Her. Never fo weary, never fo in Woe.
Bedabbled with the Dew, and torn with Briars,
I can no further crawl, no further go;

My Legs can keep no Pace with my Defires:
Here will I reft me 'till the break of Day;

Heav'ns fhield Lyfander, if they mean a Fray. [Lyes down.
Puck. On the Ground fleep found,

I'll apply to your Eye, gentle Lover, remedy.

[Squeezing the Juice on Lyfander's Eye.

When thou wak'ft thou tak❜ft

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 shall 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 King behind them.

Queen. COF

Ome, fit thee down upon this flowry Bed,
While I thy amiable Cheeks do coy,

And stick Musk Rofes in thy fleek-fmooth Head,
And kifs thy fair large Ears, my gentle Joy.

Bot. Where's Peafebloffom?

Pease. 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 overflown with a Honey-bag, Signior. Where's Monfieur Muftardfeed? 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 scratch, 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 Musick.

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 Peafe. 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!
Enter Puck.

Ob. Welcome, good Robin;

Seeft thou this fweet Sight?

Her Dotage now I do begin to pity;
For meeting her of late hehind the Wood,
Seeking fweet Favours for this hateful Fool,
I did upbraid her, and fall out with her;
For the his hairy Temples then had rounded
With Coronet of fresh and fragrant Flowers,
And that fame Dew which fometime on the Buds
Was wont to fwell like round and orient Pearls,
Stood now within the pretty Flouriets Eyes,

Like Tears that did their own Difgrace bewail.
When I had at my Pleasure taunted her,
And the in mild Terms begg'd my Patience,
I then did ask of her, her changeling Child,
Which straight she gave me, and her Fairy fent
To bear him to my Bower in Fairy Land;
And now I have the Boy, I will undo
This hateful Imperfection of her Eyes:
And, gentle Puck, take this transformed Scalp
From off the Head of this Athenian Swain;
That he awaking when the others do,
May all to Athens back again repair,
And think no more of this Night's Accidents,
But as the fierce Vexation of a Dream.
But first I will releafe the Fairy Queen.

Be thou as thou waft wont to be;

See as thou waft wont to fee:
Dian's Bud, or Cupid's Flower,

Hath fuch Force and bleffed Power.

Now, my Titania wake you my fweet Queen,
Queen. My Oberon! what Vifions have I feen!
Methought I was enamoured of an Afs.

Ob. There lies your Love.

Queen. How came thefe Things to pass?
Oh how mine Eyes do loath this Vifage now!
Ob. Silence a while; Robin take off his Head,
Titania, Mufick call, and ftrike more dead

Than common Steep. Of all thefe find the Sense.
Queen, Mufick, ho Mufick; fuch as charmeth Sleep.
Mufick ftill.

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
Dance in Duke. Thefens Houfe triumphantly,
And blefs it to all fair Pofterity:

There fhall thefe Pairs of faithful Lovers be
Wedded with Thefeus all in Jollity.

Puck

Puck. Fair King attend and mark,
I do hear the Morning Lark.

Ob. Then my Queen in Silence fad,
Trip we after the Night's Shade;
We the Globe can compafs foon,
Swifter than the wandring Moon.

Queen. Come my Lord, and in our Flight,

Tell me how it came this Night,

That I fleeping here was found,

With these Mortals on the Ground.

Enter Thefeus, Egeus, Hippolità and all his Train.
Thef. Go one of you, find out the Forefter,
For now our Obfervation is perform'd;
And fince we have the vaward of the Day,
My Love shall hear the Mufick of my Hounds:
Uncouple in the Weftern Valley, let them go,
Difpatch I fay, and find the Forefter.

We will, fair Queen, up to the Mountain's Top,
And mark the Mufical Confufion

Of Hounds, and Eccho in conjunction.

Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
When in a wood of Creet they bay'd the Bear
With Hounds of Sparta; never did I hear
Such gallant Chiding. For befides the Groves,
The Skies, the Fountains, every Region near,
Seem'd all one mutual Cry. I never heard
So mufical a Difcord, fuch fweet Thunder.
Thef. My Hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
So flew'd, fo fanded, and their Heads are hung
With Ears that fweep away the Morning Dew;
Crook-kneed, and Dew-lapt, like Theffalian Bulls,
Slow in purfuit, but match'd in Mouth like Bells,
Each under each. A Cry more tuneable
Was never hallow'd to, nor cheer'd with Horn,
In Creet, in Sparta, nor in Theffaly:

Judge when you hear. But foft, what Nymphs are these?
Ege. My Lord, this is my Daughter here asleep.

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
The right of May, and hearing our Intent,
Came here in grace of our Solemnity.
But fpeak Egens, is not this the Day

That Hermia should give Anfwer of her Choice?
Ege. It is, my Lord.

Thef. Go bid the Huntsmen wake them with their Horns.
Horns, and they wake. Shont within, they all start up.
Thef. Good Morrow Friends; Saint Valentine is paft:
Begin these Wood-birds but to couple now?
Lyf. Pardon, my Lord.

Thef. I pray you all ftand up:

I know you two are Rival Enemies.
How comes this gentle Concord in the World,
That Hatred is fo far from Jealoufy,
To fleep by Hate, and fear no Emnity.

Lyf. My Lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Half fleep, half waking. But as yet I fwear,
I cannot truly fy how I came here:
But as I think, (for truly would I fpeak,)
And now I do bethink me, fo it is;

I came with Hermia hither. Our Intent
Was to be gone from Athens, where we might be
Without the Peril of the Athenian Law.

Ege. Enough, enough, my Lord, you have enough;
I beg the Law, the Law upon his Head:

They would have foll'naway, they would, Demetrius,
Thereby to have defeated you and me,

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,
Which in my Childhood I did doat upon:

And all the Faith, the Virtue of my Heart,
The Object and the Pleafure of mine Eye,