Farewel, sweet play-fellow; pray thou for us,
And good luck grane thee thy Demetrius !
Keep word, Lysander ; we must farve our fight
From Lovers' food, 'till morrow deep midnight.

Exit Hermia.
Lyf. I will, my Hermia - Helena, adieu ;
As you on him, Dernet, ius doat on you! (Exit Lyfand

Hel. How happy fome, o'er other fome, can be!!! Through Athens I am thought as fair as the But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so: He will not know ; what all, but he, do knowe w And as he errs, doating on Hermia's eyes, Ful, admiring of his qualities. Things base and vile, holding no quantity,'s: ":10 Love can transpose to form and dignity : Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hach love's mind of any judgment tafe : Wings and no eyes figure unheedy hafte; 22; And therefore is Love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguild. As waggish boys themselves in game forfwear, So the boy Love is perjur'd every where. For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne, He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine'; And when this hail fome heat from Hermia felt, So he diffolvd, and thowers of oaths did melt. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's fight. Then to the wood will he, tomorrow night, Porsue her ; and for this intelligence If I have thanks, it is a dear expence. But herein mean I to enrich my pain, To have his fight thither, and back again. [Exit.


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SC E N E changes to a Cottage.
Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snowt, and

Quin. T$ all our company here !


Bot. You were beft to call them generally man by man, according to the fcrip.

Quin. Here is the fcrowl of every man's name, which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in our interlude before the Duke and Dutchess, on his wedding-day at night.

Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on; then read the names of the actors; and to to a point.

Quin.: Marry, our play is the most lamentable comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby.

Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry. Now, good Perer Quince, call forth your actors by the scrowl. Mafters, spread yourselves.

Quin. Answer, as I call you. Nick Bottom, the weaver. Bot. Readgris na me what part I am for, and proceed.

Quin. You, Nick Bottom; are set down for Pyramus. Bot. What is Pyramus, a lover, or a týrant?

Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly for love. Bot. That will ask fome tears in the true performing

if I do it, let the audience look to their eyes'; I will move storms; I will condole in some measure. To the relt; yet, niy chief humour is for a tyrant ; I could play Ercles rarely, or a parc' to tear a cat in : To make all' split the raging rocks, and shivering

Thocks shall break the locks of prison gates and Phibbus' carr shall shine from far, and make and mar 6 the foolish fates"--This was lofty. Now name the rest of the players. This is, Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein ; a lover is more condolingo

Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender.
Flu. Here, Peter Quince.
Quin. You must take Tbijby on you.

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Flm. What is 1 bisby, a wand'ring Knight?",!!! Quin. It is the lady, that Pyramus must love.

Flu. Nay, faith, let me pot play a woman'; I have a beárd coming, Quin. That's all one, you shall play it in a mafque

you may speak as small, as you will Bol. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too; rll speak in a monstrous little voice, Thisne, Thisney ah, Pyramus, my 'lover dear, thy Thisby dear, and lady dear.

Quin. No, no, you must play Pyramus; and Flute, 'you. Thisby. Bot. Well, proceed.


10:13 Quin. Robin Starveling, the taylor. ?x D Syur. Here, 'Peter Quince.

Quir. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's' mo. Tim Snowt, the tinker

ante las ? Snow. Here, Peter Quince.

Quin. You, Pyramus s father ; myself, Thisby's father ; $nug, the joiner, you, the lion's part: I hope, there is a play fitted.

Snug. Have you the lion's part written ? pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am flow of ftudy,

Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is 'fothing but roaring,

Bet. Let me play the lion too ; I will roar, that I will do any man's heart good to hear me. I will roar, that I will make the Duke fay, let him roar again, let Bim roar again.

" fright the Dutchess and the ladies, that they would Ariek, and that were enough to hang us all.

All. That would hang us every mother's son.

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Bot. I grant you, friends, if you should fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have no more difcretion but to hang us ; but I will aggravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently as any fucking dove ; E will roar you an

'cwere any nightingale. Quin. You can play, no pait but Pyramus, for Pyramus is a sweet-fac'd man; a proper man, as one shall see in a summer's-day; a most lovely gentleman-like man: therefore you muft needs play Pyramus,

But Well, I will undertake it. What beard were I beft to play it in

Quin. Why, what you will.

Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw-colour'd beard, your orange-țawny beard, your purple-in-graia beard, or your French crown-colour'd beard; your pers feet yellow.

Quin. (4) Some of your French crowns have no hait at all, and then you will play bare-fac d. But, masters, here are your parts; and I am, to intreat you, request your and desire you to con them by to-morrow night; and meet me in the palace-iood, a mile without the town, by moon-light, there we will rehearse; for if we meer in the city, we shall be dog'd with company, and our devices known. In the mean time I will draw a bill of properties, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail

Bot. We will meet, and there we may rehearse more obscenely and courageously. Take pains, be perfect, adieu.

Quin. At the Duke's oak we meet. Bot. Enough; hold, or cut bow-Strings.-- (Exeunt.. (4) Some of your French Crowns have no flair at a?l,] See the third Note on Measure for Measure, which explains this dark Pallage.

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SCENE, a 'Wood.: Enler a Fairy at one Door, and Puck för Robin.

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OW now, spirit, whither wander you ?..

Fai. Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through brias,
Over park, over pale,
Through flood, through fire,
I do wander every where,
Swifter than the moon's fphere ;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the

The cowsips tall her penfioners be,
In their gold coats {pots you see,
Those be rubies, Fairy-favours :
In those freckles live their favours:
I muft go seek fome dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewel, thou loh of spirits, I'll be gone,
Our Queen and all ber elves come here anon.

Puck. The King doth keep his revels here to night,
Take heed, the Queen come not within his fight.at
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
Bécause that the, as her attendant, hath
A lovely boy, stoll'n from an Indian King:
She never hid fo sweet a.changeling;
Apd jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild ;
But the perforce with holds the loved boy,
Crowns him with flow'rs, and makes him all her joy.
And now they never meet in grove, or green,
By fountain clear, or spangled ftar-light sheen,


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