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A Midsummer Night's Dream

ACT I

SCENE I. Athens. The palace of THESEUS.

THESEUSNow, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
Draws on apace; four happy days bring in
Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow
This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 5Like to a step-dame or a dowager
Long withering out a young man revenue.
HIPPOLYTAFour days will quickly steep themselves in night;
Four nights will quickly dream away the time;
And then the moon, like to a silver bow
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 10New-bent in heaven, shall behold the night
Of our solemnities.
THESEUSGo, Philostrate,
Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 15Turn melancholy forth to funerals;
The pale companion is not for our pomp.
Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,
And won thy love, doing thee injuries;
But I will wed thee in another key,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 20With pomp, with triumph and with revelling.
EGEUSHappy be Theseus, our renowned duke!
THESEUSThanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee?
EGEUSFull of vexation come I, with complaint
Against my child, my daughter Hermia.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 25Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord,
This man hath my consent to marry her.
Stand forth, Lysander: and my gracious duke,
This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child;
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 30And interchanged love-tokens with my child:
Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung,
With feigning voice verses of feigning love,
And stolen the impression of her fantasy
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 35Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers
Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth:
With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart,
Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me,
To stubborn harshness: and, my gracious duke,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 40Be it so she; will not here before your grace
Consent to marry with Demetrius,
I beg the ancient privilege of Athens,
As she is mine, I may dispose of her:
Which shall be either to this gentleman
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 45Or to her death, according to our law
Immediately provided in that case.
THESEUSWhat say you, Hermia? be advised fair maid:
To you your father should be as a god;
One that composed your beauties, yea, and one
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 50To whom you are but as a form in wax
By him imprinted and within his power
To leave the figure or disfigure it.
Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.
HERMIASo is Lysander.
THESEUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 55In himself he is;
But in this kind, wanting your father's voice,
The other must be held the worthier.
HERMIAI would my father look'd but with my eyes.
THESEUSRather your eyes must with his judgment look.
HERMIAAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 60I do entreat your grace to pardon me.
I know not by what power I am made bold,
Nor how it may concern my modesty,
In such a presence here to plead my thoughts;
But I beseech your grace that I may know
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 65The worst that may befall me in this case,
If I refuse to wed Demetrius.
THESEUSEither to die the death or to abjure
For ever the society of men.
Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 70Know of your youth, examine well your blood,
Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,
You can endure the livery of a nun,
For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,
To live a barren sister all your life,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 75Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood,
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage;
But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd,
Than that which withering on the virgin thorn
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 80Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.
HERMIASo will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,
Ere I will my virgin patent up
Unto his lordship, whose unwished yoke
My soul consents not to give sovereignty.
THESEUSAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 85Take time to pause; and, by the nest new moon —
The sealing-day betwixt my love and me,
For everlasting bond of fellowship —
Upon that day either prepare to die
For disobedience to your father's will,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 90Or else to wed Demetrius, as he would;
Or on Diana's altar to protest
For aye austerity and single life.
DEMETRIUSRelent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield
Thy crazed title to my certain right.
LYSANDERAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 95You have her father's love, Demetrius;
Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.
EGEUSScornful Lysander! true, he hath my love,
And what is mine my love shall render him.
And she is mine, and all my right of her
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 100I do estate unto Demetrius.
LYSANDERI am, my lord, as well derived as he,
As well possess'd; my love is more than his;
My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd,
If not with vantage, as Demetrius';
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 105And, which is more than all these boasts can be,
I am beloved of beauteous Hermia:
Why should not I then prosecute my right?
Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,
Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 110And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes,
Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.
THESEUSI must confess that I have heard so much,
And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof;
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 115But, being over-full of self-affairs,
My mind did lose it. But, Demetrius, come;
And come, Egeus; you shall go with me,
I have some private schooling for you both.
For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 120To fit your fancies to your father's will;
Or else the law of Athens yields you up —
Which by no means we may extenuate —
To death, or to a vow of single life.
Come, my Hippolyta: what cheer, my love?
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 125Demetrius and Egeus, go along:
I must employ you in some business
Against our nuptial and confer with you
Of something nearly that concerns yourselves.
EGEUSWith duty and desire we follow you.
LYSANDERAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 130How now, my love! why is your cheek so pale?
How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
HERMIABelike for want of rain, which I could well
Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.
LYSANDERAy me! for aught that I could ever read,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 135Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth;
But, either it was different in blood, —
HERMIAO cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low.
LYSANDEROr else misgraffed in respect of years, —
HERMIAAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 140O spite! too old to be engaged to young.
LYSANDEROr else it stood upon the choice of friends, —
HERMIAO hell! to choose love by another's eyes.
LYSANDEROr, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 145Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 150The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.
HERMIAIf then true lovers have been ever cross'd,
It stands as an edict in destiny:
Then let us teach our trial patience,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 155Because it is a customary cross,
As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs,
Wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers.
LYSANDERA good persuasion: therefore, hear me, Hermia.
I have a widow aunt, a dowager
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 160Of great revenue, and she hath no child:
From Athens is her house remote seven leagues;
And she respects me as her only son.
There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee;
And to that place the sharp Athenian law
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 165Cannot pursue us. If thou lovest me then,
Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night;
And in the wood, a league without the town,
Where I did meet thee once with Helena,
To do observance to a morn of May,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 170There will I stay for thee.
HERMIAMy good Lysander!
I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow,
By his best arrow with the golden head,
By the simplicity of Venus' doves,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 175By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves,
And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen,
When the false Troyan under sail was seen,
By all the vows that ever men have broke,
In number more than ever women spoke,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 180In that same place thou hast appointed me,
To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.
LYSANDERKeep promise, love. Look, here comes Helena.
HERMIAGod speed fair Helena! whither away?
HELENACall you me fair? that fair again unsay.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 185Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair!
Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet air
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.
Sickness is catching: O, were favour so,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 190Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;
My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,
My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
The rest I'd give to be to you translated.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 195O, teach me how you look, and with what art
You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.
HERMIAI frown upon him, yet he loves me still.
HELENAO that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!
HERMIAI give him curses, yet he gives me love.
HELENAAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 200O that my prayers could such affection move!
HERMIAThe more I hate, the more he follows me.
HELENAThe more I love, the more he hateth me.
HERMIAHis folly, Helena, is no fault of mine.
HELENANone, but your beauty: would that fault were mine!
HERMIAAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 205Take comfort: he no more shall see my face;
Lysander and myself will fly this place.
Before the time I did Lysander see,
Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 210That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!
LYSANDERHelen, to you our minds we will unfold:
To-morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold
Her silver visage in the watery glass,
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 215A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal,
Through Athens' gates have we devised to steal.
HERMIAAnd in the wood, where often you and I
Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie,
Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 220There my Lysander and myself shall meet;
And thence from Athens turn away our eyes,
To seek new friends and stranger companies.
Farewell, sweet playfellow: pray thou for us;
And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius!
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 225Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight
From lovers' food till morrow deep midnight.
LYSANDERI will, my Hermia.
Helena, adieu:
As you on him, Demetrius dote on you!
HELENAAct 1 Sc 1 Ln 230How happy some o'er other some can be!
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;
He will not know what all but he do know:
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 235So I, admiring of his qualities:
Things base and vile, folding no quantity,
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:
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 240Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste:
And therefore is Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 245So the boy Love is perjured 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 some heat from Hermia felt,
So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt.
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 250I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:
Then to the wood will he to-morrow night
Pursue her; and for this intelligence
If I have thanks, it is a dear expense:
But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
Act 1 Sc 1 Ln 255To have his sight thither and back again.

ACT I

SCENE II. Athens. QUINCE'S house.

