Pyr. Odours, favours sweet. So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby, dear; he [Exit Pyr.: Puck. A ftranger Pyramus than e'er plaid here! [Afide. Thif. Muft I fpeak now? Quin. Ay, marry, muft you; for you must understand,` goes but to fee a noife that he heard, and is to come again. Thif. Moft radient Pyramus, moft lilly-white of hue, Of colour like the red rofe on triumphant briar, Molt brisky Juvenile, and eke most lovely Jew, As true as trueft horse, that yet would never tire, I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. Quin. Ninus' tomb, man; why you must not fpeak that yet that you answer to Pyramus; you fpeak all your part at once, cues and all. Pyramus, enter; your cue is paft; it is never tire. Re-enter Bottom, with an Afs-head. Thif. O,As true as trueft horse, that yet would never tire. Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine. Quin. O monstrous! O ftrange! we are haunted; pray, masters; fly, mafters; help! [The Clowns exeunt. Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round. Through bog, through bush, through brake, through briar; Sometimes a horfe I'll be, fometimes a hound, A hog, a headless bear, fometimes a fire, And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar and burn, Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. [Exit. (12) -fay thou bere a while;] The Verses here, 'tis plain, fhould be alternately in Rhyme: but fweet in the Clofe of the firft Line, and while in the third, will not do for this purpose. The Author, doubtlefs, gave it; -flay thou but here a whit; i. e. a little while: for fo it fignifies, as alfo any thing of no Price, or Confideration; a trifle: in which Senfe it is very frequent with our Author, Bot. Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery of them to make me afeard. Enter Snowt. Snowt. O Bottom, thou art chang'd; what do I fee on thee? Bot. What do you fee? you see an ass-head of your own, do you? Enter Quince. Quin. Blefs thee, Bottom, blefs thee; thou art tranflated. Bot. I fee their knavery, this is to make an afs of me, to fright me if they could; but I will not ftir from this place, do what they can; I will walk up and down here, and I will fing, that they fhall hear I am not afraid. [Sings. The Oufel cock, so black of hue, With orange-tawny bill, The throftle with his note fo true, The wren with little quill. Queen. What angel wakes me from my flow'ry bed? Bot. The finch, the fparrow, and the lark, The plain-fong cuckow gray, Whose note full many a man doth mark, And dares not answer, nay. Waking. [Sings. For, indeed, who would fet his wit to fo foolish a bird? who would give a bird the lye, tho' he cry cuckow never fot Queen. I pray thee, gentle mortal, fing again; And thy fair virtue's force (perforce) doth move me, "Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet, to fay the truth, reafon and love keep little company together now-a-days. The more the pity, that some honeft neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occafion. Queen. Thou art as wife, as thou art beautiful. Bot. Not fo neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to ferve mine own turn. Queen. Out of this wood do not defire to go, Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. The fummer ftill doth tend upon my state, 4 Fair. And I: where fall we go? Queen. Be kind, and courteous to this gentleman; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, Fair. Hail, mortal, hail! 2 Fair. Hail! 3 Fair. Hail!. Bot. I cry your worship's mercy heartily; I befeech, your worship's name. Cob. Cobweb. Bot. I fhall defire of you more acquaintance, good mafter Cobweb; If I cut my finger, I fhall make bold with you. Your name, honeft gentleman ? Peafe. Peafe. Peafebloom. Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash your mother, and to mafter Peafcod your father. Good master Peafe bloffom, I fhall defire of you more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, Sir? Muf. Muftardfeed. Bot. Good mafter Muftardfeed, I know your patience well that fame cowardly giant-like Ox-beef hath devour'd many a gentleman of your houfe. I promife you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I defire more of your acquaintance, good matter Mustardfeed. Queen. Come, wait upon him, lead him to my bower. The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye; And when the weeps, weep ev'ry little flower, Lamenting fome enforced chastity! Tie up my love's tongue, bring him filently. Enter King of Fairies. Ob. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd: Enter Puck. [Exeunt. Here comes my meffenger! how now, mad fprite, And forth my minnock comes: when they him fpy, Or ruffet-pated choughs, many in fort, And, at our ftamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; Their fenfe thus weak, loft with their fears thus ftrong, And left fweet Pyramus tranflated there : Ob. This falls out better, than I could devife. Puck. I took him fleeping; that is finish'd too; . That when he wakes, of force she must be ey’d. Enter Demetrius and Hermia. Ob. Stand clofe, this is the fame Athenian. Lay breath fo bitter on your bitter foe. fo? Her. Now I but chide, but I fhould ufe thee worfe; Being o'er fhoes in blood, plunge in the deep, And kill me too. The fun was not fo true unto the day, As he to me. Would he have ftoll'n away This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon Dem |