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You can endure the livery of a nun;
Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years ; For ayer to be in shady cloister inew'd,
Her. O spite! too old to be engag'd to young! Tolve a barren sister all your life,
Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of Trier.ds. Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Fler. O hell! to choose love by another's eye! Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, To undergo such maiden pilgrimage:
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it;
Making it momentary as a sound,
Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, Ere I will yield my virgin patent
And ere a man hath power to say,-Behold!
yoke The jaws of darkness do devour it up: My soul consents not to give sovereignty. So quick bright things come to confusion. The. Take time to pause: and, by the next new Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd,
It stands as an edict in destiny: (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, Then iet us teach our trial patience, For everiasung bond of fellowship,)
Because it is a customary cross; Upon that day either prepare to die,
As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and Für disobedience to your father's will;
sighs, Or eise, to wed Demetrius, as he would:
Wishes, and tears, poor fancy'ss followers. Or on Diana's altar to protest,
Lys. A good persuasion ; therefore, hear me, For aye austerity and single life.
Hermia. Deil. Relent, 'sweet Hermia ;-And, Lysander, I have a widow aunt, a dowager yield
Or great revenue, and she haih no child: Thy crazed title to my certain right.
From Athens is her house remote seven leagues; Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius; And she respects me as her only son. Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee;
£ze. Scornful Lysander ! true, he hath my love; And to that place the sharp. Athenian law And what is mine my love shall render him; Cannot pursue us : if thou lov'st me then, Ad she is mine, and all any right of her Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night; I do estate uuto Demetrius.
And in the wood, a league without the town, Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, Where I did meet thee once with Helena, As weil possess d; my love is more than his; To do observance to a morn of May, M; Kurtunes every way as fairly rank’d,
There will I siay for thee. Is not with vantage, as Demetrius';
My good Lysander :
By his best arrow with the golden head;
By that which knitteth souls, and prospers lores; Mic love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, And by that fire which burn’d the Carthage queen, And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, When ihe false Trojan under sail was seen; Deroutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
By all the vows that ever men have broke, Upon th's spotted and inconstant man.
In number more than ever women spoke;Tht. I must confess, that I have heard so much, In that same place thou hast appointed me, And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. But, being over-full of self-affairs,
Lys. Keep promise, love: look, here comes My mind did lose it.-But, Demetrius, come;
Helena. And come, Egeus; you shall go with
me, I have some private schooling for you both.
Enter Helena, For yo:1, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself Her. God specd fair Helena! Whither away? To fit your fancies to your father's will;
Hel. Call you me fair ? that Eir again unsay. Or else the law of Athens yield you up
Demetrius loves your fair : 0 happy fair! (Which by no means we may extenuate,) Your eyes are lode-stars;and your tongue's sweet To dea h, or to a vow of single lise.
air Como, my Hippolyta; what cheer, my love ? More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, Deme rius, and Egeus, go along :
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. I must employ you in some business
Sickness is catching ; ( were lavour' so! Against our nuptial; and conser with you Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; Of something nearly' that concerns yourselves. My car should catch your voice, my eye your eye, Eze. With duty and desire we follow you. Mytongue should catch yourtong'ue's sweet melody,
(Ereunt 'řhes. Hip. Ege. Dem. and train. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek The rest I'll give to be to you translated. so pale ?
0, teach me how you look; and with what art Hor chance the roses there do fade so fast? Yon sway the motion of Demetrius' heart,
Her. Belike for want of rain; which I could well Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. Beteen them from the tempest of mine eyes. Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read,
such skill! Could ever hear by tale or history,
Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. The course of true love never did run smooth: Hel. 0, that my prayers could such affection But, either it was different in blood;
move! Her. O cross ! too high to be enthrall’d to low! Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me,
Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. (1) Ever. (2) Wicked. (3) Give, bestow. (4) Black. (5) Lovers. (6) Pole-stars.
Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. ble comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Hel. None, but your beauty ; 'would that fault Thisby. were mine!
Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my and a merry: - Now, good Peter Quince, call forth face;
your actors by the scioll: Masters, spread yourLysander and myself will fly this place.
selves. Before the time I did Lysander see,
Quin. Answer, as I call you.-Nick Bottom, Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:
the weaver. O then, what graces in my love do dwell,
Bot. Ready: name what part I am for, and proThat he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell !
ceed. Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Py To-morrow night when Phæhe doth behold Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass,
Bol. What is Pyramus ? a lover, or a tyrant? Docking with liquid pearl the bladed grass
Quin. A lover, that kills himselí most gallantly (A time that lovers' Nights doth stili conceal,) for love. Through Athens' gates have we devisd to steal. Bol. That will ask some tears in the true per
Her. And in the wood, where often you and I forming of it: If I do it, let the audience look to
“ The raging rocks, Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us,
“ With shivering shocks, And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius !
“Shall break the locks Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight
" Or prison-gates: From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight.
“ And Phibbus' car (Erit Hermia.
“ Shall shine from far, Lys. I will, my Hermia.--Helena, adieu:
" And make and mar As you on him, Demetrius dote on you!
