,-
The summer still doth tend upon my state;
And I do love thee: therefore, go with me
I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee;
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep:
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
Peasblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed !

Enter Four Fairies. 1 Fai. Ready. 2 Fai.

And I. 3 Fai.

And I. 4 Fai.

Where shall we go?
Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes ;
Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ;
The honey bags steal from the humble-bees,
And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs,
And light them at the fiery glowworm's eyes,
To have my love to bed and to arise;
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes:
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.

1 Fai. Hail, mortal!
2 Fai. Hail !
3 Fai. Hail !
4 Fai. Hail !

Bot. I cry your worship’s mercy heartily.—I beseech your worship's name.

Cob. Cobweb. Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master Cobweb. If I cut my finger I shall make bold with you.—Your name, honest gentleman?

Peas. Peasblossom.

Bot. I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Good Master Peasblossom, I shall desire you of more acquaintance too.— Your name, I beseech you, sir?

Mus. Mustardseed.

Bot. Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well: that same cowardly giant-like ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. more acquaintance, good Master Mustardseed.

Tita. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower.

The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye;
And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,

Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. [Exeunt.

I desire you

SCENE II.-Another part of the Wood.

Obe. I wonder if Titania be awak'd;
Then what it was that next came in her eye,
Which she must dote on in extremity.

Enter Puck.
Here comes my messenger. —How now, mad spirit?
What night-rule now about this haunted grove?

Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day..
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
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 now! I fixed on his head;
Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,
And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy,
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 sight 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 briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;
Some sleeves, some hats: from yielders all things catch.
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 straightway lov'd an ass.

Obe. This falls out better than I could devise.
But hast 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 wak’d, of force she must be ey'd.

Obe. Stand close; this is the same Athenian.
Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man.

Dem. 0, why rebuke you him that loves you so?
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

ter. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse;
For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse.
If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,
Being o'er shoes 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 stol'n away
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 so displease
Her brother's noontide with the antipodes.
It cannot be but thou hast murder'd him;
So should a murderer look; so dead, so grim.

Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so should I,
Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty:
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,
As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.

Řer. What's this to my Lysander? where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?

Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my 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 among men!
Oh! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake;
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 stung.

Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris’d mood:
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

Her. I pray thee, tell me, then, that he is well.
Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefore?

Her. A privilege never to see me more.-
And from thy hated presence part I so:
See me no more whether he be dead or no.

Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein:
Here, therefore, for awhile I will remain.
So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow

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