QUINCEIs all our company here?
BOTTOMYou were best to call them generally, man by man,
according to the scrip.
QUINCEHere is the scroll of every man's name, which is
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 5thought fit, through all Athens, to play in our
interlude before the duke and the duchess, on his
wedding-day at night.
BOTTOMFirst, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats
on, then read the names of the actors, and so grow
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 10to a point.
QUINCEMarry, our play is, The most lamentable comedy, and
most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisby.
BOTTOMA very good piece of work, I assure you, and a
merry. Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 15actors by the scroll. Masters, spread yourselves.
QUINCEAnswer as I call you. Nick Bottom, the weaver.
BOTTOMReady. Name what part I am for, and proceed.
QUINCEYou, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus.
BOTTOMWhat is Pyramus? a lover, or a tyrant?
QUINCEAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 20A lover, that kills himself most gallant for love.
BOTTOMThat will ask some tears in the true performing of
it: if I do it, let the audience look to their
eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in some
measure. To the rest: yet my chief humour is for a
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 25tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, or a part to
tear a cat in, to make all split.
The raging rocks
And shivering shocks
Shall break the locks
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 30Of prison gates;
And Phibbus' car
Shall shine from far
And make and mar
The foolish Fates.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 35This was lofty! Now name the rest of the players.
This is Ercles' vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover is
more condoling.
QUINCEFrancis Flute, the bellows-mender.
FLUTEHere, Peter Quince.
QUINCEAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 40Flute, you must take Thisby on you.
FLUTEWhat is Thisby? a wandering knight?
QUINCEIt is the lady that Pyramus must love.
FLUTENay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.
QUINCEThat's all one: you shall play it in a mask, and
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 45you may speak as small as you will.
BOTTOMAn I may hide my face, let me play Thisby too, I'll
speak in a monstrous little voice. 'Thisne,
Thisne;' 'Ah, Pyramus, lover dear! thy Thisby dear,
and lady dear!'
QUINCEAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 50No, no; you must play Pyramus: and, Flute, you Thisby.
BOTTOMWell, proceed.
QUINCERobin Starveling, the tailor.
STARVELINGHere, Peter Quince.
QUINCERobin Starveling, you must play Thisby's mother.
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 55Tom Snout, the tinker.
SNOUTHere, Peter Quince.
QUINCEYou, Pyramus' father: myself, Thisby's father:
Snug, the joiner; you, the lion's part: and, I
hope, here is a play fitted.
SNUGAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 60Have you the lion's part written? pray you, if it
be, give it me, for I am slow of study.
QUINCEYou may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring.
BOTTOMLet me play the lion too: I will roar, that I will
do any man's heart good to hear me; I will roar,
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 65that I will make the duke say 'Let him roar again,
let him roar again.'
QUINCEAn you should do it too terribly, you would fright
the duchess and the ladies, that they would shriek;
and that were enough to hang us all.
ALLAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 70That would hang us, every mother's son.
BOTTOMI grant you, friends, if that you should fright the
ladies out of their wits, they would have no more
discretion but to hang us: but I will aggravate my
voice so that I will roar you as gently as any
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 75sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any
nightingale.
QUINCEYou can play no part but Pyramus; for Pyramus is a
sweet-faced man; a proper man, as one shall see in a
summer's day; a most lovely gentleman-like man:
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 80therefore you must needs play Pyramus.
BOTTOMWell, I will undertake it. What beard were I best
to play it in?
QUINCEWhy, what you will.
BOTTOMI will discharge it in either your straw-colour
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 85beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purple-in-grain
beard, or your French-crown-colour beard, your
perfect yellow.
QUINCESome of your French crowns have no hair at all, and
then you will play bare-faced. But, masters, here
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 90are your parts: and I am to entreat you, request
you and desire you, to con them by to-morrow night;
and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the
town, by moonlight; there will we rehearse, for if
we meet in the city, we shall be dogged with
Act 1 Sc 2 Ln 95company, and our devices known. In the meantime I
will draw a bill of properties, such as our play
wants. I pray you, fail me not.
BOTTOMWe will meet; and there we may rehearse most
obscenely and courageously. Take pains; be perfect: adieu.
QUINCEAct 1 Sc 2 Ln 100At the duke's oak we meet.
BOTTOMEnough; hold or cut bow-strings.

ACT II

SCENE I. A wood near Athens.

PUCKHow now, spirit! whither wander you?
FairyOver hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 5Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 10The cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 15And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone:
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.
PUCKThe king doth keep his revels here to-night:
Take heed the queen come not within his sight;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 20For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
Because that she as her attendant hath
A lovely boy, stolen from an Indian king;
She never had so sweet a changeling;
And jealous Oberon would have the child
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 25Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild;
But she perforce withholds the loved boy,
Crowns him with flowers and makes him all her joy:
And now they never meet in grove or green,
By fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 30But, they do square, that all their elves for fear
Creep into acorn-cups and hide them there.
FairyEither I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
Call'd Robin Goodfellow: are not you he
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 35That frights the maidens of the villagery;
Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn;
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm;
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 40Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck:
Are not you he?
PUCKThou speak'st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 45I jest to Oberon and make him smile
When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing in likeness of a filly foal:
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl,
In very likeness of a roasted crab,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 50And when she drinks, against her lips I bob
And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale.
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 55And 'tailor' cries, and falls into a cough;
And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh,
And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon.
FairyAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 60And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!
OBERONIll met by moonlight, proud Titania.
TITANIAWhat, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence:
I have forsworn his bed and company.
OBERONTarry, rash wanton: am not I thy lord?
TITANIAAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 65Then I must be thy lady: but I know
When thou hast stolen away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
Playing on pipes of corn and versing love
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 70Come from the farthest Steppe of India?
But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin'd mistress and your warrior love,
To Theseus must be wedded, and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity.
OBERONAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 75How canst thou thus for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night
From Perigenia, whom he ravished?
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 80And make him with fair AEgle break his faith,
With Ariadne and Antiopa?
TITANIAThese are the forgeries of jealousy:
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 85By paved fountain or by rushy brook,
Or in the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 90As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents:
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 95The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn
Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard;
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock;
The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 100And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable:
The human mortals want their winter here;
No night is now with hymn or carol blest:
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 105Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatic diseases do abound:
And thorough this distemperature we see
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts
Far in the fresh lap of the crimson rose,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 110And on old Hiems' thin and icy crown
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries, and the mazed world,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 115By their increase, now knows not which is which:
And this same progeny of evils comes
From our debate, from our dissension;
We are their parents and original.
OBERONDo you amend it then; it lies in you:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 120Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
I do but beg a little changeling boy,
To be my henchman.
TITANIASet your heart at rest:
The fairy land buys not the child of me.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 125His mother was a votaress of my order:
And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,
Full often hath she gossip'd by my side,
And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands,
Marking the embarked traders on the flood,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 130When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive
And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind;
Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait
Following, — her womb then rich with my young squire, —
Would imitate, and sail upon the land,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 135To fetch me trifles, and return again,
As from a voyage, rich with merchandise.
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
And for her sake do I rear up her boy,
And for her sake I will not part with him.
OBERONAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 140How long within this wood intend you stay?
TITANIAPerchance till after Theseus' wedding-day.
If you will patiently dance in our round
And see our moonlight revels, go with us;
If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.
OBERONAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 145Give me that boy, and I will go with thee.
TITANIANot for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies, away!
We shall chide downright, if I longer stay.
OBERONWell, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove
Till I torment thee for this injury.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 150My gentle Puck, come hither. Thou rememberest
Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath
That the rude sea grew civil at her song
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 155And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid's music.
PUCKI remember.
OBERONThat very time I saw, but thou couldst not,
Flying between the cold moon and the earth,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 160Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took
At a fair vestal throned by the west,
And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow,
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts;
But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 165Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon,
And the imperial votaress passed on,
In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell:
It fell upon a little western flower,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 170Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Fetch me that flower; the herb I shew'd thee once:
The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 175Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again
Ere the leviathan can swim a league.
PUCKI'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes.
OBERONAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 180Having once this juice,
I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,
And drop the liquor of it in her eyes.
The next thing then she waking looks upon,
Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 185On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,
She shall pursue it with the soul of love:
And ere I take this charm from off her sight,
As I can take it with another herb,
I'll make her render up her page to me.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 190But who comes here? I am invisible;
And I will overhear their conference.
DEMETRIUSI love thee not, therefore pursue me not.
Where is Lysander and fair Hermia?
The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 195Thou told'st me they were stolen unto this wood;
And here am I, and wode within this wood,
Because I cannot meet my Hermia.
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.
HELENAYou draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 200But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw,
And I shall have no power to follow you.
DEMETRIUSDo I entice you? do I speak you fair?
Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 205Tell you, I do not, nor I cannot love you?
HELENAAnd even for that do I love you the more.
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 210Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
What worser place can I beg in your love, —
And yet a place of high respect with me, —
Than to be used as you use your dog?
DEMETRIUSAct 2 Sc 1 Ln 215Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit;
For I am sick when I do look on thee.
HELENAAnd I am sick when I look not on you.
DEMETRIUSYou do impeach your modesty too much,
To leave the city and commit yourself
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 220Into the hands of one that loves you not;
To trust the opportunity of night
And the ill counsel of a desert place
With the rich worth of your virginity.
HELENAYour virtue is my privilege: for that
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 225It is not night when I do see your face,
Therefore I think I am not in the night;
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,
For you in my respect are all the world:
Then how can it be said I am alone,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 230When all the world is here to look on me?
DEMETRIUSI'll run from thee and hide me in the brakes,
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.
HELENAThe wildest hath not such a heart as you.
Run when you will, the story shall be changed:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 235Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind
Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed,
When cowardice pursues and valour flies.
DEMETRIUSI will not stay thy questions; let me go:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 240Or, if thou follow me, do not believe
But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.
HELENAAy, in the temple, in the town, the field,
You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius!
Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 245We cannot fight for love, as men may do;
We should be wood and were not made to woo.
I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well.
OBERONFare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this grove,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 250Thou shalt fly him and he shall seek thy love.
Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.
PUCKAy, there it is.
OBERONI pray thee, give it me.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 255Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 260And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,
And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove:
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 265A sweet Athenian lady is in love
With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes;
But do it when the next thing he espies
May be the lady: thou shalt know the man
By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Act 2 Sc 1 Ln 270Effect it with some care, that he may prove
More fond on her than she upon her love:
And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow.
PUCKFear not, my lord, your servant shall do so.

