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When the false Trojan under sail was seen ; Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; By all the vows that ever men have broke,

And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. In number more than ever women spoke;

Nor hath love's mind of any judgement taste; In that same place thou hast appointed me, Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste : To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.

And therefore is love said to be a child, Lys. Keep promise, love: Look, here comes Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd. Helena.

As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,

So the boy Love is perjur'd every where :

For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne, Her. God speed fair Helena! Whither away? He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine ;

Hel. Call you me fair ? that fair again unsay. And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, Demetrius loves your fair : O happy fair !

So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did melt. Your eyes are lode-stars ; and your tongue's sweet I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight : air

Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night, More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,

Pursue her; and for this intelligence When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.

If I have thanks, it is a dear expence : Sickness is catching ; 0, were favour so!

But herein mean I to enrich my pain, Your's would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go ; To have his sight thither and back again. [Erit. My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet

SCENE II. The same. A Room in a Cottage.
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, Enter Syug, BOTTOM, FLUTE, SNOUT, QUINCE, and
The rest I'll give to be to you translated.

O, teach me how you look ; and with what art
You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart.

Quin. Is all our company here?
Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still.

Bot. You were best to call them generally, man Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles by man, according to the scrip. such skill!

Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name, Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in Hel. O, that my prayers could such affection

our interlude before the duke and duchess, on his move!

wedding-day at night. Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me.

Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me.

treats on ; then read the names of the actors; and Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. so grow to a point. Hel. None. but your beauty; 'Would that fault Quin. Marry, our play is — The most lamentable were mine!

comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my face;

Thisby. Lysander and myself will fly this place.


. A very good piece of work, I assure you, Before the time I did Lysander see,

and a merry

Now, good Peter Quince, call forti Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:

your actors by the scroll : Masters, spread yourselves. O then, what graces in my love do dwell,

Quin. Answer, as I call you. Nick Bottom, the That he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell ! Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold :

Bot. Ready. Name what part I am for, anc To-morrow night when Phæbe doth behold

proceed. Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass,

Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Py. Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, (A time that lovers' Aights doth still conceal,)

Bot. What is Pyramus ? a lover, or a tyrant? Through Athen's gates have we devis'd to steal. Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly Her. And in the wood, where often you and I

for love. Upon faint primrose beds were wont to lie,

Bot. That will ask some tears in the true per Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet ;

forming of it: If I do it, let the audience look ti There my Lysander and myself shall meet : their eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes,

some measure. To the rest :- Yet my chief humou To seek new friends and stranger companies.

is for a tyrant : I could play Ercles rarely, or a par Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us,

to tear a cat in, to make all split. And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius! Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight

“ The raging rocks, From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight.

“ With shivering shocks,

« Shall break the locks [Erit HERM.

“ Of prison-gates : Lys. I will, my Hermia. Helena adieu :

" And Phibbus' car As you on him, Demetrius dote on you !

“ Shall shine from far, (Exit Lys.

" And make and mar Hel. How happy some, o'er other some can be !

« The foolish fates." Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so ; This was lofty! - Now name the rest of the players He will not know what all but he do know.

- This is Ercles’ vein, a tyrant's vein; a lover i And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,

more condoling. So I, admiring of his qualities.

Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. Things base and vile, holding no quantity,

Flu. Here, Peter Quince. Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Quin. You must take Thisby on you.

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Fiu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? Bot. I grant you, friends, if that you should Quiz. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have

Fix. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; 1 no more discretion but to hang us : but I will aghave a beard coming.

gravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently Quiz That's all one; you shall play it in a mask, as any sucking dove; I will roar you an 'twere any and you may speak as small as you will.

nightingale. Bet. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus : for too: I'll speak in a monstrous little voice; - Thisne, Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as Teise, - Al, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy Thisby one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, deur ! and lady dear!

gentleman-like man ; therefore you must needs play Qain. No, no; you must play Pyramus, and, Pyramus. Flute, you Thisby.

Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard were Bet. Well, proceed.

I best to play it in? Quin. Robin Starveling, the tailor.

Quin. Why, what you will. Sar. Here, Peter Quince.

Bot. I will discharge it in either your strawQuan. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's coloured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your purmother. – Tom Snout, the tinker.

ple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-colour Sout. Here, Peter Quince.

beard, your perfect yellow. Quir. You, Pyramnus's father ; myself, Thisby's Quin. Some of your French crowns have no hair

Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part :- at all, and then you will play bare-faced.--But, mas2od, I hope, here is a play fitted.

ters; here are your parts: and I am to entreat you, Fung, Have you the lion's part written ? pray request you, and desire you, to con them by to feu, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study. morrow night ; and meet me in the palace wood, a

Qua. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing mile without the town, by moon-light; there will but roaring.

we rehearse : for if we meet in the city, we shall be Bt. Let me play the lion too : I will roar, that dog'd with company, and our devices known. In I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will the mean time I will draw a bill of properties, such rox, that I will make the duke say, Let him roar as our play wants. I pray you fail me not. aia, Let him roar again.

Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse Quim. An you should do it too terribly, you more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains ; be reald fright the duchess and the ladies, that they perfect; adieu. Fuld shriek; and that were enough to hang us all. Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.

41. That would hang us every mother's son, Bot. Enough; Hold, or cut bow-strings. (Exeunt.

Esther ;


SCENE I. - A Wood near Athens. And now they never meet in grove, or green,

By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen, Enter a Fairy at one door, and Puck at another.

