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Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that one man hold-When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts. ing troth,

You both are rivals, and love Hermiu' ; A million fail, confounding oath on oath. And now both rivals, to mock Helena :

Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, A trim exploit, a manly enterprise, And Helena of Athens look thou ind:

To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes,
All lancr-sick' she is, and pale of cheer?

With your derision! none, of noble sort,
With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear: Would so oflend a virgin; and extort
By suine illusion see thou bring her here;

A

poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. li charm his eyes, against she do appear.

Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go;

For you love Hermia; this, you know, I know : Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. (Exit. And here, with all good will, with all my heart, Obe. Flower of this purple dye,

In Hermia's love I yield you up my part; Hit with Cupid's archery,

And yours of Helena to me bequeath, Sink in apple of his eye!

Whom I do love, and will do to my death. When his love he doth espy,

Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breathi. Let her shine as gloriously

Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia ; I will none: As the Venus of the sky.

If e'er I lov'd her, 'all that love is gone. When thou wak'st, if she be by,

My heart with her, but as guestwise, sojourn'd; Beg of her for remedy.

And now to Helena is it home return'd,

There to remain.
Re-enter Puck.

Lys.

Helen, it is not so.
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,

Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, Helena is here at hand;

Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear. And the youth, mistook by me,

Look, where thy love comes ; yonder is thy dear. Pleading for a lover's fee;

Enter Hermia.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function
Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make,

takes, Will cause Demetrius to awake.

The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
Puck. Then will two at once, woo one ;

Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
That must needs be sport alone;

It pays the hearing double recompense :-, And those things do best please me,

Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; That befal preposterously.

Mine ear, I think it, broughi me to thy sound.

But why unkindly didst thou leave me so ?
Enter Lysander and Helena.

Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo to go? in scorn ?

Her. What love could press Lysander from my Scord and derision never come in tears:

side? Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him In their nativity all truth appears.

'bide, llow can these things in me seem scorn to you,

Fair Helena ; who more engilds the night Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true Than all yon fiery oess and eyes of light. Hel. You do advance your cunning more and Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee

know, When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so? These vows are Hermia's; Will you give her o'er ? Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be.

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh: Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy! Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three, Will even weigh; and both as light as tales. To fashion this false sport in spite of ine.

Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. Injurious Hermia ! most ungrateful maid ! Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her Have you conspir’d, have you with these contriv'd o'er.

To bait me wiîh this soul derision? Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, Dem. (Awaking.) O Helen, goddess, nymph, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, perfect, divine!

When we have chid the hasty-footed time To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ? For parting us,-0, and is all forgot? Crystal is muddv. O, how ripe in show

All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? Tav lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow! We, Hermia, like two artificial' gods, That pire congealed white, high Taurus' snow, Have with our neelds created both one flower, Fano'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, When thou hold'st up thy hand : O let me kiss Byth warbling of one song, both in one key; This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss ! As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,

Hel. O spite! 'O hell! I see you all are bent Had been incorporate. So we grew together, To set against me for your merriment,

Like to a double cherry, seeming parted; If you were civil, and knew courtesy,

But yet a union in partition,
You would not do me thus much injury.

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem :
Can you not hate me, as I know you do, So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
But you must join, in souls,' to mock me too? Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
If you were men, as men you are in show, Due but to one, and crown'd with one crest.
You would not use a gentle lady so;

And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, To join with men in scorning your poor friend ?

It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly: (1) Love-sick. (2) Countenance. 13) Heartily, (4) Degree. (5) Pay dearly for it. (6) Circles. (7) Ingenious. 191 Weedles.

more.

Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it: Why, then you left me,–0, the gods forbid !Though I alone do feel the injury.

In earnest, shall I say Her. I am amaz'd at your p:issionate words: Lys.

Ay, by my life ; I scorn you noi; it seeins that you scorn me. And never did desire to see ihee more.

Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt, To follow me, and praise my eyes and face? Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest, And made your other love, Demetrius,

That I do hate thee, and love Helena. (Who even but now did spurn ine with his foot,) Fler. O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom !* To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, You thief of love! what, have you come by night, Precious, celestial ! Wherefore speaks he this And stol'n my love's heart from hin: ? To her he hates ? and wherefore doth Lysander Hel.

Fine, i'faith! Deny your love, so rich within his soul,

Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, And teniler me, forsooth, affection;

No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear But by your setting on, by your consent ? Impatient answers from my gentlé tongue ? What though I be not so in grace as you, Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet you! So hung upon with love, so fortunate;

Her. Puppet! why so? Ay, that way goes the But miserable most, to love unlov'd ?

game. This you should pity, rather than despise. Now I perceive that she hath made compare

Her. I understand not what you mean by this. Between our statures, she hath urg'd her height; Hel. Ay, do perséver, counterfeit sad looks, And with her personage, her tall personage, Make mows' upon me when I iurn my back; Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up; And are you grown so high in his esteem, This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. Because I am so dwartish, and so low ? If you have any piiy, grace, or manners, How low am I, thou painted maypole ? speak; You would not make me such an argument. How low am I? I am not yet so low, But, fare ye well: 'tis partly mine own fault; But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy. Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, Lys. Stay, yen:le Helena; hear my excuse;

Let her not hurt me: I was never curst ;) My love, my lífi, my soul, fuir Helena!

I have no gift at all in shrewishness; Hel. O excellent!

I am a right maid for my cowardice; Her.

Sweet, do not scorn her so. Let her not strike me: You, perhaps, may think, Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel. Because she's something lower than myself, Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she en- That I can match her. treat ;

Her.

Lower! hark, again. Thy threats have no more strength, than her weak llel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. prayers.

I evermore did love you, Hermia, Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do ;

Did cver keep your counsels, never wrong'd you;
I swear by that which I will lose for thee, Save, that in love unto Demetrius,
To prove him false, that says I love thee not. I told him of your stealth unto this wood:

Dem. I say, I love thee inore than he can do. He follow'd you; for love, I follow'd him.
Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. But he hath chid me hence; and threaten'd me
Dem. Quick, come, -

To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too:
Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this? And now, so you will let me quiet go,
Lys. Away, you Ethiop!

To Athens will I bear my folly back,
Dem.

No, no, sir :-he will ind follow you no further: Let me go: Seem to break loose; tako on, as you would follow; You see how simple and how fond* I am. But yet come not: You are a tame man, go! Her. Why, get you gone: Who is't that hinders Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr : vile thing, let loose;

Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent. Her. What, with Lysander ? Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change Hel.

With Demetrius. is this,

Lys. Be not afraid : she shall not harm thee, Sweet love?

Helena. Lys. Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, out ! Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you take Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence!

her part. Her. Do you not jest?

Hel. O, when she's angry, she is keen and Hel. Yes, 'sooth; and so do you.

shrewd: Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. She was a vixen, when she went to school ;

Dem. I would, I had your bond; for, I perceive, And, though she be but little, she is fierce. A weak bond holds you; i'll not trust your word. Her. Little again ? nothing but low and little ? Lys. What should I hurt her, strike her, kill Why will you suffer her to flout me thus ? her dead?

Let me come to her. Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.

Lys.

Get you gone, you dwarf ; Her. What, can you do me greater harm, than You minimus, of hind'ring knot-grasss made; hate ?

You bead, you acorn. Hate me! wherefore? 0 me! what news, my love? Dem.

You are too officious, Am not I Hermia ? Are not you Lysander ? In her behalf that scorns your services. as fair now, was

; not of Since night, you lov?d me; yet, since night you Take not licr parts for it thou dost intende

Never so little show of love to her, (1) Wry faces.

(5) Anciently knot-grass was believed to pro(2) A worm that preys on buds of flowers. vent the growth of children. (3) Shrewish or mischievous.

(4) Foolish. (6) Pretend.

you?

left me:

2

Thou shalt aby it.

Here comes one.
Lys.
Now she holds me not; 1

Enter Lysander.
Now follow, if thou dar’st, to try whose right,
Or thine or mine, is most in Helena.

Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak

thou now. Dem. Follow ? nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole.

[Exeunt Lys. and Dem. Puck. Here, villain ; drawn and ready. Where Her. You, mistress, all ihis coil is 'long of you :

art thou ? Nay, yo not back.

Lys. I will be with thee straight.
Hel,
I will not trust you, I;

Pick.

Follow me then Nor longer stay in your curst company.

To plainer ground. Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray;

(Exit Lys, as folloroing the voice, My legs are longer though, to run away. Erit.

Enter Demetrius. Her. I am amaz'd, and know not what to say.

Dem. (Erit, pursuing Helena.

Lysander! speak again. Obe. This is thy negligence: still thou mistak’st, Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ? Or else commit'st thy knaveries wilfully.

Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy

head ? Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. D'd not you tell me, I should know the man Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the By the A henian garments he had on?

stars, And so far blameless proves my enterprise,

Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes :

And wilt not come ? Come, recreant; come, thou And so far am I glad it so did sort,'

child; As this their jangling I esteem a sport.

I'll whip thee with a rod : He is defild
Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a placeto fight: That draws a sword on thee.
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;

Dem.

Yea; art thou there? The starry welkin cover thou anon

Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood With drooping fog, as black as Acheron :

here.

(Exeunt, And lead these testy rivals so astray,

Re-enter Lysander. As one come not within another's way.

Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on; Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, When I come where he calls, then he is gone. Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;

The villain is much lighter heel'd than 1: And sometime rail thou like Demetrius;

I follow'd fast, but faster he did dy;
And from each other look thou lead them thus,

That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep:

And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day!

[Lies down. Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye ; For if but once thou show me thy gray light, Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, To take from thence all error, with his might,

I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. (Sleeps. And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight.

Re-enter Puck and Demetrius. When they nevi wake, all this derision

Puck. Ho, ho! ho, ho! Coward, why com'st Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision ;

thou not ? And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, With league, whose date till death shall never end. Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place;

Dem. Abide me, if thou darst; for well I wot, Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,

And dar’st not stand, nor look me in ihe face. I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy ;

Where art thou ? And then I will her charmed eye release

Puck.

Come hither; I am here. From monster's view, and all things shail be peace.

Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me. Thou shalt Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with

buy this dear, haste;

If ever I thy face by day-light see: For night's swist dragons cut the clouds full fast, Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;

To measure out my length on this cold bed.At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and By duy's approach look to be visited. there,

(Lies down and sleeps. Troop home to church-yards : damned spirits all, That in cross-ways and foods have burial,

Enter Helena. Alieady to their wormy beds are gone;

Hel. O weary night, o long and tedious night, Por fear lest day should look their shames upon, Abate thy hours: 'shine, comforts, from the east; They wilfully themselves exile from light, That I may back to Athens, by day-light, And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night. From those that my poor company detést :

Obe. But we are spirits of another sort; And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, I with the Morning's Lover have ost made sport; Steal me a while from minc own company. (Sleeps. And, like a forester, the groves may tread,

Puck. Yet but three ? Come one more; Even to the eastern gate, all fiery red,

Two of both kinds makes up four. Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,

Here she comes, curst and sad
Turns into rellow gold his salt-green streams.

Cupid is a knavish lad,
But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay : Thus to make poor females mad.
We may effect this business yet ere day.

Exit Oberon.

Enter Hermia.
Puck. Up and down, up and down;

Her. Never so weary, never so in wo,
I will lead them in and down:

Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers; I am fear'd in field and town ;

I can no further crawl, no further co; Goblin, lead them up and down.

My legs can keep no pace with my desires. (1) Happen. (2) Medicinal efficacy. (3) Go. (4) Cephalus, the paramour of Aurora.

а

Here will I rest me, till the break of day. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.
Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! So doth the woodbine, the honeysuckle,

(Lies down. Genily entwist,—the female ivy so
Puck. On the ground

Errings the barky fingers of the elm.
Sleep sound:

10, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
I'll apply

[They sleep. To your eye,

Oberon advances. Enter Puck.
Gentle lover, remedy.

(Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye. Obe. Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this
When thou wak'st,

swcei sight?
Thou tak'st

Her dotage now f do begin to pity,
True delight

For meeting her of late, behind the wood,
In the sight

Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool,
of thy former lady's eye:

I did upbraid her, and fall out with her:
And the country proverb known,

For she his hairy temples then had rounded
That every man should take his own, With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers;
In your waking shall be shown:

And that same dew which sometime on the buds
Jack shall have Jill ;

Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, Nought shall go ill;

Stood now within the pretty flowrets' eyes, The man shall have his mare again, and all shall Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail. be well. (Er. Puck.Dem. Hel. f-c. sleep. 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 ;

Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent
ACT IV.

To bear him to my bower in fairy land.

And now I have the boy, I will undo SCENE 1.- The same. Enter Titania and Bot- This hateful imperfection of her eyes. tom, Fairies attending; Oberon behind unseen.

And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp

From off the head of this Athenian swain; Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, That he awaking when the other do,

While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,' May all to Athens back again repair ;. And stick musk-roses in thy sleck smooth head,

And think no more of this night's accidents, And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.

But as the fierce vexation of a dream. Bot. Where's Peas-blossom ?

But first I will release the fairy queen. Peas, Ready.

Be, as thou wast wont to be; Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.- Where's

(Touching her eyes with an herb. monsieur Cobweb ?

See, as thou

ont to see: Cob. Ready.

Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get

Hath such force and blessed power. your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hip-Now, my, Titania ; wake you, my sweet queen. ped humbie-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good

Tila. My Oberon! What visions have I seen! monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. 'Do not fret Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass. yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and

Obe. There lies your love.

Tila. good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break

How came these things to pass ? not; I would be loath to have you overnown with O, how mine eyes do loath his visage now? a honey bag, signior.-Where's monsieur Mustard- Obe. Silencc, awhile-Robin, take off this head seed ?

Titania, music call; and strike more dead Must. Ready.

Than common sleep, of all these five the sense. Bot. Give me your neis, monsieur Mustard-seed. Tila. Music, ho! music; such as charpeth sleep. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur.

Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own Must. What's your will ?

fool's cyes peep; Bol. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cava

Obe. Sound, music. " [Still music.) Come, my lero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, queen, take hands with me, monsieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. about the face: and I am such a tender ass, if my Now thou and I are new in amity; hair do but tickle me, I inust scratch.

And will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly, Tila. What, wilt thou hear some music, my Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly, sweet love?

And bless it to all fair posterity: Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music: let There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be us have the tongs and the bones.

Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity. Tita. Or, say, sweet love,what thou

desir'st to eat.

Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark; Bot. Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch

I do hear the morning lark. your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad, desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay,

Trip we after the night's shade: hath no fellow.

We the globe can compass soon, Tila. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek

Swifter ihan the wand'ring moon. The squirrel's hoard, and fetch ihee new nuts.

Tita. Come, my lord: and in our flight, Bot. I had rather have a handful, or two, or

Tell me how it came this night, dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your

That I sleeping here was found, people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come

With these mortals, on the ground. [Ereunt. upon me.

(Horns sound within. Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms.

Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train, (1) Stroke. (2) Fist.

The. Go one of you, find out the forester :

:

For now our observation is perform'd:

'Melted as doth the snow, seems to me now
And since we have the vayward' of the day, As the remembrance of an idle gawd,'
My love shall hear the music of my hounds.- Which in my childhood I did dote upon:
Uncouple in the western valley; go:

And all the faith, the virtue of my heart,
Despatch, I say, and find the forester.

The object, and the pleasure of mine eye,
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, Is only Helena. To her, my lord,
And mark the musical confusion

Was I betroth'd ere I saw Hermia :
Oi hounds and echo in conjunction.