ACT II

SCENE II. Another part of the wood.

TITANIACome, now a roundel and a fairy song;
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence;
Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds,
Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 5To make my small elves coats, and some keep back
The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders
At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep;
Then to your offices and let me rest.
You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 10Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong,
Come not near our fairy queen.
Philomel, with melody
Sing in our sweet lullaby;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 15Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby:
Never harm,
Nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigh;
So, good night, with lullaby.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 20Weaving spiders, come not here;
Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence!
Beetles black, approach not near;
Worm nor snail, do no offence.
Philomel, with melody, &c.
FairyAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 25Hence, away! now all is well:
One aloof stand sentinel.
OBERONWhat thou seest when thou dost wake,
Do it for thy true-love take,
Love and languish for his sake:
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 30Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
In thy eye that shall appear
When thou wakest, it is thy dear:
Wake when some vile thing is near.
LYSANDERAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 35Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood;
And to speak troth, I have forgot our way:
We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,
And tarry for the comfort of the day.
HERMIABe it so, Lysander: find you out a bed;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 40For I upon this bank will rest my head.
LYSANDEROne turf shall serve as pillow for us both;
One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth.
HERMIANay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.
LYSANDERAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 45O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence!
Love takes the meaning in love's conference.
I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit
So that but one heart we can make of it;
Two bosoms interchained with an oath;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 50So then two bosoms and a single troth.
Then by your side no bed-room me deny;
For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
HERMIALysander riddles very prettily:
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 55If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied.
But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
Lie further off; in human modesty,
Such separation as may well be said
Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 60So far be distant; and, good night, sweet friend:
Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end!
LYSANDERAmen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I;
And then end life when I end loyalty!
Here is my bed: sleep give thee all his rest!
HERMIAAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 65With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd!
PUCKThrough the forest have I gone.
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 70Night and silence. — Who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 75On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 80When thou wakest, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid:
So awake when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon.
HELENAStay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
DEMETRIUSAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 85I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
HELENAO, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so.
DEMETRIUSStay, on thy peril: I alone will go.
HELENAO, I am out of breath in this fond chase!
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 90Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies;
For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears:
If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.
No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 95For beasts that meet me run away for fear:
Therefore no marvel though Demetrius
Do, as a monster fly my presence thus.
What wicked and dissembling glass of mine
Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne?
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 100But who is here? Lysander! on the ground!
Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound.
Lysander if you live, good sir, awake.
LYSANDER And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.
Transparent Helena! Nature shows art,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 105That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word
Is that vile name to perish on my sword!
HELENADo not say so, Lysander; say not so
What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though?
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 110Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content.
LYSANDERContent with Hermia! No; I do repent
The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Not Hermia but Helena I love:
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 115The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
And reason says you are the worthier maid.
Things growing are not ripe until their season
So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason;
And touching now the point of human skill,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 120Reason becomes the marshal to my will
And leads me to your eyes, where I o'erlook
Love's stories written in love's richest book.
HELENAWherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
When at your hands did I deserve this scorn?
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 125Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man,
That I did never, no, nor never can,
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
But you must flout my insufficiency?
Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 130In such disdainful manner me to woo.
But fare you well: perforce I must confess
I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
O, that a lady, of one man refused.
Should of another therefore be abused!
LYSANDERAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 135She sees not Hermia. Hermia, sleep thou there:
And never mayst thou come Lysander near!
For as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings,
Or as tie heresies that men do leave
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 140Are hated most of those they did deceive,
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!
And, all my powers, address your love and might
To honour Helen and to be her knight!
HERMIAAct 2 Sc 2 Ln 145 Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy best
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!
Ay me, for pity! what a dream was here!
Lysander, look how I do quake with fear:
Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 150And you sat smiling at his cruel pray.
Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord!
What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word?
Alack, where are you speak, an if you hear;
Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear.
Act 2 Sc 2 Ln 155No? then I well perceive you all not nigh
Either death or you I'll find immediately.

ACT III

SCENE I. The wood. TITANIA lying asleep.

