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Fairies away :

And never,

And waren in their mirth, and necze and swear Tita.

Set your heart at rest, A merrier hour was never wasted there.

The fairy land buys not the child of me. But room, Faery, here comes Oberon.

Ilis mother was a vot'ress of my order : Fai. And here my mistress : -- Would that he And, in the spiced Indian air, by night, were gone!

Full often hath she gossip'd by iny sille ;

And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sinds, SCENE II. Enter Oberon, at one dvor, with his Marking the embarked traders on the food; train, and TITANIA, at another, with hers.

When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, Obe. Ill met by moon-light, proud Titania. And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind :

Tita. What, jealous Oberon ? Fairy, skip hence; | Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait, I have forsworn his bed and company.

Following (her womb, then rich with my young Obe. Tarry, raslı wanton ; Am not I try lori ?

squire,)
Tita. Then I must be thy laily: But I know Would imitate ; and sail upon the land,
When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land, To fetch me trities, and return again,
And in the shape of Corin sat all day,

As from a voyage, rich with merchandize,
Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love

But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,

And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy : Come froin the farthest steep of India ?

And, for her sake, I will not part with him. But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,

Obe. How long within this wood intend you stay? Your buskin’d mistress, and your warrior love, Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day, To Theseus must be wedded ; and you como If you will patiently darce in our round, To give their bed joy and prosperity.

And see our moonlight revels, go with us; Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania, If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,

Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ?

Tita. Not for thy kingdom.
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night We shall chide down-right, if I longer stay.
From Perigenia, whom he ravished ?

[Ereunt Titania and her train. And make him with fair Æglé break his faith, Obe. Well, go thy way : thou shalt not from this With Ariadne, and Antiopa?

grove, Tila. These are the forgeries of jealousy: Till I torment thee for this injury.

since the middle summer's spring, My gentle Puck, come bither : Thou rem, mbur'st Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,

Since once I sat upon a promontory, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,

And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's Lack, Or on the beached margent of the sea,

Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, av dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, That the rude sea grew civil at her

song ; But with thy brawls thou hast disturb’d our sport. And certain stars shot madly from their sphe:is, Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,

To hear the sea-maid's musick. As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea

Puck

I remember. Contagious fogs; which falling in the land,

Obe. That very time I saw, (but thou could'st not,) Have every pelting river made so proud,

Flying between the cold moon and the earth, That they have overborne their continents :

Cupid all arın'd: a certain aim he took The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in var, At a fair vestal, throned by the west; The ploughman lost his sweat ; and the green corn And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from luis bow, Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard :

As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts: The fold stands empty in the drowned field, But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat’ry inoon; The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud; And the imperial vot’ress passed on, And the quaint mazes in the wanton green,

In maiden meditation, fancy-free. For lack of tread, are undistinguishable;

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : The human mortals want their winter here;

It fell upon a little western flower, No night is now with hymn or carol West : Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound, Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,

And maidens call it love-in-idleness. Pale in her anger, washes all the air,

Fetch me that flower; the herb, I show'd thee once; That rheumatick diseases do abound :

The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids inid, And thorough this distemperature, we see

Will make or man or woman madly dote The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts

Upon the next live creature that it sees. Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose;

Fetch me this herb: and be thou here again, And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown,

Ere the leviathan can swim a league. An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds

Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the carth Is, as in mockery, set : The spring, the summer, In forty minutes.

[Erit Puck. The childing autumn, angry winter, change

Obe.

Ilaving once this juice,
Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world, I'll watch Titania when slie is asleep,
By their increase, now knows not which is which : And drop the liquor of it in her eyes :
And this same progeny of evils comes

The next thing then she waking looks upon,
From our debate, from our dissension;

(Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or buil, We are their parents and original.

On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,) Obe. Do you amend it then: it lies in you : She shall pursue it with the soul of love. Why should Titania cross her Oberon ?

And ere I take this charm off from her sight, I do but beg a little changeling boy,

(As I can take it, with another herb,) To be my henchman.

I'll make her render up her page to me.

But who comes liere? I am invisible;

I know a bank whereon the wild thyme biors, And I will over-hear their conference.

Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA following hini.

Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine,

With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine : Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. There sleeps Titania, some time of the night, Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia ?

Lullid in these flowers with dances and delight; The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me.

