Lyf. Get you gone, you Dwarf, You Minimus, of hindring Knot-grafs made, Dem. You are too officious In her behalf that fcorns your Services. Let her alone, fpeak not of Helena, Take not her part: For if thou doft intend Never fo little fhew of Love to her, Thou shalt abide it. Lyf. Now he holds me not, Now follow if thou dar'ft, to try whofe Right Of thine or mine is moft in Helena. Dem. Follow? Nay, I'll go with thee Cheek by Jowl. [Exit Lylander and Demetrius. Her. You Miftrefs, all this Coyl is long of you: Nay, go not back. Hel. I will not truft you, Nor longer ftay in your curft Company. Your Hands than mine are quicker for a Fray, Enter Oberon and Puck. Ob. This is thy Negligence, still thou mistak'st, Puck. Believe me, King of Shadows, I mistook: And from each other look thou lead them thus, D 3 [Exeunt. 'Till 'Till o'er their Brows, Death-counterfeiting Sleep I'll to my Queen, and beg her Indian Boy; From Monsters view, and all things fhall be Peace. At whofe approach, Ghofts wandring here and there For fear left Day fhould look their Shames upon, I with the Morning-Love have oft made fport, We may effect this Bufinefs yet e'er Day. [Exit Oberon. Puck. Up and down, up and down, I will lead them up and down: I am fear'd in Field and Town, Goblin, lead them up and down. Here comes one. Enter Lyfander. Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? Speak thou now. Puck. Here, Villain, drawn and ready. Where art thou? Pusk. Follow me then to plainer Ground. Enter Enter Demetrius Dem. Lyfander, fpeak again; Thou Run-away, thou Coward, art thou fled? And wilt not come? Come Recreant, come chou Child, That draws a Sword on thee. Dem. Yea, art thou there? Puck. Follow my Voice, we'll try no Manhood here. [Exe. Lyf. He goes before me, and ftill dares me on, When I come where he calls me, then he's gone. The Villain is much lighter heel'd than I: I follow'd faft, but fafter he did fly; [Shifting places. And here will reft me. Come thou gentle Day: [Lyes down. Enter Puck and Demetrius. Puck. Ho, ho, ho, Coward why com'ft thou not? Thou runn'ft before me, fhifting every place, Where art thou? Puck. Come hither, I am here. Dem. Nay then thou mock'ft me; thou shalt buy this dear, If ever I thy Face by Day-light fee. Now go thy way: Faintnefs constraineth me, To measure out my length on this cold Bed, Enter Helena, [Lyes down. Hel. O weary Night, O long and tedious Night, And Sleep, that fometimes fhuts up Sorrow's Eye, Here he comes, curft and fad, [Sleeps Cupid is a knavish Lad. Thus to make poor Females mad. Enter Hermia. Her. Never fo weary, never fo in Woe. My Legs can keep no Pace with my Defires: Heav'ns fhield Lyfander, if they mean a Fray. [Lyes down. I'll apply to your Eye, gentle Lover, remedy. [Squeezing the Juice on Lyfander's Eye. When thou wak'ft thou tak'st True Delight in the Sight of former Lady's Eye, And the Country Proverb known, That every Man fhould take his own, In your waking fhall be known. Jack fhall have Jill, naught fhall go ill, The Man fhall have his Mare again, and all be well. [Ex. Puck. [They fleep. A C T IV. SCENE I. Euter Queen of Fairies, Bottom, Fairies attending, and the Queen. While I thy amiable Cheeks do coy, And stick Musk Rofes in thy fleek-fmooth Head, Bot. Where's Peafebloffom? Peafe. Ready. Bot. Scratch my Head, Peafebloffom. Where's Monfieur Cobweb? Cob. Ready. Bot. Monfieur Cobweb, good Monfieur get your Weapons in your Hand. and kill me a red-hipt Humble-Bee on the Top of a Thiftle, and good Monfieur bring me the Honey-bag. Do not fret your felf too much in the Action, Monfieur; and good Monfieur have a Care the Honey-bag break not; I would be loth to have you ove flown with a Honey-bag, Signior. Where's Monfieur Mustardfeed? Muft. Ready. Bot. Bot. Give me your News, Monfieur Mustard; Pray you leave your Curtefie, good Monfieur. Muft. What's your Will? Bot. Nothing, good Monfieur, but to help Cavalero Cobweb to fcratch, I muft to the Barbers, Monfieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the Face. And I am fuch a tender Afs, if my Hair doth but tickle me, I must fcratch. Queen. What, wilt thou hear fome Mufick, my fweet Love? Bot. I have a reasonable good Ear in Mufick, let us have the Tongs and the Bones. Mufick Tongs, Rural Mufick. Queen. Or fay, fweet Love, what-thou defir'ft to cat. Bot. Truly a Peck of Provender; I would munch your good dry Oats. Methinks I have a great Defire to a Bot tle of Hay: Good Hay, fweet Hay hath no Fellow. Queen. I have a venturous Fairy That fhall feek the Squirrels Hoard, And fetch thee new Nuts. Bet. I had rather have a handful of dried Peale. But I pray you let none of your People ftir me, I have an Expofition of Sleep come upon me. Queen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my Arms; Fairies be gone, and be always away: So doth the Woodbine the fweet Hony-fuckle Gently entwift; the female Ivy fo Enrings the barky Fingers of the Elm. O how I love thee! how I dote on thee! Ob. Welcome, good Robin; Seeft thou this fweet Sight? Her Dotage now I do begin to pity; |