BOTTOMAre we all met?
QUINCEPat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place
for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our
stage, this hawthorn-brake our tiring-house; and we
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 5will do it in action as we will do it before the duke.
BOTTOMPeter Quince, —
QUINCEWhat sayest thou, bully Bottom?
BOTTOMThere are things in this comedy of Pyramus and
Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 10draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies
cannot abide. How answer you that?
SNOUTBy'r lakin, a parlous fear.
STARVELINGI believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.
BOTTOMNot a whit: I have a device to make all well.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 15Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem to
say, we will do no harm with our swords, and that
Pyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the more
better assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am not
Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 20out of fear.
QUINCEWell, we will have such a prologue; and it shall be
written in eight and six.
BOTTOMNo, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight.
SNOUTWill not the ladies be afeard of the lion?
STARVELINGAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 25I fear it, I promise you.
BOTTOMMasters, you ought to consider with yourselves: to
bring in — God shield us! — a lion among ladies, is a
most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful
wild-fowl than your lion living; and we ought to
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 30look to 't.
SNOUTTherefore another prologue must tell he is not a lion.
BOTTOMNay, you must name his name, and half his face must
be seen through the lion's neck: and he himself
must speak through, saying thus, or to the same
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 35defect, — 'Ladies,' — or 'Fair-ladies — I would wish
You,' — or 'I would request you,' — or 'I would
entreat you, — not to fear, not to tremble: my life
for yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, it
were pity of my life: no I am no such thing; I am a
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 40man as other men are;' and there indeed let him name
his name, and tell them plainly he is Snug the joiner.
QUINCEWell it shall be so. But there is two hard things;
that is, to bring the moonlight into a chamber; for,
you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moonlight.
SNOUTAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 45Doth the moon shine that night we play our play?
BOTTOMA calendar, a calendar! look in the almanac; find
out moonshine, find out moonshine.
QUINCEYes, it doth shine that night.
BOTTOMWhy, then may you leave a casement of the great
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 50chamber window, where we play, open, and the moon
may shine in at the casement.
QUINCEAy; or else one must come in with a bush of thorns
and a lanthorn, and say he comes to disfigure, or to
present, the person of Moonshine. Then, there is
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 55another thing: we must have a wall in the great
chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby says the story, did
talk through the chink of a wall.
SNOUTYou can never bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom?
BOTTOMSome man or other must present Wall: and let him
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 60have some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast
about him, to signify wall; and let him hold his
fingers thus, and through that cranny shall Pyramus
and Thisby whisper.
QUINCEIf that may be, then all is well. Come, sit down,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 65every mother's son, and rehearse your parts.
Pyramus, you begin: when you have spoken your
speech, enter into that brake: and so every one
according to his cue.
PUCKWhat hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 70So near the cradle of the fairy queen?
What, a play toward! I'll be an auditor;
An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.
QUINCESpeak, Pyramus. Thisby, stand forth.
BOTTOMThisby, the flowers of odious savours sweet, —
QUINCEAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 75Odours, odours.
BOTTOM — odours savours sweet:
So hath thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.
But hark, a voice! stay thou but here awhile,
And by and by I will to thee appear.
PUCKAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 80A stranger Pyramus than e'er played here.
FLUTEMust I speak now?
QUINCEAy, marry, must you; for you must understand he goes
but to see a noise that he heard, and is to come again.
FLUTEMost radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 85Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier,
Most brisky juvenal and eke most lovely Jew,
As true as truest horse that yet would never tire,
I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb.
QUINCE'Ninus' tomb,' man: why, you must not speak that
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 90yet; that you answer to Pyramus: you speak all your
part at once, cues and all Pyramus enter: your cue
is past; it is, 'never tire.'
FLUTEO, — As true as truest horse, that yet would
never tire.
BOTTOMAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 95If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine.
QUINCEO monstrous! O strange! we are haunted. Pray,
masters! fly, masters! Help!
PUCKI'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round,
Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 100Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire;
And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn,
Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.
BOTTOMWhy do they run away? this is a knavery of them to
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 105make me afeard.
SNOUTO Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee?
BOTTOMWhat do you see? you see an asshead of your own, do
you?
QUINCEBless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 110translated.
BOTTOMI see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me;
to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir
from this place, do what they can: I will walk up
and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 115I am not afraid.
The ousel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill, —
TITANIAAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 120 What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
BOTTOM(STAGEDIR "Sings")
The finch, the sparrow and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoo gray,
Whose note full many a man doth mark,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 125And dares not answer nay; —
for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish
a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry
'cuckoo' never so?
TITANIAI pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again:
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 130Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note;
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me
On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.
BOTTOMMethinks, mistress, you should have little reason
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 135for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and
love keep little company together now-a-days; the
more the pity that some honest neighbours will not
make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion.
TITANIAThou art as wise as thou art beautiful.
BOTTOMAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 140Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out
of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.
TITANIAOut of this wood do not desire to go:
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
I am a spirit of no common rate;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 145The summer still doth tend upon my state;
And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;
I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee,
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 150And I will purge thy mortal grossness so
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed!
PEASEBLOSSOMReady.
COBWEBAnd I.
MOTHAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 155And I.
MUSTARDSEEDAnd I.
ALLWhere shall we go?
TITANIABe kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes;
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 160Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees,
And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes,
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 165To have my love to bed and to arise;
And pluck the wings from Painted butterflies
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes:
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
PEASEBLOSSOMHail, mortal!
COBWEBAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 170Hail!
MOTHHail!
MUSTARDSEEDHail!
BOTTOMI cry your worship's mercy, heartily: I beseech your
worship's name.
COBWEBAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 175Cobweb.
BOTTOMI shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master
Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with
you. Your name, honest gentleman?
PEASEBLOSSOMPeaseblossom.
BOTTOMAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 180I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your
mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Good
Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more
acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir?
MUSTARDSEEDMustardseed.
BOTTOMAct 3 Sc 1 Ln 185Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well:
that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath
devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise
you your kindred had made my eyes water ere now. I
desire your more acquaintance, good Master
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 190Mustardseed.
TITANIACome, wait upon him; lead him to my bower.
The moon methinks looks with a watery eye;
And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Act 3 Sc 1 Ln 195Tie up my love's tongue bring him silently.

ACT III

SCENE II. Another part of the wood.

