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Bot. No, make it two more · let it be written in This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily white of hue, eight and eigbt.
Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion ? Most brisky juvenal, and eke most lovely Jew, Star. I fear it, I promise you.
As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire, Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with your. I'll meet thee Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. selves : to bring in, God shield us! a lion among Quin. Ninus' tomb, man : Why you must not ladies, is a most dreadful thing: for there is not a speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus : you Eure fearful wild-fowl than your lion, living; and speak all your part at once, cues and all.–Pyramus we ought to look to it.
enter ; your cue is past ; it is, never tire. Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell, he is not a lion.
Re-enter Puck, and Bottom, with an ass's head. Bot. Nay, you must name bis name, and half his
This. 0,-As true as truest horse, that yet would face must be seen through the lion's neck; and he
never tire. himself must speak through, saying thus, or to the
Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine ;same defect,- Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish
Quin. O monstrous ! O strange! we are baunted. you, or, I would request you, or, I would entreat Pray, masters ! fly, masters ! help! you, not to fear, not to tremble: my life for yours.
[Exeunt Clowns. If you think I come bither as a lion, it were pity Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a of my life : No, I am no such thing; I am a man
round, as other inen are: and there, indeed, let him name
Through bog, through bush, through brake, bis name; and tell them plainly, he is Snug the through brier; joiner,
Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; things; that is, to bring the moon-light into a And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, cbamber: for you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. by moon-light.
[Eait. Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we play Bot. Why do they run away? this is a koavery our play?
of them, to make me afeard.
Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I
see on thee? great chamber-window, where we play, open; and
Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's head of the moon may shine in at the casement.
Quin. Ay, or else one must come in with a bush your own; Do you ? of thorns and a lantern, and say, he comes to disfi
Re-enter QUINCE. gure, or to present the person of moon-shine. Then, there is another thing : we must have a wall in the Quin. Bless thee, Bottom ! bless thee! thou art great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby, says the translated.
[Ezit. story, did talk through the chink of a wall.
Bot. I see their knavery: this is to make an ass Snug. You never can bring in a wall. What say stir from this place, do what they can : I will walk
of me ; to fright me if they could. But I will not u, Bottom?
Bot. Some man or other must present wall : and up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall let him have some plaster, or some lome, or some hear I am not afraid.
(Sings. rought-cast about him, to signify wall; or let bim
The ousel-cock, so black of hue, bold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall
With orange-tawney bill, Pyramus and Thisby whisper.
The throstle with his note so true, Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come,
The wren with little quill; sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your parts. Pyramus, you begin : when you have spoken Tita. What angel wakes me from my fowery your speech, enter into that brake; and so every
[Waking. one according to his cue.
Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark
The plain-song cuckoo gray,
Whose note full many a man doth mark, Puck. Wbat hempen home-spuns bave we swag.
And dares not answer, nay ;gering here, So near the cradle of the fairy queen?
for, indeed, who would set bis wit to so foolish a What, a play, toward? I'll be an auditor , bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry An actor too, perbaps, if I see cause.
cuckoo, never so?
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape ;
And thy fair virtue's force performe doth move me, So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.- On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. But, hark, a voice! stay thou but here a while,
Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little And by and by I will to thee appear.
[Exit. reason for that: And yet, to say the truth, reason Puck A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here! and love keep little company together now-a.days:
[Aside.—Exi.. The more the pity, that some honest neighbours This. Must I speak now?
will not make them friends. Nay I can gleek upon Quin. Ay, marry, must you : for you must un occasion. derstand, he goes but to see a noise tbat he heard, Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. and is to conne again.
Rot. Not so, neither : but if I had wit enough
to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love mine own turo.
Near to her close and consecrated bower, Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go ; While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. A crew of patches, rude mechanicals, I am a spirit, of no common rate ;
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls, The summer still doth tend upon my state,
Were met together to rehearse a play, And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day. I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee;
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort, And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, Who Pyramus presented, in their sport And sing, wbile thou on pressed flowers dost sleep? Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake : And I will purge thy mortal grossness so,
When I did him at this advantage take, ?'hat thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
An ass's nowl I fixed on his head; Peas-blossom ! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-seed! | Auon, his Thisbe must be answered,
And forth my mimick comes : When they bim spy, Enter four Fairies.
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, 1 Fai. Ready.
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, 2 Fai. And l.
Rising and cawing at the gun's report, 3 Fai. And I.
Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky; 4 Fai.
Where shall we go? So at bis sight, away his fellows fly: Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls ; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ; He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. Feed him with apricocks, and dewberries;
Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears, thus With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
When in that moment (so it came to pass,) 1 Fai. Hail, mortal!
Titania wak’d, and straightway lor'd an ass. 2 Fai. Hail!
Obe. This falls out better than I could devise. 3 Fai. Hail!
But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes 4 Fai. Hail !
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do? Bot. I cry your worship's mercy, heartily.--1 Puck. I took him sleeping,—that is finish'd too, beseech, your worship's name.
And the Athenian woman by bis side; Cob. Cobweb.
That when he wak’d, of force she must be ey'd. Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance,
Enter DEMETRTUS and HERMIA. good master Cobweb : If I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. — Your name, honest gentle- Obe. Stand close ; this is the same Athenian. man ?
Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. Peas. Peas-blossom.
Dem. 0, why rebuke you him that love you so ? Bot. I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, Lay breatli so bitter o your bitter foe. your mother, and to Master Peas-cod, your father. Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee Good Master Peas-blossom, I shall desire you of
worse ; more acquaintance too. — Your name, I beseech For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse.
If thou bast slain Lysander in his sleep, Mus. Mustard-seed.
Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, Bot. Good Master Mustard-seed, I know your And kill me too. patience well : that same cowardly, giant-like ox. The sun was not so true unto the day, beef bath devoured many a gentleman of your As be to me: Would he have stol'n away house : : I promise you, your kindred bath made my From sleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon, eyes water ere now. I desire you more acquaint- This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon ance, good master Mustard seed.
May through the centre creep, and so displease Tita. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes. bower.
It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd bim; The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; So should a murderer look; so dead, so grim And when she weeps, weeps every little lower, Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so Lamenting some enforced chastity,
should I, Tie up my love's tongue, bring bim silently. Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty :
[Exeunt. Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,
As yonder Venus in ber glimmering sphere. SCENE II.-Another part of the Wood. Her. What's this to my Lysander ? wbere is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me!
Dem. I had rather give bis carcase to my hounds. Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd ;
Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'st me past Then, what was it that next came in her eye,
the bounds Whicb she must dote on in extremity.
Of maiden's patience. Has thou slain him then?
Henceforth be never number'd among men!
Ob! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake ; Here comes my messenger.-Ilow now, mad spirit? Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, Wbat night.rule now about this haunted grove ! And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch:
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Will even weigh ; and both as light as tales. Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. Lus. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give ber mood :
o'er. I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;
Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
Dem. [awaking:) O Helen, goddess, nymph Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
perfect, divine ! Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefore ? To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ?
Her. A priviluge, never to see me more.-- Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show And from thy bated presence part I so:
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! See me no more, whether he be dead or no. (Exit. That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow,
Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein : Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns .o a crow, Here, therefore, for awhile I will remain.
When thou hold'st up tby band : O let me kiss So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss !
Can you not bate me, as I know you do,
If you were men, as men you are in show,
When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia; Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And now both rivals, to mock Helena : And Helena of Athens look thou find :
A trim exploit, a manly enterprize, All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes, With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear. With your derision ! none, of noble sort, By some illusion see tbou bring her here;
Would so offend a virgin ; and extort l'il charm bis eyes, against she do appear. A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. Puck. I go, I go ; look, bow I go;
Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so ; Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. [Exit. For you love Hermia: this, you know, I know : Obe. Flower of this purple die,
And here, with all good will, with all my heart, Hit with Cupid's archery,
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part; Sink in apple of his eye!
And yours of Helena to me bequeath, When his love he doth espy
Whom I do love, and will do to my death. Let her shine as gloriously
Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. As the Venus of the sky.
Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia ; I will none · When thou wak'st if she be by,
If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone. Beg of her for remedy.
My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojourn'd;
And now to Helen is it home return'd,
There to remain.
Helen, it is not so.
Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, Helena is here at hand,
Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.And the youth, mistook by me,
Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear.
Her. Dalk night, that from the eye bis function Will cause Demetrius to awake.
takes, Puck. Then will two at once, woo one
The ear more quick of apprehension makes ; 1 hat must needs be sport alone;
Wherein it doth inspair the seeing sense, And those things do best please me,
It pays the bearing double recompense :That befal preposterously.
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound. Enter LYSANDER and Helena.