But they do square ; that all their elves, for fear, Pecs. How now, spirit! whither wander you? Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there. Fei. Over hill, over dale,

Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making Thorough bush, thorough briar,

quite, Over park, over pale,

Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, Thorough flood, thorough fire,

Call’d Robin Good-fellow: are you not he, I do wander every where,

That fright the maidens of the villagery; Swifter than the moones sphere;

Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern, And I serve the fairy queen,

And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; To dev her orbs upon the green:

And sometime make the drink to bear no barm; The cowslips tall her pensioners be ;

Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm ? In their goid coats spots you see ;

Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, Those be rubies, fairy favours,

You do their work, and they shall have good luck : In those freckles live their savours :

Are not you he? I must go seek some dew-drops here,


Thou speak’st aright; And lang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

I am that merry wanderer of the night.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits, I'll be gone;

I jest to Oberon, and make him smile,
Our queen and all our elves come here anon. When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Puti. The king doth keep his revels here to Neighing in likeness of a filly foal :

And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl,
Take heed, the queen come not within his sight. In very likeness of a roasted crab ;
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,

And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, Beczase that she, as her attendant, bath

And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king;

The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, She never bad so sweet a changeling:

Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; and jealous Oberon would have the child

Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild : And tailor cries, and falls into a cough ; But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy, And then the whole quire hold their hips, and Cross him with flowers, and makes him all her joy:


And waxen in their mirth, and neeze and swear Tita.

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

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

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

Full often hath she gossip'd by my side ;

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

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

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

Following (her womb, then rich with my young Obe. Tarry, rash wanton; Am not I thy lord ?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

grove, Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy : Till I torment thee for this injury. — And never, since the middle summer's spring, My gentle Puck, come hither: Thou remember'st Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,

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

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

Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, That the rude sea grew civil at her song; But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,

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


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

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

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

Cupid all arm’d: a certain aim he took The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, At a fair vestal, throned by the west; The ploughman lost his sweat ; and the green corn And loos’d his love-shaft smartly from his bow, Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard : As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : The fold stands empty in the drowned field, But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon; The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud; And the imperial vot'ress passed on, And the quaint mazes in the wanton green,

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

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : The human mortals want their winter here; It fell upon a little western flower, No night is now with hymn or carol blest : -- Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound, Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, And maidens call it love-in-idleness. Pale in her anger, washes all the air, .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bat who comes here? I am invisible;

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

Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows; Enter DEMETRIUS, Helena following him.

Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine,

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

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

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

And make her full of hateful fantasies. Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove : Hd. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; A sweet Athenian lady is in love But yet you draw not iron, for my heart

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

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

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

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

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

[Ereunt. l'se me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,

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

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

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

Then, for the third part of a minute, hence ;
Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings,

Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;
For I am sick, when I do look on thee.
Hd. And I am sick, when I look not on you.

To make my small elves coats; and some, keep back Dex. You do impeach your modesty too much,

The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders To leare the city, and commit yourself

At our quaint spirits : Sing me now asleep; Into the hands of one that loves you not ;

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

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

Hd. Your virtue is my privilege for that.

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

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

Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong; Na doth this wood lack worlds of company,

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

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

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

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

Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Hd. The wilde: hath not such a heart as you.

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

So, good night, with lullaby.
Apollo lies, and Daphne holds the chase;
De dore pursues the griffin; the mild hind

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

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

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

Worm, nor snail, do no offence.
But I still do thee mischief in the wood.

. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, Ya to ne mischief. Fye, Demetrius !

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

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

One, aloof, stand sentinel. We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.

[Exeunt Fairies. TITANIA sleeps. In follow thee, and make a beaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

Enter OBERON. (Exeunt Dem. and HEL. Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake, Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave

[Squeezes the flower on TrTANIA's eye-lids.

Do it for thy true-love take;
Tkon shalt fy hiro, and he shall seek thy love. – Love and languish for his sake;

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

Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
la thoa the flower there? Welcome wanderer. In thy eye that shall appear
Pudi. Ay, there it is.

When thou wak'st, it is thy dear;

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



this grove,

I mean,


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

For beasts that meet me, run away for fear :
And to speak troth, I have forgot our way ;

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

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

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

But who is here ? — Lysander ! on the ground ! For I upon this bank will rest my head.

Dead ? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound ! Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;

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

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


(Waking, Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.

Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence; That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Love takes the meaning, in love's conference.

Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word that my heart unto yours is knit;

Is that vile name, to perish on my sword ? So that but one heart we can make of it:

Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so: Two bosoms interchained with an oath;

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


Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content. Then, by your side no bed-room me deny;

Lys. Content with Hermia ? No: I do repent For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.

The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Her. Lysander riddles very prettily : -
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,

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

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

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

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

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

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

And touching now the point of human skill,

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

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

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

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

born ? press'd!

[They sleep. Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man,

When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn? Enter Puck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

0, that a lady, of one man refus'd,
Despised the Athenian maid ;

Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! (Esit. And here the maiden, sleeping sound, Lys. She soes not Hermia : - Hermia, sleep On the dank and dirty ground.

thou there;
Pretty soul! she durst not lie

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Her. (starting.) Help me, Lysander, belp me Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Deme

do thy best, trius.

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

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

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

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

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

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