Like Tears that did their own Disgrace bewail. Be thou as thou waft wont to be; Now, my Titania wake you my fweet Queen." Ob. There lies your Love. Queen. How came thefe Things to pafs? Than common Sleep. Of all thefe find the Senfe. Puck. When thou awak'ft, with thine own Fools Eyes peep. Ob. Sound Mafick; come my Queen, take Hand with me, And rock the Ground whereon thefe Sleepers be. Now thou and I are new in Amity, And will to Morrow Midnight folemnly There fhall thefe Pairs of faithful Lovers be Puck Puck. Fair King attend and mark, Ob. Then my Queen in Silence fad, Queen. Come my Lord, and in our Flight, Swifter than the wandring Moon. Tell me how it came this Night, That I fleeping here was found, With thefe Mortals on the Ground. [Sleeper's lye ftill. [Exeunt [Wind Horns Enter Thefeus, Egeus, Hippolita and all his Train. We will, fair Queen, up to the Mountain's Top, Of Hounds, and Eccho in conjunction. Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, Thef. My Hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, Judge when you hear. But foft, what Nymphs are the fe And this Lyfander, this Demetrius is, This Helena, old Nedar's Helena; I wonder of this being here together. Thef. Thef. No doubt they rofe up early, to obferve That Hermia fhould give Anfwer of her Choice? Thef. Go bid the Huntsmen wake them with their Horns. Begin these Wood-birds but to couple now? Thef. I pray you all stand up: I know you two are Rival Enemies. I came with Hermia hither. Our Intent Ege. Enough, enough, my Lord, you have enough; They would have foll'naway, they would, Demetrius, you You of your Wife, and me of my Confent; Of my Confent that the fhould be your Wife. Dem. My Lord, fair Helen told me of their Stealth, Of this their Purpose hither to the Wood. And I in Fury hither follow'd them Fair Helena in Fancy follow'd me: But, my good Lord, I wot not by what Power, But by fome Power it is, my Love To Hermia, melted as the Snow, Seems to me now as the Remembrance of an idle Guade, And all the Faith, the Virtue of my Heart, Is only Helena. To her, my Lord, Thes. Fair Lovers you are fortunately met; [Exit Duke and Lords. Dem. These Things feem fmall and undiftinguishable, Like far-off Mountains turned into Clouds. Her. Methinks I fee these things with parted Eye, When every thing feems double. Hel. So methinks; And I have found Demetrius like a Jewel; Mine own, and not mine own. Dem. It feems fo to me, That we fleep, we dream. Do not you think The Duke was here, and bid us follow him? Her. Yea, and my Father, Hel. And Hippolita. Lyf. And he bid us follow to the Temple. Dem. Why then we are awake; let's follow him, and by the Way let us recount our Dreams. [Exeunt. [ Bottom wakes. Bot. When my Cue comes, call me, and I will anfwer. My next is, Moft fair Pyramus----Hey ho, Peter Quince! Flute the Bellows-mender! Snout the Tinker! Starveling! God's my Life! Stol'n hence, and left me afleep. I have had a moft rare Vision. I had a Dream paft the Wit of Man to fay what Dream it was: Man is but an Afs 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 patch'd Fool, if he will offer to fay what methought methought I had. The Eye of Man hath not heard, the Ear of Man hath not feen; Man's Hand is not able to tafte, his Tongue to conceive, nor his Heart to report what my Dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a Ballad of this Dream; it shall be call'd Bottom's Dream, because it hath no Bottom; and I will fing it in the latter End of a Play before the Duke: Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I fhall fing it at her Death. [Exit. Enter Quince, Flute, Thisby, Snowt and Starveling. Quin. Have you fent to Bottom's Houfe? Is he come Home yet? Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt he is tranfported. This. If he come not, then the Play is marr'd. It goes forward, doth it? Quin. It is not poffible; you have not a Man in all Athens able to discharge Pyramus but he. Thif. No, he hath fimply the beft Wit of any Handycraft Man in Athens. Quin. Yea, and the best Perfon too; and he is a very Paramour for a fweet Voice. Thif. You must fay, Paragon; a Paramour is (God bless us) a Thing of naught. Enter Snug. Snug. Mafters, the Duke is coming from the Temple, and there is two or three Lords and Ladies more married; If our Sport had gone forward, we had all been made Men. Thif. Ofweet Bully Bottom; thus hath he loft Six penco a Day during his Life; he could not have 'fcap'd Six pence a Day; and the Duke had not given him Six pence a Day for Playing Pyramus, I'll be hang'd: He would have deferv'd it. Six pence a Day in Pyramus, or nothing. Enter Bottom. Bot. Where are thefe Lads? Where are thefe Hearts? Quin. Bottom, O moft couragious Day! O moft happy Hour! Bot. Mafters, I am to difcourfe Wonders; but ask me not what; for if I tell you, I am no true Athenian. I will tell you every thing as it fell out. |