And there the snake throws her enamellid skin, Thou told'st me, they were stol'n into this wood. Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in: And here am I, and wood within this wood, And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes, Because I cannot meet with Hermia.

And make her full of hateful fantasies. Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove:

Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; A sweet Athenian lady is in love But yet you draw not iron, for my heart

With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;
Is true as steel : Leave you your power to draw, But do it, when the next thing he espies
And I shall have no power to follow you.

May be the lady: Thou shalt know the man
Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair ? By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth

Effect it with some care ; that he may prove
Tell you — I do not, nor I cannot love you ? More fond on her, than she upon her love :

Hel. And even for that do I love you the more. And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,

Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so. The more you beat me, I will fawn on you :

(Excurit. C'se me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,

SCENE III. - Another part of the Wood. Unworthy as I am, to follow you.

Enter TITANIA, with her train. What worser place can I beg in your love,

Tita. Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song; (And yet a place of high respect with me,) Than to be used as you use your dog ?

Then, for the third part of a minute, hence ;

Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds; Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings, For I am sick, when I do look on thee. Hel. And I am sick, when I look not on you.

To make my small elves coats; and some, keep back

The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders Dem. You do impeach your modesty too much,

At our quaint spirits : Sing me now asleep;
To leave the city, and commit yourself
Into the liands of one that loves you not ;

Then to your offices, and let me rest.
To trust the opportunity of night,

SONG.
And the ill counsel of a desert place,
With the rich worth of your virginity.

I.
Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.

1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue, It is not night, when I do see your face,

Thorny hedge-hogs, be nol seen; Therefore I think I am not in the night:

Neuts, and blind-worms, do no wrong ; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company;

Comie not near our fairy queen :
For you, in my respect, are all the world:
Then how can it be said, I am alone,

Philomel, with melody,
When all the world is here to look on me?

Sing in our sweet lullaby ; Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes,

Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulia, lulla, lullaby ; And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.

Never harm, nor spell nor charm, He. The wildest hath not such a heart as you.

Come our lovely lady nigh;
Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd;

So, good night, with lullaby.
Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;
The dove pursues the griffin ; the mild hind

II.
Makes speed to catch the tiger : Bootless speed ! 2 Fai. Weaving spiders, come not here :
When cowardice pursues, and valour flies.

Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence: Dem. I will not stay thy questions; let me go:

Beetles black, approach not near ; Or, if thou follow me, do not believe

Worm, nor snuil, do no offence. But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.

He. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, You do me mischief. Fye, Demetrius !

Phuomel, with melody, &c. Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex :

2 Far. Hence, away; now all is well : We cannot fight for love, as men may do :

One, aloof, stand sentine). We should be woo’d, and were not made to woo.

[Exeunt Fairies.

TITANIA sleeps. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,

Enter OBERON. To die upon the hand I love so well.

(Ereunt Dem. and Hel. Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave

(Squeezes the flower on Titania's eye-lids

Do it for thy true-love take;
Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love. Love and languish for his sake;

Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
Re-enter Puck.

Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
Ilast thou the flower there? Welcome wanderer. In thy eye that shall appear
Puck. Ay, there it is.

When thou wak'st, it is thy dear; Obe.

Erit. I pray thee, give it me. Wake, when some vile thing is near.

CHORUS.

CHORUS.

this grove,

Enter LYSANDER and IIERMIA.

No, no, I am as ugly as a bear ; Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the

For beasts that meet me, run away for fear : wood;

Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius And to speak troth, I have forgot our way ;

Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus. We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,

What wicked and dissembling glass of mine And tarry for the comfort of the day.

Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne? Her. Be it so, Lysander, find you out a bed,

But who is herc? - Lysander ! on the ground !

Dead ? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound !.
For I upon this bank will rest my head.
Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;

Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth.

Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy swect Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art,

sake.

iyaking. Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence ;

That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart,

Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word
Love takes the meaning, in love's conference.
I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit;

Is that vile name, to perish on my sword ?

Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so:
So that but one heart we can make of it:
Two bosoms interchained with an outh;

What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what
So then, two bosoms, and a single troth.

though? Then, by your side no bed-room me deny;

Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content. For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.

Lys. Content with Hermia ? No: I do

repetit Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :

The tedious minutes I with her have spent. Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,

Not Hermia, but Helena I love : If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied.

