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Would so offend a virgin ; and extort
Н. A poor soul's patience, ali to make you sport. I sco Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius ; be not
80; For you love Hermia ; this, you know, I know : To fa And bere, with all good will, with all my And beart,
(Wb in Hermia's love 1 yield you up my part; And your's of Helena to me bequeath,
То с W bom I do love, and will do to my death. Prec Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle Toh breath.
Den Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia ; I will And none :
But If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.
Wha My heart with her but, as guest-wise, 80- So b journ'd;
But And now to Helen is it home return'd,
Lys. Helen, it is not so.
If yo Enter HERMI.
You Her. Dark Dight, that from the eye his func-Whi tion takes,
Hele Her. What love could press Lysander from
H The bate I bare thee made me leave thee so?
1 Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot D be.
in e: Though I alone do feel the injury.
And • Pay dearly for it.
+ Circles. : Ingenious.
I did upbraid her, and fall out with her :
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan For she his hairy temples then had rounded
kind, With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers ; So few'd, so sanded ; and their heads are And that same dew, which sometime on the hung buds
With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, Crook-kuee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian Stood now within the pretty flourets' eyes,
bulls; Like tears, that did their own disgrace be wail. Slow in pursuit, but matcb'd in mouth like When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her,
bells, And she, in mild terms, begg'd my patience, Each under each. A cry more tuneable I then did ask of her her cbangeling child ; Was never bolla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, Which straigbt she gave me, and ber fairy sent In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : To bear hiu to my bower in fairy land. Judge, when you hear.-But, soft ; what nympbs And now I have the boy, I will undo
are these ? This hateful imperfection of her eyes.
Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
asleep : From off the head of this Athenian swain; And this, Lysander : this Demetrius is ; That he awaking when the other do,
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena : May all to Athens back again repair ;
I wonder of their being here together. And think no more of this night's accidents, The. No doubt, they rose up early to observe But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
The rite of May ; and, bearing our intent,
Came here in grace of our solemnity.-
But, speak, Egeus ; is not this the day
Ege. It is, my lord.
The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with
their horns. Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen. Tita. My Oberon ! what visious have I seen!
Horns, and shout within. DEMETRIUS, Lr. Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass.
SANDER, HERMIA, and HELENA, wake and
start up. Obe. There lies your love. Tita. How came these things to pass ?
The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine Ob ! how mine eyes do loath his visage now! Obe. Silence, a while.--Robin, take off this Begin these wood-birds but to couple now ! bead.
Lys. Pardon, my lord. Titania, music call ; and strike more dead
(He and the rest kneel to THESEUS. Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. The. I pray you all, stand up. Tita. Masic, hol music ; sucb as charmeth I know you are two rival enemies ; sleep.
How comes this gentle concord in the world, Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own That batred is so far from jealousy, fool's eyes peep.
To sleep by bate and fear no enmity? Obe. Sound, music. (Still Musie.] Come, my Lys. My lord, I shall reply amazedly, queen, take hands with me,
Half 'sleep, balf waking : But as yet, I swear, And rock the ground whereon those sleepers ! cannot truly say how I came here : be.
But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,Nov thou and I are new in amity;
And now I do bethink me, so it is ;) And will, to-morrow midnigbt, solemnly,
I came with Hermia hither : our intent Dance in duke Theseus' house triumpbantly, Was, to be gone from Athens, where we might And bless it to all fair posterity :
be There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Without the peril of the Athenian law. Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.
Ege. Enough, enough, my lord ; you have Puck. Fairy king, altend, and mark;
I beg the law, the law upon his head.-
Thereby to have defeated you and me :
You, of your wife ; and me, of my consent ;
Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their
(Ereunt. And I in fury hither foliow'd them ;
But, my good lord, I wot not by what power, Enter Theseus, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and (But by some power it is,) my love to Hermia train.
Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now
Which in my childhood I did dote upon :
And all the faith, the virtue of my heail, My love shall hear the music of my hounds.- The object, and the pleasure of mine eye L'acouple in the western valley ; go :
Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
Was I betrotli'd ere I saw Hernia :
But, as in health, come to my natural laste, of bounds and ecbo in conjunction.
Now do I wish it, love it, long for it, Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, And will for evermore be true to it. once,
The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear of tbis discourse we more will litar anon.with bounds of Sparta : never did I bear Egeus, I will overbear your will; Sarh gallant cbiding ; + for, besides the groves, For in the temple, by and hy with us, The skies, the fountains, every region near These couples shall eternally be kuit. Srem'd all one mutual cry : I never heard And, for the morning now is comietbing worn, Su musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
• The fews are the large chape of a boond, • Forepart.
Puck. Here, villain ; drawn and ready. Where
Puck. Follow me then
(Exit Lys. as following the voice.
And The villain is much lighter herl'd than 1:
Bol. I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly ;
Peas. That fallen am I in dark oneven way,
Bot. Aud here will rest me. Come, tbou gentle day! monsieu
(Lies down. C'ob. For if but once thou show me thy gray ligbt,
Bot I'll find Deu:etrius, and revenge this spite.
your we [Sleeps.
good and Re-enter Puck and DEMETRIUS. Puck. Ho, bo ! ho, ho ! Coward, why com'st and, gou thou not?
break n Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st : for well I
sieur M wot, Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place ;
Must And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face.
Bot. Where art thou ?
seed. Puck. Come hither ; I am here.
Must Dem. Nay, theii thou mock'st me. Thou shalt
Bot. buy this dear, If ever I thy face by day-light see :
barber Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me
vellous To measure out my length on this cold bed.
tender By day's approach look to be visited. (Lies down and sleeps.