OBERONI wonder if Titania be awaked;
Then, what it was that next came in her eye,
Which she must dote on in extremity.
Here comes my messenger.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 5How now, mad spirit!
What night-rule now about this haunted grove?
PUCKMy mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 10A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial-day.
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 15Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene and enter'd in a brake
When I did him at this advantage take,
An ass's nole I fixed on his head:
Anon his Thisbe must be answered,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 20And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy,
As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 25So, at his sight, away his fellows fly;
And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls;
He murder cries and help from Athens calls.
Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears
thus strong,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 30Made senseless things begin to do them wrong;
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;
Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all
things catch.
I led them on in this distracted fear,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 35And left sweet Pyramus translated there:
When in that moment, so it came to pass,
Titania waked and straightway loved an ass.
OBERONThis falls out better than I could devise.
But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 40With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?
PUCKI took him sleeping, — that is finish'd too, —
And the Athenian woman by his side:
That, when he waked, of force she must be eyed.
OBERONStand close: this is the same Athenian.
PUCKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 45This is the woman, but not this the man.
DEMETRIUSO, why rebuke you him that loves you so?
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
HERMIANow I but chide; but I should use thee worse,
For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 50If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,
Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,
And kill me too.
The sun was not so true unto the day
As he to me: would he have stolen away
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 55From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon
This whole earth may be bored and that the moon
May through the centre creep and so displease
Her brother's noontide with Antipodes.
It cannot be but thou hast murder'd him;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 60So should a murderer look, so dead, so grim.
DEMETRIUSSo should the murder'd look, and so should I,
Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty:
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,
As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.
HERMIAAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 65What's this to my Lysander? where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
DEMETRIUSI had rather give his carcass to my hounds.
HERMIAOut, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds
Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then?
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 70Henceforth be never number'd among men!
O, once tell true, tell true, even for my sake!
Durst thou have look'd upon him being awake,
And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch!
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 75An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.
DEMETRIUSYou spend your passion on a misprised mood:
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
HERMIAAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 80I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
DEMETRIUSAn if I could, what should I get therefore?
HERMIAA privilege never to see me more.
And from thy hated presence part I so:
See me no more, whether he be dead or no.
DEMETRIUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 85There is no following her in this fierce vein:
Here therefore for a while I will remain.
So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow
For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe:
Which now in some slight measure it will pay,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 90If for his tender here I make some stay.
OBERONWhat hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite
And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight:
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true love turn'd and not a false turn'd true.
PUCKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 95Then fate o'er-rules, that, one man holding troth,
A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
OBERONAbout the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens look thou find:
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 100With sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear:
By some illusion see thou bring her here:
I'll charm his eyes against she do appear.
PUCKI go, I go; look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
OBERONAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 105Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of his eye.
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 110As the Venus of the sky.
When thou wakest, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.
PUCKCaptain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 115And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
OBERONStand aside: the noise they make
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 120Will cause Demetrius to awake.
PUCKThen will two at once woo one;
That must needs be sport alone;
And those things do best please me
That befal preposterously.
LYSANDERAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 125Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?
Scorn and derision never come in tears:
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears.
How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 130Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
HELENAYou do advance your cunning more and more.
When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!
These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er?
Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 135Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.
LYSANDERI had no judgment when to her I swore.
HELENANor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er.
LYSANDERDemetrius loves her, and he loves not you.
DEMETRIUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 140 O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 145Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold'st up thy hand: O, let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss!
HELENAO spite! O hell! I see you all are bent
To set against me for your merriment:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 150If you we re civil and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join in souls to mock me too?
If you were men, as men you are in show,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 155You would not use a gentle lady so;
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia;
And now both rivals, to mock Helena:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 160A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes
With your derision! none of noble sort
Would so offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.
LYSANDERAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 165You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so;
For you love Hermia; this you know I know:
And here, with all good will, with all my heart,
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 170Whom I do love and will do till my death.
HELENANever did mockers waste more idle breath.
DEMETRIUSLysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none:
If e'er I loved her, all that love is gone.
My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn'd,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 175And now to Helen is it home return'd,
There to remain.
LYSANDERHelen, it is not so.
DEMETRIUSDisparage not the faith thou dost not know,
Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 180Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear.
HERMIADark night, that from the eye his function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
It pays the hearing double recompense.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 185Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?
LYSANDERWhy should he stay, whom love doth press to go?
HERMIAWhat love could press Lysander from my side?
LYSANDERAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 190Lysander's love, that would not let him bide,
Fair Helena, who more engilds the night
Than all you fiery oes and eyes of light.
Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know,
The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so?
HERMIAAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 195You speak not as you think: it cannot be.
HELENALo, she is one of this confederacy!
Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all three
To fashion this false sport, in spite of me.
Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid!
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 200Have you conspired, have you with these contrived
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have shared,
The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hasty-footed time
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 205For parting us, — O, is it all forgot?
All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Have with our needles created both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 210Both warbling of one song, both in one key,
As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds,
Had been incorporate. So we grow together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 215Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one and crowned with one crest.
And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 220To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it,
Though I alone do feel the injury.
HERMIAI am amazed at your passionate words.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 225I scorn you not: it seems that you scorn me.
HELENAHave you not set Lysander, as in scorn,
To follow me and praise my eyes and face?
And made your other love, Demetrius,
Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 230To call me goddess, nymph, divine and rare,
Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he this
To her he hates? and wherefore doth Lysander
Deny your love, so rich within his soul,
And tender me, forsooth, affection,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 235But by your setting on, by your consent?
What thought I be not so in grace as you,
So hung upon with love, so fortunate,
But miserable most, to love unloved?
This you should pity rather than despise.
HERNIAAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 240I understand not what you mean by this.
HELENAAy, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks,
Make mouths upon me when I turn my back;
Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest up:
This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 245If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
You would not make me such an argument.
But fare ye well: 'tis partly my own fault;
Which death or absence soon shall remedy.
LYSANDERStay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 250My love, my life my soul, fair Helena!
HELENAO excellent!
HERMIASweet, do not scorn her so.
DEMETRIUSIf she cannot entreat, I can compel.
LYSANDERThou canst compel no more than she entreat:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 255Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers.
Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do:
I swear by that which I will lose for thee,
To prove him false that says I love thee not.
DEMETRIUSI say I love thee more than he can do.
LYSANDERAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 260If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too.
DEMETRIUSQuick, come!
HERMIALysander, whereto tends all this?
LYSANDERAway, you Ethiope!
DEMETRIUSNo, no; he'll
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 265Seem to break loose; take on as you would follow,
But yet come not: you are a tame man, go!
LYSANDERHang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose,
Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent!
HERMIAWhy are you grown so rude? what change is this?
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 270Sweet love, —
LYSANDERThy love! out, tawny Tartar, out!
Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence!
HERMIADo you not jest?
HELENAYes, sooth; and so do you.
LYSANDERAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 275Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee.
DEMETRIUSI would I had your bond, for I perceive
A weak bond holds you: I'll not trust your word.
LYSANDERWhat, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?
Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.
HERMIAAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 280What, can you do me greater harm than hate?
Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love!
Am not I Hermia? are not you Lysander?
I am as fair now as I was erewhile.
Since night you loved me; yet since night you left
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 285me:
Why, then you left me — O, the gods forbid! —
In earnest, shall I say?
LYSANDERAy, by my life;
And never did desire to see thee more.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 290Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt;
Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest
That I do hate thee and love Helena.
HERMIAO me! you juggler! you canker-blossom!
You thief of love! what, have you come by night
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 295And stolen my love's heart from him?
HELENAFine, i'faith!
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,
No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear
Impatient answers from my gentle tongue?
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 300Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet, you!
HERMIAPuppet? why so? ay, that way goes the game.
Now I perceive that she hath made compare
Between our statures; she hath urged her height;
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 305Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.
And are you grown so high in his esteem;
Because I am so dwarfish and so low?
How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak;
How low am I? I am not yet so low
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 310But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.
HELENAI pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen,
Let her not hurt me: I was never curst;
I have no gift at all in shrewishness;
I am a right maid for my cowardice:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 315Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think,
Because she is something lower than myself,
That I can match her.
HERMIALower! hark, again.
HELENAGood Hermia, do not be so bitter with me.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 320I evermore did love you, Hermia,
Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you;
Save that, in love unto Demetrius,
I told him of your stealth unto this wood.
He follow'd you; for love I follow'd him;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 325But he hath chid me hence and threaten'd me
To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too:
And now, so you will let me quiet go,
To Athens will I bear my folly back
And follow you no further: let me go:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 330You see how simple and how fond I am.
HERMIAWhy, get you gone: who is't that hinders you?
HELENAA foolish heart, that I leave here behind.
HERMIAWhat, with Lysander?
HELENAWith Demetrius.
LYSANDERAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 335Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena.
DEMETRIUSNo, sir, she shall not, though you take her part.
HELENAO, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd!
She was a vixen when she went to school;
And though she be but little, she is fierce.
HERMIAAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 340'Little' again! nothing but 'low' and 'little'!
Why will you suffer her to flout me thus?
Let me come to her.
LYSANDERGet you gone, you dwarf;
You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 345You bead, you acorn.
DEMETRIUSYou are too officious
In her behalf that scorns your services.
Let her alone: speak not of Helena;
Take not her part; for, if thou dost intend
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 350Never so little show of love to her,
Thou shalt aby it.
LYSANDERNow she holds me not;
Now follow, if thou darest, to try whose right,
Of thine or mine, is most in Helena.
DEMETRIUSAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 355Follow! nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole.
HERMIAYou, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you:
Nay, go not back.
HELENAI will not trust you, I,
Nor longer stay in your curst company.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 360Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray,
My legs are longer though, to run away.
HERMIAI am amazed, and know not what to say.
OBERONThis is thy negligence: still thou mistakest,
Or else committ'st thy knaveries wilfully.
PUCKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 365Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook.
Did not you tell me I should know the man
By the Athenian garment be had on?
And so far blameless proves my enterprise,
That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 370And so far am I glad it so did sort
As this their jangling I esteem a sport.
OBERONThou see'st these lovers seek a place to fight:
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
The starry welkin cover thou anon
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 375With drooping fog as black as Acheron,
And lead these testy rivals so astray
As one come not within another's way.
Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,
Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 380And sometime rail thou like Demetrius;
And from each other look thou lead them thus,
Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep:
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 385Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
To take from thence all error with his might,
And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight.
When they next wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 390And back to Athens shall the lovers wend,
With league whose date till death shall never end.
Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,
I'll to my queen and beg her Indian boy;
And then I will her charmed eye release
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 395From monster's view, and all things shall be peace.
PUCKMy fairy lord, this must be done with haste,
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;
At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 400Troop home to churchyards: damned spirits all,
That in crossways and floods have burial,
Already to their wormy beds are gone;
For fear lest day should look their shames upon,
They willfully themselves exile from light
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 405And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night.
OBERONBut we are spirits of another sort:
I with the morning's love have oft made sport,
And, like a forester, the groves may tread,
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 410Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.
But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay:
We may effect this business yet ere day.
PUCKUp and down, up and down,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 415I will lead them up and down:
I am fear'd in field and town:
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one.
LYSANDERWhere art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou now.
PUCKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 420Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where art thou?
LYSANDERI will be with thee straight.
PUCKFollow me, then,
To plainer ground.
DEMETRIUSLysander! speak again:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 425Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled?
Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head?
PUCKThou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars,
And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou child;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 430I'll whip thee with a rod: he is defiled
That draws a sword on thee.
DEMETRIUSYea, art thou there?
PUCKFollow my voice: we'll try no manhood here.
LYSANDERHe goes before me and still dares me on:
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 435When I come where he calls, then he is gone.
The villain is much lighter-heel'd than I:
I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly;
That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 440Come, thou gentle day!
For if but once thou show me thy grey light,
I'll find Demetrius and revenge this spite.
PUCKHo, ho, ho! Coward, why comest thou not?
DEMETRIUSAbide me, if thou darest; for well I wot
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 445Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place,
And darest not stand, nor look me in the face.
Where art thou now?
PUCKCome hither: I am here.
DEMETRIUSNay, then, thou mock'st me. Thou shalt buy this dear,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 450If ever I thy face by daylight see:
Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this cold bed.
By day's approach look to be visited.
HELENAO weary night, O long and tedious night,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 455Abate thy hour! Shine comforts from the east,
That I may back to Athens by daylight,
From these that my poor company detest:
And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
Steal me awhile from mine own company.
PUCKAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 460Yet but three? Come one more;
Two of both kinds make up four.
Here she comes, curst and sad:
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.
HERMIAAct 3 Sc 2 Ln 465Never so weary, never so in woe,
Bedabbled with the dew and torn with briers,
I can no further crawl, no further go;
My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
Here will I rest me till the break of day.
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 470Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!
PUCKOn the ground
Sleep sound:
I'll apply
To your eye,
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 475Gentle lover, remedy.
When thou wakest,
Thou takest
True delight
In the sight
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 480Of thy former lady's eye:
And the country proverb known,
That every man should take his own,
In your waking shall be shown:
Jack shall have Jill;
Act 3 Sc 2 Ln 485Nought shall go ill;
The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.