" The foolish lates."
[Exit Lysander. This was lofty!-Now name the rest of the playHel. How happy some, o'er other some can be ! ers. This is Ercles' vein; a tyrant's vein; a lover Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. is more condoling. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. He will not know what all but he do know,
Flu. Ilere, Peter Quince. And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
Quin. You must take Thisby on you. So I, admiring of his qualities,
Flu. What is Thisby! a wandering knight? Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; have a beard coming. And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind : Quin. That's all one; you shall play it in a Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; mask, and you may speak as small as you will. Wings, and no eres, figure unheedy haste:
Bol. An I may ħ de my face, let me play Thisby And therefore is love said to be a child,
|too: I'll speak in a monstrous little voice ;-ThisBecause in choice he is so oft beguil'd.
ne, Thisne,- Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy As waggish boys in game' themselves forswear, Thisby dear! and lady dear! So the boy love is perjur'd every where:
Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus, and, For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,? Flute, you Thisby. He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine; Bot. Well, proceed. And when this hail some heat from Hermia selt, Quin, Robin Starveling, the tailor. So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did melt. Star. Here, Peter Quince. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:
Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night, mother.-Tom Snout, the tinker. Pursue her; and for this intelligence
Snout. Here, Peter Quince. If I have thanks, it is a dear expense:
Quin. You, fyramus's father; myoelf, Thisby's But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
father ;-Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part:To have his sight thither, and back again. [Exil. and, I hope, here is a play fitted.
Snug: Have you the lion's part written ? pray SCENE II.—The same. A room in a Coltage. you, it'it be, give it me, for I am slow of study.
Enter Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, Quince, and Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing Starveling.
Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that Quin. Is all our company here?
I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will Bot. You were best to call them generally, man roar, that I will make the duke say, Let him roar by man, according to the scrip.
again, Let him roar again. Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name, Quin. . An you should do it too terribly, you which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in would fright the duchess and the ladies, that they our interlude before the duke and duchess, on his would shriek : and that were enough to hang us all. wedding-day at night.
All. That would hang us every mother's son. Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the Bot. I grant you, friends, it that you should play treats on; then read the names of’the actors; fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have and so grow to a point.
no more discretion but to hang us: but I will agQuin. Marry, our play is—The most lamenta- gravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently
as any sucking dove; I will roar you an' twera (1) Sport (2) Eyes.
(3) As if. lany nightingale.
Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus: for Calld Robin Good-fellow: are you not he, Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as That fright the maidens of the villagery; one shall see in a summer's day; 'a most lovely, Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern,' gentleman-like man; therefore you must needs And bootless make the breathless housewife churn; play Pyramus.
And sometime make the drink to bcar no barm ; Bot. Well, I will undertake it. What beard Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm: were I best to play it in?
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck: Bt. I will discharge it in either your straw- Are not you he ? coloured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your Puck.
Thou speak'st aright;
I jest to Oberon, and make him sinile, Quin. Sume of your French crowns have no hair When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, at all, and then you will play bare-faced.-But, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: masters, here are your parts : and I am to entreat And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, yol, request you, and desire you, to con them by In very likeness of a roasted crab;' tu-morrow night: and meet me in the palace wood, And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, a mile without the town, by moon-light; there will And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the alc. we rehearse : for if we meet in the city, we shall The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, be dogy'd with company, and our devices known. Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me: In the mean time I will draw a bill of properties,' Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not. And tailor cries, and falls into a cough;
Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe, more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains; And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear be perfect; adieu.
A merrier hour was never wasted there.-
But room, Facry, here comes Oberon.
train, and Titania, at another, with hers. ACT II.
Obe. Ill met by moon-light, proud Titania. SCENE I. A wood near Alhens. Enter a Fairy Tita. What, jealous Oberon ? Fairy, skip hence; at one door, and Puck at another.
I have forsworn his bed and company.
Obe. Tarry, rash wanton; Am not I thy lord ?
When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,
Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
Come from the farthest steep of India ?
But that forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love,
To Theseus must be wedded; and you come
Obe. How canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta, In those freckles live their savours : Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ? I must go seek some dew-drops here,
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
night Farewell, thou lobe of spirits, l'll be gone; From Peri renia, whom he ravished ? Our queen and all her elves come here anon. And make him with fair Æglé break his faith,
Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to-night; With Ariadne, and Antiopa ? Take heed, ihe queen come not within his sight. Tila. These are the forgeries of jealousy: For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
And never, since the middle summer's spring, Because that she, as her attendant, háth
Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king; By paved sountain, or by rushy brook, She never had so sweet a changeling:
Or on the beached margent of the sea, And jealous Oberon would have the child To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild : But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport: But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy, Therefore the winds, pining to us in vain, Crowns him with powers, and makes him all her As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea joy:
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, And now they never meet in grove, or green, Have every peltinglo river made so proud, By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen, That they have overborne their continents :' But they do square ;c that all their elves, for fear, The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there. The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green coro Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard: quite,
The fold stands empty in the drowned field, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock;
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