Bot. Abate thy bours : shine comforts, from the let us E east ;
Bot. Apd, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's your & eye,
desire Steal me awhile from mine own company.
hath no Sleeps.
people Thus to make poor females mad.
with So doti briers,
Obe. Sieep sound : l'll apply
Her de To your eye,
For me Gentle laver remedy.
Seeking (Squeezing the juice on
To ease the anguish of a torturing hour ? I read as much, as from the rattling tongue
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Love, therefore, and tougue-lied simplicity,
Enter PHILOSTRATB. guile?
Philost. So please your grace the prologue is The lazy tiine, if not with some delight?
(Flourish of Trumpets, Make choice of which your highness will see first. (Giving a paper.
Enter PROLOGUE. The. (Reads.) The battle with the centaurs, Prol. If we offend, it is with our good to be sung,
will, By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.
That you should think, we come not to of. We'll none of that : that have I told my love,
Jend, 18 glory of my kinsman Hercules.
But with good will. To show our simple The riol of the tipsy Bacchanals,
skill, Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage. Thut is the true beginning of our end. That is an old device ; and it was play'd Consider then, we come but in despite, When I from Thebes came last a conqueror. We do not come as minding to content you, The thrice three Muses mourning for the Our true intent is. All for your delight, death
We are not here. Thut you should here of learning, late deceas'd in beggary.
repent you, That is some satire, keen, and critical,
The actors are al hand ; and, by their sholt, Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.
You shall know all, that you are like to A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus,
knou. And his love Thisbe ; very tragical mirth. The. This fellow doth not stand upon points. Merry and tragical? Tedious and brief?
Lys. He hath rid his prologue, like a rough That is, hot ice, and wonderous strange show. colt, he knows not the stop. A good moral, my How shall we find the concord of this discord ? lord : It is not enough to speak, but lo speak Philost. A play there is, my lord, some ten true. words long;
Hip. Indeed he hath played on this prologue, Which is as brief as I have known a play ; like a child on a recorder ; t a sound, but uot Bat by ten words, my lord, it is too long; in govejninent. Which makes it tedious : for in all the play The. His speech was like a tangled chain; There is not one word apt, one player fitted. nothing impaired, but all disordered. Who is And tragical, my noble lord, it is ;
next? For Pyramus therein doth kill himself. Whicle, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess, Enter PYRAMUS and THISBE, WALL, MOONMade mine eyes water ; but more mery tears SHINE, and Lion, as in dumb show. The passion of loud laughter vever shed.
Prol. “Gentles, perchance, you wonder at The. What are tbey, that do play it?
this show ; Philost. Hard-handed men, that work in “But wonder on, till truth make all things Athens bere,
plain. Which never laboured in their minds till now; “ This man is Pyramus, if you would know ; Aud DOW bave toil'd their unbreath'd I me- “ This beauteous lady Thisby is, certain. inories
“ This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth preWith this same play, against your nuptial.
sent Tue. And we will hear it.
“ Wall, that vile wall which did these lovers Philost. No, my noble lord,
sunder; It is not for you: I have heard it over,
“ And through wall's chink, poor souls they are And it is nothing, nothing in the world ;
content Caless you can find sport in their intents,
“To whisper ; at the which let no man wonExtremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain,
der. To do you service.
“ This man, with lantern, dog, and bush of The. I will bear that play ;
thoro, For bever auy thing can be amiss,
“ Presenteth moonshine: for, if you will W ben simpleness and duty tender it.
know, Go, bring them in :-aud take your places, By moonshipe did these lovers think no scoru ladies.
[Exit PHILOSTRATE. “ To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to Hip. I love not to see wretchedness o'er
“ This grisly beast, which by name lion bicht, And Haly in his service perishing.
The trusty Thisby, coming tiist by night, The. Wby, gentle sweet, you shall see no "Did scare away, or rather did affright: such thing.
“ And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall ; Hiy. He says, they can do nothing in this “ Which lion vile with bloody mouth did kind.
stain : The. The kinder we, to give them thanks for “ Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, nothing.
“ And finds bis trusty Thisby's mantle slain : Our sport shall be, to take what they mistake : “ Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful And what poor duty cannot do,
blade, Noble respect takes it in might, not merit.
“ He bravely broach'd bis boiling bloudy bere i bave come, great clerho have purposed
breast; 1 grtet me with preineditated welcomes;
“ And, Thishy tarrying in mulberry shade bere I have seen them shiver and look pale, “ His dag er drew, and died. For all the Make periods in the midst of sentences,
rert, I brottle their practis'd accent in their fears, " Let lion, moonshine, wall, and lovers twain, 1, in conclusion, dumbly have broke off,
" At large discourse, wbile here they do repaying me a welcome : Trust me, sweet,
main." Otell this silence, yet, I pick'd a welcome;
(Earunt PROLOGUE, THISBE, Lion, and ased in the modesty or fearful duty
Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar,
Puck. If we shadows have offended, Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Think but this, (and all is mended) Despised in nativity,
That you have but slumber'd kere, Shail upon their children be.
While these visions did appear. With this field-dew consecrate,
And this ueak and idle theme, Every fairy take bis gait; +
No more yielding but a dream, And rach several chainber bless,
Gentles, do not reprehend; Through this palace with sweet peace :
If you pardon, we'uill mend. E'er shall it in safety rest,
And, as I'm an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's torgue,
We will make amends ere long :
Else the Puck a liar call.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore drvends, • Portentous. Was.