ACT IV

SCENE I. The same. LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA, and HERMIA lying asleep.

TITANIACome, sit thee down upon this flowery bed,
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head,
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
BOTTOMAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 5Where's Peaseblossom?
PEASEBLOSSOMReady.
BOTTOMScratch my head Peaseblossom. Where's Mounsieur Cobweb?
COBWEBReady.
BOTTOMMounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur, get you your
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 10weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped
humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good
mounsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret
yourself too much in the action, mounsieur; and,
good mounsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 15I would be loath to have you overflown with a
honey-bag, signior. Where's Mounsieur Mustardseed?
MUSTARDSEEDReady.
BOTTOMGive me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you,
leave your courtesy, good mounsieur.
MUSTARDSEEDAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 20What's your Will?
BOTTOMNothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb
to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; for
methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face; and I
am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 25I must scratch.
TITANIAWhat, wilt thou hear some music,
my sweet love?
BOTTOMI have a reasonable good ear in music. Let's have
the tongs and the bones.
TITANIAAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 30Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat.
BOTTOMTruly, 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.
TITANIAI have a venturous fairy that shall seek
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 35The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.
BOTTOMI 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.
TITANIASleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms.
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 40Fairies, begone, and be all ways away.
So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle
Gently entwist; the female ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
OBERONAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 45 Welcome, good Robin.
See'st thou this sweet sight?
Her dotage now I do begin to pity:
For, meeting her of late behind the wood,
Seeking sweet favours from this hateful fool,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 50I did upbraid her and fall out with her;
For she his hairy temples then had rounded
With a coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers;
And that same dew, which sometime on the buds
Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 55Stood now within the pretty flowerets' eyes
Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail.
When I had at my pleasure taunted her
And she in mild terms begg'd my patience,
I then did ask of her her changeling child;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 60Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent
To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
And now I have the boy, I will undo
This hateful imperfection of her eyes:
And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 65From off the head of this Athenian swain;
That, he awaking when the other do,
May all to Athens back again repair
And think no more of this night's accidents
But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 70But first I will release the fairy queen.
Be as thou wast wont to be;
See as thou wast wont to see:
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower
Hath such force and blessed power.
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 75Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen.
TITANIAMy Oberon! what visions have I seen!
Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.
OBERONThere lies your love.
TITANIAHow came these things to pass?
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 80O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!
OBERONSilence awhile. Robin, take off this head.
Titania, music call; and strike more dead
Than common sleep of all these five the sense.
TITANIAMusic, ho! music, such as charmeth sleep!
PUCKAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 85Now, when thou wakest, with thine
own fool's eyes peep.
OBERONSound, music! Come, my queen, take hands with me,
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be.
Now thou and I are new in amity,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 90And will to-morrow midnight solemnly
Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly,
And bless it to all fair prosperity:
There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.
PUCKAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 95Fairy king, attend, and mark:
I do hear the morning lark.
OBERONThen, my queen, in silence sad,
Trip we after the night's shade:
We the globe can compass soon,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 100Swifter than the wandering moon.
TITANIACome, my lord, and in our flight
Tell me how it came this night
That I sleeping here was found
With these mortals on the ground.
THESEUSAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 105Go, one of you, find out the forester;
For now our observation is perform'd;
And since we have the vaward of the day,
My love shall hear the music of my hounds.
Uncouple in the western valley; let them go:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 110Dispatch, I say, and find the forester.
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
And mark the musical confusion
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.
HIPPOLYTAI was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 115When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear
With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear
Such gallant chiding: for, besides the groves,
The skies, the fountains, every region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 120So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
THESEUSMy hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 125Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells,
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:
Judge when you hear. But, soft! what nymphs are these?
EGEUSAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 130My 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.
THESEUSNo doubt they rose up early to observe
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 135The rite of May, and hearing our intent,
Came here in grace our solemnity.
But speak, Egeus; is not this the day
That Hermia should give answer of her choice?
EGEUSIt is, my lord.
THESEUSAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 140Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns.
Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past:
Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
LYSANDERPardon, my lord.
THESEUSI pray you all, stand up.
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 145I know you two are rival enemies:
How comes this gentle concord in the world,
That hatred is so far from jealousy,
To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?
LYSANDERMy lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 150Half sleep, half waking: but as yet, I swear,
I cannot truly say how I came here;
But, as I think, — for truly would I speak,
And now do I bethink me, so it is, —
I came with Hermia hither: our intent
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 155Was to be gone from Athens, where we might,
Without the peril of the Athenian law.
EGEUSEnough, enough, my lord; you have enough:
I beg the law, the law, upon his head.
They would have stolen away; they would, Demetrius,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 160Thereby to have defeated you and me,
You of your wife and me of my consent,
Of my consent that she should be your wife.
DEMETRIUSMy lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth,
Of this their purpose hither to this wood;
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 165And I in fury hither follow'd them,
Fair Helena in fancy following me.
But, my good lord, I wot not by what power, —
But by some power it is, — my love to Hermia,
Melted as the snow, seems to me now
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 170As the remembrance of an idle gaud
Which in my childhood I did dote upon;
And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
The object and the pleasure of mine eye,
Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 175Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia:
But, like in sickness, did I loathe this food;
But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
Now I do wish it, love it, long for it,
And will for evermore be true to it.
THESEUSAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 180Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
Of this discourse we more will hear anon.
Egeus, I will overbear your will;
For in the temple by and by with us
These couples shall eternally be knit:
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 185And, for the morning now is something worn,
Our purposed hunting shall be set aside.
Away with us to Athens; three and three,
We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.
Come, Hippolyta.
DEMETRIUSAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 190These things seem small and undistinguishable,
HERMIAMethinks I see these things with parted eye,
When every thing seems double.
HELENASo methinks:
And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 195Mine own, and not mine own.
DEMETRIUSAre you sure
That we are awake? It seems to me
That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think
The duke was here, and bid us follow him?
HERMIAAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 200Yea; and my father.
HELENAAnd Hippolyta.
LYSANDERAnd he did bid us follow to the temple.
DEMETRIUSWhy, then, we are awake: let's follow him
And by the way let us recount our dreams.
BOTTOMAct 4 Sc 1 Ln 205 When my cue comes, call me, and I will
answer: my next is, 'Most fair Pyramus.' Heigh-ho!
Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout,
the tinker! Starveling! God's my life, stolen
hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 210vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to
say what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go
about to expound this dream. Methought I was — there
is no man can tell what. Methought I was, — and
methought I had, — but man is but a patched fool, if
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 215he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye
of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not
seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue
to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream
was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of
Act 4 Sc 1 Ln 220this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream,
because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the
latter end of a play, before the duke:
peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall
sing it at her death.

ACT IV

SCENE II. Athens. QUINCE'S house.