Who will not change a raven for a dove? But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy

The will of man is by his reason sway'd : Lie further off'; in human modesty

And reason says you are the worthier maid. Such separation, as, may well be said,

Things growing are not ripe until their season; Becomes a virtuous bactrelor and a maid :

So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason ; So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend :

And touching now the point of human skill,

Reason becomes the marshal to my will,
Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end !
Lys. Amen, Amen, to that fair prayer, say I;

And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook
And then end life, when I end loyalty !

Love's stories, written in love's richest book. Here is my bed : Sleep give thee all his rest!

Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be

born ? press'd!

[They sleep

When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn ?

Is't not enough, is't not agh, young man,
Enter Puck.

'That I did never, no, nor never can, Puck. Through the forest have I gone,

Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
But Athenian found I none,

But you must flout my insufficiency?
On whose eyes I might approve

Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,
This flower's force in stirring love.

In such disdainful manner me to woo.
Night and silence! who is here?

But fare you well : perforce I must confess,
Weeds of Athens he doth wear :

I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
This is he, my master said,

O, that a lady, of one man refus’d,
Despised the Athenian maid ;

Should, of another, therefore be abus'd ! [Exit.
And here the maiden, sleeping sound, Lys. She sees not Hermia: – Hermia, sleep
On the dank and dirty ground.

thou there;
Pretty soul! she durst not lie

And never may'st thou come Lysander near!
Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy.

For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw

The deepest loathing to the stomach brings;
All the power this charm doth owe: Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
When thou wak'st, let love forbid

Are hated most of those they did deceive;
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.

So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,
So awake, when I am gone;

Of all be hated; but the most of me!
For I must now to Oberon. (Exit. And all my powers, address your love and might,

To honour Helen, and to be her knight! (Edit,
Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running.

Her. [starting.] Help me, Lysander, belp me! Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Deme

do thy best, trius.

To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast ! Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt Ah me, for pity! - what a dream was here? me thus.

Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear!
Hel. O, wilt thou darkling leave me ? do not so. Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go. And you, sat smiling at his cruel prey :-

[Erit DEMETRIUS. Lysander! what, remov'd ? Lysander ! lord !
Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase ! What, out of hearing ? gone ? no sound, no word ?
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear ;
Happy is Hermia, whereso'er she lies;

Speak, of all loves; I swoon almost with fear.
For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.

No ? — then I well perceive you are not nigh : How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears: Either death, or you, I'll find immediately. | Erit If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.

ACT III.

SCENE I. - The same.

of thorns and a lantern, and say, he comes to disThe Queen of Fairies figure, or w present, the person of moon-shine. lying asleep.

Then, there is another thing: we must have a · Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, Snout, and wall in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby, STARVELING.

says the story, did talk through the chink of a wall.

Snug. You never can bring in a wall. What Bot. Are we all met ?

say you, Bottom? Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous conve- But. Some man or other must present wall : and nient place for our rehearsal: This green plot shall | let him have some plaster, or some lome, or some be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring-house; rough-cast about him, to signify wall ; or let him and we will do it in action, as we will do it before hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall the duke.

Pyramus and Thisby whisper. Bot. Peter Quince,

Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom ? sit down, every mother's son, and rehearse your

Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus parts. Pyramus, you begin : when you have spoken and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus your speech, enter into that brake ; and so every must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies one according to his cue. cannot abide. How answer you that ? Snout. By’rlakin, a parlous fear.

Enter Puck behind. Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swagwhen all is done.

gering here, Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all So near the cradle of the fairy queen ? well. Write me a prologue: and let the prologue | What, a play toward ? I'll be an auditor ; seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords : An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause. and that Pyramus is not killed indeed : and, for the Quin. Speak, Pyramus : — Thisby, stand forth. more better assurance, tell them, that I Pyramus am Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet, not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver : This will

Quin. Odours, odours. put them out of fear,

Pyr.

odours savours sweet : Quin. Well, we will have such a prologut and So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear. it shall be written in eight and six.

But, hark, a voice! stay thou but here a while, Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in And by and by I will to thee appear. [Erit. eight and eight.

Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here! Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion ?

[ Aside. - Erit. Star. I fear it, I promise you.

This. Must I speak now? Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with your- Quin. Ay, marry, must you : for you must unselves : to bring in, God shield us! a lion among derstand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, ladies, is a most dreadful thing : for there is not a and is to come again. more fearful wild-fowl than your lion, living ; and This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily white of hue, we ought to look to it.

Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell, he Most brisky juvenal, und eke most lovely Jew, is not a lion,

As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire, Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. face must be seen through the lion's neck; and he Quin. Ninus' tomb, man : Why you must not himself must speak through, saying thus, or to the speak that yet ; that you answer to Pyramus : you same defect, – Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish speak all your part at once, cues and all. — Pyramus you, or, I would request you, or, I would entreat enter; your cue is past; it is, never tire. you, not to fear, not to tremble : my life for yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of

Re-enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass's head. my life: No, I am no such thing ; I am a man as This. 0, - As true as truest horse, that yet woulu other men are: and there, indeed, let him name his name ; and tell them plainly, he is Snug the Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine :joiner.

Quin. O monstrous ! O strange! we are haunted. Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard Pray, masters ! fly, masters ! help! things; that is, to bring the moon-light into a

[Ereunt Clowns. chamber : for you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a by moon-light.

round, Snug. Doth the moon shine that night we play Through bog, through bush, through brake, our play?

through brier; Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the alma- Sometime a horse I'H be, sometime a hound, nack; find out moon-shine, find out moon-shine. A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire ; Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.

And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of the Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. great chamber-window, where we play, open i and

[Erit. the moon may shine in at the casement.

Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush of them, to make me afeard.

never tire.

vour own:

you ?

man?

you, sir?

Re-enter SXOUT.

To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes :

Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I

1 Fui. Hlail, mortal! see on thee?

2 Fai. Hail! Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's head of

3 lai. Hail! Do

4 Foi. Iail ! Re-enter QUINCE.

Bol. I cry your worship’s mercy, heartily. - I Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art

beseech, your worship's name. translated.

Cob. Cobweb. [Erit.

Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, Bot. I see their knavery : this is to make an ass of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not good master Cobweb : If I cut my finger, I shali

make bold with you. Your name, honest gentlestir from this place, do what they can : I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall lear I am not afraid.

[Sings.

Peas. Peas-blossom.

Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash, The ou sel-cock, so black of hue,

your mother, and to master Peas-cod, your father. With orange-lawney bill,

Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire you of The throstle with his note so true's

more acquaintance too. - Your name, I beseech The wren with little quill ; Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery Mus. Mustard-seed. bed?

[Waking

Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your

patience well : that same cowardly, giant-like oxBol. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,

beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your The plain-song cuckvo gray,

house : I promise you, your kindred hath made my Whose note full many a man doth mark, And dares not answer, nay;

eyes water ere now. I desire you more acquaint

ance, good master Mustard-seed. for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a

Tita. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bird ? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry

bower. cuckoo, never so?

The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again : And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy nota

Lamenting some enforced chastity, So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;

Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me,

(Ereun.. On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little

SCENE II. - Another part of the Wood. reason for that : And yet, to say the truth, reason

Enter OBERON. and love keep little company together now-a-days : The more the pity, that some honest neighbours Then, what it was that next came in her eye,

Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd; will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleck upon Which she must dote on in extremity. occasion. Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.

Enter Puck. Bot. Not so, neither : but if I had wit enough Here comes my messenger.

- How now, mad spiriti to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve What night-rule now about this haunted grove ? mine own turn.

Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love, Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go;

Near to her close and consecrated bower, Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. While she was in her dull and sleeping hour, I am a spirit, of no common rate;

A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
The summer still doth tend upon my state,

That work for tread upon Athenian stalls,
And I do love thee : therefore, go with me; Were met together to rehearse a play,
I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee;

Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,

The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep. Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so,

Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake:
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.

When I did him at this advantage take,
Peas-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-seed! An ass's nowl I fixed on his head;

Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,
Enter four Fairies.

And forth my mimick comes : When they him spy, 1 Fai. Ready

As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, 2 Fai. And I.

Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, 3 Fai. And I.

Rising and cawing at the gun's report 4 Fai.

Where shall we go? Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;
Tila. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; So at his sight, away his fellows fly:
Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;

And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; Feed him with apricocks, and dewberries ;

He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus The honey bags steal from the humble-bees,

strong, And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs, Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; To have my love to bed, and to arise ;

Sorne slceves ; soms, hats : from yielders all things And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,

atch.

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