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so ! Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo Lys. Why should be stay, whom. love doth press in scorn ?
to go? Scorn and derision never come in tears :
Her. What love could press Lysander from my I ook, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
side ? In their pativity all truth appears.
Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him llow can these things in me seem scorn to you,
bide, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true ? Fair Helena ; who more engilds the night Hel. You do advance your cunning more and Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.
Why seek'st thou me ? could not this make thoo When truth kills truth, O develish-holy fray!
know, These vovs are Hermia's; Will you give ber o'er? The hate 1 bare thee made me leave tbee so ? Heigh oath with oath, and you will nothing Her. You speak not as you think ; it capn be. weigh:
Hel, Lo, she is one of this confederacy
Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three, Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr. vile thing To fashion this false sport in spite of me.
let loose ; Injurious Hermia ! most ungrateful maid !
Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent. Have you conspir'd, have you with these contriv'd Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change To bait me with this foul derision?
is chis, Is all the counsel tbat we two have shar'd,
Sweet love! The sisters' vows, the bours that we have spent,
Lys. Thy love ? out, tawny Tartar, out! When we have cbid the basty-footed time
Out. loathed medicine ! hated potion, bence ! For parting us,--0, and is all forgot?
Her. Do you not jest? All school days' friendship, childhood innocence ?
Yes, sooth; and so do you. We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word
with thee. Have with our neelds created both one flower, Dem. I would, I had your bond; for, I perceive, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, A weak bond bolds you; I'll not trust your word. Both warbling of one song, both in one key;
Lys. What! should I hurt her, strike her, kill As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,
her dead ? Had been incorporate. So we grew together,
Although I bate her, I'll not harm her so. Like to a double cherry, seeming parted;
Her. Wbat ! can you do me greater harm, than But yet a union in partition,
hate? Two lovely berries moulded on one stem :
Hate me! wherefore ? O me! what news, my love ? So, with two s-eining bodies, but one beart; Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lysander ? Two of the first, like coats in beraldry,
I am as fair now, as I was erewhile. Due but to one, and crowned with one crest. Since night, you lov'd me; yet, since night you And will you rend our ancient love asunder,
left me: To join with men in scorning your poor friend ? Why, then, you left me ?-0, the gods forbid !It is not friendly, 'lis not maidenly:
In earnest, shall I say? Our sex, as well as I, may ch de you for it;
Ay, by my life; Though I alone do feel the injury.
And never did desire to see thee more. Her. I am amazed at your passionate words : Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt, I scorn you not; it seems that you scoin me. Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest, Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn,
That I do hate thee, and love Helena. To follow me, and praise my eyes and face ?
Her. O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom And made your other love, Demetrius,
You thief of love! What! have you come by night, (Who even but now did spurn me with bis foot,) And stoln'n my love's heart from him ? To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare,
Fine, i'faith! Precious, celestial ? Wherefore speaks be this Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, To her he hates ? and wberefore doth Lysander
No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear Deny your love, so rich within his soul,
Impatient answers from my gentle tongue ? And tender me, forsooth, affection ;
Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet you ! But by your setting on, by your consent ?
Her. Puppet! why so?' Ay, that way goes the What though I be not so io grace as you,
game. So bung upon with love, so fortunate ;
Now I perceive that she hath nuade compare But miserable most, to love unlov'd ?
Between our statures, she hath urg'd her height; This you should pity, rather than despise.
And with her personage, her tall personage, Her. I understand not what you mean by this. Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.Hel. Ay, do, perséver, counterfeit sad looks, Ard are you grown so high in his esteem, Make rows upon me when I turn my back;
Because I am so dwarfish, and so low? Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up:
How low am I, thou painted maypole ? speak; This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. How low am I? I am not yet so low, If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. You would not make me such an argument.
Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, But, fare ye well: 'tis partly mine own fault;
Let Ler not hurt me: I was never curst, Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy. I have no gift at all in shrewishness;
Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; bear my excuse ; I am a right maid for my cowardice; My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!
J.et her not strike me : You, perhaps, may think, Hel. O excellent!
Because she's something lower than myself, Her.
Sweet, do not scorn lier so. That I can match ber. Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel.
Lower! hark again. Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she en. Hel. Good Hermia, do not be bitter with me. treat;
I evermore did love you, Hermia, Thy threats bave no more strength, than her weak Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you; prayers.