QUINCEHave you sent to Bottom's house? is he come home yet?
STARVELINGHe cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is
transported.
FLUTEIf he come not, then the play is marred: it goes
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 5not forward, doth it?
QUINCEIt is not possible: you have not a man in all
Athens able to discharge Pyramus but he.
FLUTENo, he hath simply the best wit of any handicraft
man in Athens.
QUINCEAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 10Yea and the best person too; and he is a very
paramour for a sweet voice.
FLUTEYou must say 'paragon:' a paramour is, God bless us,
a thing of naught.
SNUGMasters, the duke is coming from the temple, and
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 15there is two or three lords and ladies more married:
if our sport had gone forward, we had all been made
men.
FLUTEO sweet bully Bottom! Thus hath he lost sixpence a
day during his life; he could not have 'scaped
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 20sixpence a day: an the duke had not given him
sixpence a day for playing Pyramus, I'll be hanged;
he would have deserved it: sixpence a day in
Pyramus, or nothing.
BOTTOMWhere are these lads? where are these hearts?
QUINCEAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 25Bottom! O most courageous day! O most happy hour!
BOTTOMMasters, I am to discourse wonders: but ask me not
what; for if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I
will tell you every thing, right as it fell out.
QUINCELet us hear, sweet Bottom.
BOTTOMAct 4 Sc 2 Ln 30Not a word of me. All that I will tell you is, that
the duke hath dined. Get your apparel together,
good strings to your beards, new ribbons to your
pumps; meet presently at the palace; every man look
o'er his part; for the short and the long is, our
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 35play is preferred. In any case, let Thisby have
clean linen; and let not him that plays the lion
pair his nails, for they shall hang out for the
lion's claws. And, most dear actors, eat no onions
nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath; and I
Act 4 Sc 2 Ln 40do not doubt but to hear them say, it is a sweet
comedy. No more words: away! go, away!

ACT V

SCENE I. Athens. The palace of THESEUS.