But, like in sickness, did I loath this food :
Ilip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear Now do I wish it, love it, long for it,
With hounds of Sparta: never did I hear

And will for evermore be true to it.
Such gallant chiving;' for, besides the groves, The. Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
The skies, the fountains, every region near

or this discourse we more will hear anon.-
Seem'd all one mutual cry: I never heard Egeus, I will overbear your will;
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. For in the temple, by and by with us,
Tise. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan These couples shall eternally be knit.
kind,

And, for the morning now is something worn, So few'd, so sanded; and their heads are hung Our purpos'd hunting shall be set aside. With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Away, with us, to Athens : Three and three, Cook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls; We'll hold a feast in great solemnity.Sbx in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Come, Hippolyta. Each under each. A cry more tuneable

[Exeunt The. Hyp. Ege, and train. Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, Dem. These things seem small, and undistinIn Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:

guishable, Judge, when you hear.—But, sofi; what nymphs Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. are these?

Her. Methinks, I see these things with parted eye, Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep: When every thing seems double. And this, Lysander: this Demetrius is;

Hel.

So methinks : This Helená, old Nedar's Helena :

And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, I wonder of their being here together.

Mine own, and not mine own. The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe Dem.

It seems to me The rite of May; and, hearing our intent, That yet we sleep, we dream.-Do not you think, Cime here in grace of our solemnity.

The duke was here, and bid us follow him? But, speak, Egeus; is not this the day

Hel.

And Hippolyta. Thai Hermia should give answer of her choice ? Her. Yea: and my father. Eze. It is, my lord.

Lys. And he did bid us follow to the temple. The. Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with Dem. Why then, we are awake: let's follow him; their horns.

And, by the way, let us recount our dreams. (Exe. Horns, and shout rilhin. Demetrius, Lysander, As they go out, Bottom awakes. Herinia, and Helena, wake and start up.

Bot. When my cue comes, call me, and I will The. Good-morrow, friends. St. Valentine is past; answer ;-my next is, Most fair Pyramus.-Hcy, Berin teze wood-birds but to couple now ? ho!-Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Lys. Pardon, mr bord.

Snout, the tinker? Starveling! God's my life! (Ile and the rest kneel to Theseus. stolen' hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most The.

I pray you all, stand up. rare vision. 'I have had a dream,--past the wit of I know, you are two rival enemies :

man to say wha: dream it was: Man is but an ass, How comes this gentle concord in the world, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought That haired is so far from jealousy,

I was—there is no man call tell what. Methought To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity ?

I was, and methought I had, -But man is but a Lys, My lord, I shall reply amazedly,

patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought Hali 'sleep, half waking: But as yet, I swear, I had. The eye of inan hath not heard, the ear of I cannot truly say how I came here:

man hath not seen; mun's hand is not able to taste, But, as I think, (for truly would I speak,-- his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what And now I do bethink me, so it is ;)

my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a I came with Herinia hither; our intent

ballad of this dream : it shall be called Bottom's W 28, to be gone from Athens, where we might be Dream, because it hath no bottom: and I will sing Without the peril of the Athenian law.

it in the latter end of a play, before the duke : Ege. Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough; Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall I beg the law, the law, upon his head.

sing it at her death.

(Exit. They would have stal'n away, they would, Demetrius,

SCENE II.--Athens. A room in Quince's Thereby to have defeated you and me:

House, Enter Quince, Flute, Snout, and You, of your wife; and me of my consent ; Starveling. of my consent that she should be your wife.

Dem. My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Quin. Have you sent to Bottom's house ? is ho of this their purpose hither, to this wood; come home yet? And I in fury hither follow'd them;

Star. He cannot be heard of. Out of doubt, he Fair Helena in fancy following me.

is transported. But, my good lord, I wot not by what power Flu. If he come not, then the play is marred; (But by some power it is,) my love to Hermia, It goes not forward, doth it?

Quin. is not possible: you have not

man in (1) Forepart (2) Sound. (3) The flews are the large chaps of a hound.

(4) Love.

(5) Toy. U

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