Save that, in love unto Demetrius, Helen, I love thee; by my life I do;
I told him of your stealth unto this wood : I swear by that which I will lose for thee, He follow'd you: for love, I follow'd him. To prove him false, that says I love thee not. But he hath chid me bence; and threaten'd ine Dem. I say, I love thee more than he can do. To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me 100 · Lys, If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. And now, so you will let me quiet go, Dem. Quick, come,
To Athens will I bear my folly back, Her.
Lysander, whereto tends all this? And follow you no further: Let me go : Lys, Away, you Ethiop!
You see how simple and how fond I am. Dem.
No, no, sir :- he will Her. Why, get you gone : Who is't that binders Seem to break loose ; take on, as you would follow;
you? But yet come not : You are a tame man. go!
Hel. A foolish heart that I leave here bebind.
Her. What, witb Lysander ?
At whose approach, gbosts, wandering here and llel.
there, Lys. Be not afraid : she shall not harm thee, Troop home to church yards : damned spirits all, Helena.
Tbat in cross-ways and floods have burial, Dem. No, sir; sbe shall not, though you take Already to their wormy beds are gone ; ber part.
For fear lest day should look their shames upon, Hel. O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd: They wilfully themselves exile from light, She was a vixen, when she went to school; And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night And, though she be but little, she is fierce.
Obo. But we are spirits of another sort : Her. Little again! nothing but low and little.- I with the morning's love bave oft made sport ; Why will you suffer ber to fout me thus ?
And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Let me come to her.
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Lys.
Get you gone, you dwarf ; Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, You minimus, of hind'ring knot-grass made ; Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams. You bead, you acorn.
But, notwithstanding, hasie; make no delay : Dem. You are too officious
We may effect this business yet ere day. In her bebalf that scorns your services.
[Erit OBERON. Let her alone ; speak not of Helena ;
Puck. Up and down, up and down ; Take not her part : for if thou dost intend
I will lead them up and down: Never so little show of love to her,
I am fear'd io field and town; Thou shalt aby it.
Goblin, lead them up and down. Lys.
Now she holds me not; Here comes one. Nox follow ! if thou dar'st, to try whose right,
Enter LYSANDER. Or thine or mine, is most in Helena. Dem. Follow ! nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak jole.
(Ereunt Lys. and Dem. Hler. You, mistress, all this coil is long of you : Puck. Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where Nay, go not back.
art thou ? Hel. I will not trust you, I;
Lys. I will be with thee straight. Nor longer stay in your curst company.
Follow me tben Your bands, than mine, are quicker for a fray; To plainer ground. My legs are longer though, to run away. [Exit.
[Exit Lys. as following the voice. Her. I am amaz’d, and know not what to say [Exit, pursuing Helena.
Enter DEMETRIUS. Obe. This is tby negligence; still thou mistak'st,
Dein. Or else commit'st thy knaveries wilfully.
Lysander! speak again. Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled?
Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy Did not you tell me, I should know the man
bead? By the Athenian garments be bad on?
Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the And so far blameless proves my enterprise,
stars, That I have anointed an Athenian's eyes :
Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, And so far am I glad it so did sort,
And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou As this their jangling. I esteem a sport. Obe. Thon seest, these lovers seek a place to I'II wbip thee with a rod : He is defild, fight:
That draws a sword on thee. Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
Dem. The starry welkin cover thou abon
Yea; art thou there?
Puck. Follow my voice ; we'll try no manhood With drooping fog, as black as Acheron;
Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on; And sometime rail tbou like Demetrius ;
When I come wbere be calls, tben he is gone, And from each otber look thou lead them thus,
The villain is much lighter beeld than 1 Till o'er tbeir brows death-counterfeiting sleep I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly; With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep: That fallen am I in dark uneven way, Then crush this berb into Lysander's eye; And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day ! Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
[Lies doun, To take from thence all error, with his might, For if but once thou show me thy gray light, And make bis eye. balls roll with wonted sight. I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. (Sleeps. When they next wake, all this derision Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision;
Re-enter Puck and DEMETRIUS. And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, With league, whose date ull death shall never end. Puck. Ho, ho! bo, ho! Coward, why com'st While I in this affair do thee employ,
thou not? I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy;
Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well I wot, And then I will ber charmed eye release
Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place; From monster's view, and all things shall be peace. And dar’st not stand, nor look me in the face: Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with Where art thou ? haste;
Come hither; I am here. for night's swift dragon's cut the clouds full fast, Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou Shalt And yoader sbines Aurora's harbinger,
buy this dear