HIPPOLYTA'Tis strange my Theseus, that these
lovers speak of.
THESEUSMore strange than true: I never may believe
These antique fables, nor these fairy toys.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 5Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 10One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 15And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 20That if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
HIPPOLYTABut all the story of the night told over,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 25And all their minds transfigured so together,
More witnesseth than fancy's images
And grows to something of great constancy;
But, howsoever, strange and admirable.
THESEUSHere come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 30Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love
Accompany your hearts!
LYSANDERMore than to us
Wait in your royal walks, your board, your bed!
THESEUSCome now; what masques, what dances shall we have,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 35To wear away this long age of three hours
Between our after-supper and bed-time?
Where is our usual manager of mirth?
What revels are in hand? Is there no play,
To ease the anguish of a torturing hour?
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 40Call Philostrate.
PHILOSTRATEHere, mighty Theseus.
THESEUSSay, what abridgement have you for this evening?
What masque? what music? How shall we beguile
The lazy time, if not with some delight?
PHILOSTRATEAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 45There is a brief how many sports are ripe:
Make choice of which your highness will see first.
THESEUS 'The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung
By an Athenian eunuch to the harp.'
We'll none of that: that have I told my love,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 50In glory of my kinsman Hercules.
'The riot of the tipsy Bacchanals,
Tearing the Thracian singer in their rage.'
That is an old device; and it was play'd
When I from Thebes came last a conqueror.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 55'The thrice three Muses mourning for the death
Of Learning, late deceased in beggary.'
That is some satire, keen and critical,
Not sorting with a nuptial ceremony.
'A tedious brief scene of young Pyramus
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 60And his love Thisbe; very tragical mirth.'
Merry and tragical! tedious and brief!
That is, hot ice and wondrous strange snow.
How shall we find the concord of this discord?
PHILOSTRATEA play there is, my lord, some ten words long,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 65Which is as brief as I have known a play;
But by ten words, my lord, it is too long,
Which makes it tedious; for in all the play
There is not one word apt, one player fitted:
And tragical, my noble lord, it is;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 70For Pyramus therein doth kill himself.
Which, when I saw rehearsed, I must confess,
Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears
The passion of loud laughter never shed.
THESEUSWhat are they that do play it?
PHILOSTRATEAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 75Hard-handed men that work in Athens here,
Which never labour'd in their minds till now,
And now have toil'd their unbreathed memories
With this same play, against your nuptial.
THESEUSAnd we will hear it.
PHILOSTRATEAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 80No, my noble lord;
It is not for you: I have heard it over,
And it is nothing, nothing in the world;
Unless you can find sport in their intents,
Extremely stretch'd and conn'd with cruel pain,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 85To do you service.
THESEUSI will hear that play;
For never anything can be amiss,
When simpleness and duty tender it.
Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies.
HIPPOLYTAAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 90I love not to see wretchedness o'er charged
And duty in his service perishing.
THESEUSWhy, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing.
HIPPOLYTAHe says they can do nothing in this kind.
THESEUSThe kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 95Our sport shall be to take what they mistake:
And what poor duty cannot do, noble respect
Takes it in might, not merit.
Where I have come, great clerks have purposed
To greet me with premeditated welcomes;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 100Where I have seen them shiver and look pale,
Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Throttle their practised accent in their fears
And in conclusion dumbly have broke off,
Not paying me a welcome. Trust me, sweet,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 105Out of this silence yet I pick'd a welcome;
And in the modesty of fearful duty
I read as much as from the rattling tongue
Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 110In least speak most, to my capacity.
PHILOSTRATESo please your grace, the Prologue is address'd.
THESEUSLet him approach.
PrologueIf we offend, it is with our good will.
That you should think, we come not to offend,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 115But with good will. To show our simple skill,
That is the true beginning of our end.
Consider then we come but in despite.
We do not come as minding to contest you,
Our true intent is. All for your delight
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 120We are not here. That you should here repent you,
The actors are at hand and by their show
You shall know all that you are like to know.
THESEUSThis fellow doth not stand upon points.
LYSANDERHe hath rid his prologue like a rough colt; he knows
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 125not the stop. A good moral, my lord: it is not
enough to speak, but to speak true.
HIPPOLYTAIndeed he hath played on his prologue like a child
on a recorder; a sound, but not in government.
THESEUSHis speech, was like a tangled chain; nothing
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 130impaired, but all disordered. Who is next?
PrologueGentles, perchance you wonder at this show;
But wonder on, till truth make all things plain.
This man is Pyramus, if you would know;
This beauteous lady Thisby is certain.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 135This man, with lime and rough-cast, doth present
Wall, that vile Wall which did these lovers sunder;
And through Wall's chink, poor souls, they are content
To whisper. At the which let no man wonder.
This man, with lanthorn, dog, and bush of thorn,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 140Presenteth Moonshine; for, if you will know,
By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn
To meet at Ninus' tomb, there, there to woo.
This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name,
The trusty Thisby, coming first by night,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 145Did scare away, or rather did affright;
And, as she fled, her mantle she did fall,
Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain.
Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth and tall,
And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 150Whereat, with blade, with bloody blameful blade,
He bravely broach'd is boiling bloody breast;
And Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade,
His dagger drew, and died. For all the rest,
Let Lion, Moonshine, Wall, and lovers twain
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 155At large discourse, while here they do remain.
THESEUSI wonder if the lion be to speak.
DEMETRIUSNo wonder, my lord: one lion may, when many asses do.
WallIn this same interlude it doth befall
That I, one Snout by name, present a wall;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 160And such a wall, as I would have you think,
That had in it a crannied hole or chink,
Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby,
Did whisper often very secretly.
This loam, this rough-cast and this stone doth show
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 165That I am that same wall; the truth is so:
And this the cranny is, right and sinister,
Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.
THESEUSWould you desire lime and hair to speak better?
DEMETRIUSIt is the wittiest partition that ever I heard
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 170discourse, my lord.
THESEUSPyramus draws near the wall: silence!
PyramusO grim-look'd night! O night with hue so black!
O night, which ever art when day is not!
O night, O night! alack, alack, alack,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 175I fear my Thisby's promise is forgot!
And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall,
That stand'st between her father's ground and mine!
Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall,
Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne!
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 180Thanks, courteous wall: Jove shield thee well for this!
But what see I? No Thisby do I see.
O wicked wall, through whom I see no bliss!
Cursed be thy stones for thus deceiving me!
THESEUSThe wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again.
PyramusAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 185No, in truth, sir, he should not. 'Deceiving me'
is Thisby's cue: she is to enter now, and I am to
spy her through the wall. You shall see, it will
fall pat as I told you. Yonder she comes.
ThisbeO wall, full often hast thou heard my moans,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 190For parting my fair Pyramus and me!
My cherry lips have often kiss'd thy stones,
Thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.
PyramusI see a voice: now will I to the chink,
To spy an I can hear my Thisby's face. Thisby!
ThisbeAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 195My love thou art, my love I think.
PyramusThink what thou wilt, I am thy lover's grace;
And, like Limander, am I trusty still.
ThisbeAnd I like Helen, till the Fates me kill.
PyramusNot Shafalus to Procrus was so true.
ThisbeAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 200As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.
PyramusO kiss me through the hole of this vile wall!
ThisbeI kiss the wall's hole, not your lips at all.
PyramusWilt thou at Ninny's tomb meet me straightway?
Thisbe'Tide life, 'tide death, I come without delay.
WallAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 205Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so;
And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.
THESEUSNow is the mural down between the two neighbours.
DEMETRIUSNo remedy, my lord, when walls are so wilful to hear
without warning.
HIPPOLYTAAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 210This is the silliest stuff that ever I heard.
THESEUSThe best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst
are no worse, if imagination amend them.
HIPPOLYTAIt must be your imagination then, and not theirs.
THESEUSIf we imagine no worse of them than they of
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 215themselves, they may pass for excellent men. Here
come two noble beasts in, a man and a lion.
LionYou, ladies, you, whose gentle hearts do fear
The smallest monstrous mouse that creeps on floor,
May now perchance both quake and tremble here,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 220When lion rough in wildest rage doth roar.
Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, am
A lion-fell, nor else no lion's dam;
For, if I should as lion come in strife
Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.
THESEUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 225A very gentle beast, of a good conscience.
DEMETRIUSThe very best at a beast, my lord, that e'er I saw.
LYSANDERThis lion is a very fox for his valour.
THESEUSTrue; and a goose for his discretion.
DEMETRIUSNot so, my lord; for his valour cannot carry his
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 230discretion; and the fox carries the goose.
THESEUSHis discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour;
for the goose carries not the fox. It is well:
leave it to his discretion, and let us listen to the moon.
MoonshineThis lanthorn doth the horned moon present; —
DEMETRIUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 235He should have worn the horns on his head.
THESEUSHe is no crescent, and his horns are
invisible within the circumference.
MoonshineThis lanthorn doth the horned moon present;
Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be.
THESEUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 240This is the greatest error of all the rest: the man
should be put into the lanthorn. How is it else the
man i' the moon?
DEMETRIUSHe dares not come there for the candle; for, you
see, it is already in snuff.
HIPPOLYTAAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 245I am aweary of this moon: would he would change!
THESEUSIt appears, by his small light of discretion, that
he is in the wane; but yet, in courtesy, in all
reason, we must stay the time.
LYSANDERProceed, Moon.
MoonshineAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 250All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the
lanthorn is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this
thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.
DEMETRIUSWhy, all these should be in the lanthorn; for all
these are in the moon. But, silence! here comes Thisbe.
ThisbeAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 255This is old Ninny's tomb. Where is my love?
Lion Oh —
DEMETRIUSWell roared, Lion.
THESEUSWell run, Thisbe.
HIPPOLYTAWell shone, Moon. Truly, the moon shines with a
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 260good grace.
THESEUSWell moused, Lion.
LYSANDERAnd so the lion vanished.
DEMETRIUSAnd then came Pyramus.
PyramusSweet Moon, I thank thee for thy sunny beams;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 265I thank thee, Moon, for shining now so bright;
For, by thy gracious, golden, glittering gleams,
I trust to take of truest Thisby sight.
But stay, O spite!
But mark, poor knight,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 270What dreadful dole is here!
Eyes, do you see?
How can it be?
O dainty duck! O dear!
Thy mantle good,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 275What, stain'd with blood!
Approach, ye Furies fell!
O Fates, come, come,
Cut thread and thrum;
Quail, crush, conclude, and quell!
THESEUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 280This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would
go near to make a man look sad.
HIPPOLYTABeshrew my heart, but I pity the man.
PyramusO wherefore, Nature, didst thou lions frame?
Since lion vile hath here deflower'd my dear:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 285Which is — no, no — which was the fairest dame
That lived, that loved, that liked, that look'd
with cheer.
Come, tears, confound;
Out, sword, and wound
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 290The pap of Pyramus;
Ay, that left pap,
Where heart doth hop:
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus.
Now am I dead,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 295Now am I fled;
My soul is in the sky:
Tongue, lose thy light;
Moon take thy flight:
Now die, die, die, die, die.
DEMETRIUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 300No die, but an ace, for him; for he is but one.
LYSANDERLess than an ace, man; for he is dead; he is nothing.
THESEUSWith the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and
prove an ass.
HIPPOLYTAHow chance Moonshine is gone before Thisbe comes
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 305back and finds her lover?
THESEUSShe will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and
her passion ends the play.
HIPPOLYTAMethinks she should not use a long one for such a
Pyramus: I hope she will be brief.
DEMETRIUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 310A mote will turn the balance, which Pyramus, which
Thisbe, is the better; he for a man, God warrant us;
she for a woman, God bless us.
LYSANDERShe hath spied him already with those sweet eyes.
DEMETRIUSAnd thus she means, videlicet: —
ThisbeAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 315Asleep, my love?
What, dead, my dove?
O Pyramus, arise!
Speak, speak. Quite dumb?
Dead, dead? A tomb
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 320Must cover thy sweet eyes.
These My lips,
This cherry nose,
These yellow cowslip cheeks,
Are gone, are gone:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 325Lovers, make moan:
His eyes were green as leeks.
O Sisters Three,
Come, come to me,
With hands as pale as milk;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 330Lay them in gore,
Since you have shore
With shears his thread of silk.
Tongue, not a word:
Come, trusty sword;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 335Come, blade, my breast imbrue:
And, farewell, friends;
Thus Thisby ends:
Adieu, adieu, adieu.
THESEUSMoonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead.
DEMETRIUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 340Ay, and Wall too.
BOTTOM No assure you; the wall is down that
parted their fathers. Will it please you to see the
epilogue, or to hear a Bergomask dance between two
of our company?
THESEUSAct 5 Sc 1 Ln 345No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no
excuse. Never excuse; for when the players are all
dead, there needs none to be blamed. Marry, if he
that writ it had played Pyramus and hanged himself
in Thisbe's garter, it would have been a fine
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 350tragedy: and so it is, truly; and very notably
discharged. But come, your Bergomask: let your
epilogue alone.
The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelve:
Lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 355I fear we shall out-sleep the coming morn
As much as we this night have overwatch'd.
This palpable-gross play hath well beguiled
The heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to bed.
A fortnight hold we this solemnity,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 360In nightly revels and new jollity.
PUCKNow the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
All with weary task fordone.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 365Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 370That the graves all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the church-way paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run
By the triple Hecate's team,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 375From the presence of the sun,
Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolic: not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
I am sent with broom before,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 380To sweep the dust behind the door.
OBERONThrough the house give gathering light,
By the dead and drowsy fire:
Every elf and fairy sprite
Hop as light as bird from brier;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 385And this ditty, after me,
Sing, and dance it trippingly.
TITANIAFirst, rehearse your song by rote
To each word a warbling note:
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 390Will we sing, and bless this place.
OBERONNow, until the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray.
To the best bride-bed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 395And the issue there create
Ever shall be fortunate.
So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be;
And the blots of Nature's hand
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 400Shall not in their issue stand;
Never mole, hare lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Despised in nativity,
Shall upon their children be.
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 405With this field-dew consecrate,
Every fairy take his gait;
And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace, with sweet peace;
And the owner of it blest
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 410Ever shall in safety rest.
Trip away; make no stay;
Meet me all by break of day.
PUCKIf we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 415That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 420if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Act 5 Sc 1 Ln 425Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.