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Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Dem. Yea, art thou there?
[Lies down. For if but once thou snew me thy gray light, P'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spight.
Enter Puck and Demetrius.
Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'ft: for well I wot,
Puck. Come thou hither, I am here.
Abate thy hours ; fhine, comforts, from the East : That I may back to Athens by day-light,
From these, that my poor company deteft ; And Neep, that sometimes shuts up forrow's eye, Steal me a while from mine own company. [Sleeps.
Puck. Yet but three ? come one more,
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briars,
My legs can keep 'no' pace with my desires :
Puck. On the ground sleep sound,
(Squeezing the juice on Lyfander's eye. When thou wak't, thou tak'st
True delight in the fight of thy former lady's eye ;
(Exit Puck. [They sleep.
SCENE continued, the Wood.
and the King behind them.
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
Bot. Where's Peafeblossom?
Bot. Scratch my head, Peafeblofjom. Where's monsieur Cobweb??
Bot. Monsieur Cobweb, good monsieur, get your weapons hand, and kill me a red-hipt humblebee on the top of a thistle ; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur ; and, good monsieur, have a care, the honey-bag break not; I should be loth to have you over-flown with a honey-bag, fignior. Where's monsieur Muftardfeed?
Bot. Give me thy neafe, monsieur, Muffardfeed; pray you, leave your curtesy, good monsieur,
Muft. What's your will?
Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help Cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I muft to the barber's, monsieur ; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face. And I am such a tender ass, if my hair doth but iickle me, I must scratch.
Queen. What, wilt thou hear some musick, my sweet love ?
Bot, I have a reasonable good ear in mufick ; let us have the tongs and the bones.
Rural Mufick, Tongs, &c.
Queen. Or say, sweet love, what thou desir'it 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, sweet hay hath no fellow.
Queen. I have a venturous Fairy that shall seek the squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.
Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of dried pease. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Queen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms;
Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away: (15)
- and be always away. ] What ! was She giving her Attendants an everlasting Dismiffon? No such thing ; they were to be still upon Duty. I am convinced, the Poet meant;
and be all ways away. į. e. disperse yourselves, and scout out severally, in your Watch that danger approach us from no Quarter.
16) So dorb tbe Woodbine the sweet Honey -suckle
Gently entwift; the female ivy so
Enrings the barky Fingers of the Elm.] Wha: does the Woodbine entwist? Why the Honey-fuckle. But ever till now the Honeysuckle and the Woodbine were but two Names for the same Plant. But we have now found a Support for the Woodbine, as well as for the Ivy. The Corruption might happen thus ; the first Blun'erer in writing might leave the p out of Maple, and make it Male; upon which the acute Editors turned it into Female, and tack'd it as an Epithet to Ivy.
To bear him to my bower in Fairy-land.
Be, as thou wat wont to be ;
Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet Queen. 500;?:
Queen. My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
Ob. There lies your love.
Ob. Silence, a while; Robin, take off his head;
Queen. Mufick, ho! mufick : such as charmeth sleep.
(17) Dian's Bud, or Cupid's flow'r.] Thus all the Editions had stupidly exhibited this Paliage. The ingenous Dr. Thirlby gave me the Correction, which I have inserted in the Text, and which, doubtless, restores us the Author. Oberon in Act the 2d, where he first proposes to enchant his Queen's Eyes and Sense, tells us, he has an Antidote to take off the Charm.
(18) Titania, Mufick call, and firike more dead
Than common Sleep. Of all these fine the Sense) This moft certainly, is both corrupt in the Text, and Pointing. Would Musick, that was to strike them into a deeper Sleep than ordinary, contribute to fine (or refine,) their Senses? My Emendation, I am persuaded, needs no Justification. The fire, that lay aseep on the Stage, were, Demetrius, Lysander, Hermia, Helena, and Bottom. I ought to acknowledge, that Dr. Thirlly likewise started and communicated Correction,