ACT IV. SCENE I.-The same. Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM, Fairies attending; OBERON behind unseen. Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, Peas. Ready. Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.-Where's monsieur Cobweb? Cob. Ready. Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a redhipped humble-bee 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 would be loath to have you overflown with a honey-bag, signior.-Where's monsieur Mustard-seed? Must. Ready. Bot. Give me your neif,8 monsieur Mustardseed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur. Must. What's your will? Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy 8 Fist. 7 Stroke. about the face: and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. Tita. What, wilt thou hear some musick, my sweet love? Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in musick: let us have the tongs and the bones. Tita. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desir'st 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. Tita. 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 peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. my arms. Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee! [They sleep. See'st thou this OBERON advances. Enter PUCK. Obe. Welcome, good Robin. sweet sight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity. Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, [Touching her eyes with an herb. See, as thou wast wont to see: Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower seen Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. Tita. ! How came these things to pass? O, how mine eyes do loath his visage now! Obe. Silence, a while.-Robin, take off this head. Titania, musick call; and strike more dead Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own fool's eyes peep. Obe. Sound, music. [Still musick.] Come, my queen, take hands with me, And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly, There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Puck. Fairy king, attend, and mark, Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, Tita. Come, my lord; and in our flight, With these mortals, on the ground. [Exeunt, Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train. We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, Of hounds and echo in conjunction. Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear 9 Forepart. Such gallant chiding!; for, besides the groves, The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd 2, so sanded; and their heads are hung Judge, when you hear. But, soft; what nymphs are these? Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep : And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is; This Helena, old Nedar's Helena: I wonder of their being here together. - The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe The rite of May; and, hearing our intent, Came here in grace of our solemnity. – But, speak, Egeus: is not this the day That Hermia should give answer of her choice? Ege. It is my lord. The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns. Horns, and shout within. DEMEtrius, Lysander, HERMIA, and HELENA, wake and start up. The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past; Begin these wood-birds but to couple now? 1 Sound. 2 The flews are the large chaps of a hound. |