OBE. But we are spirits of another sort: I with the morning's love have oft made sport; I will lead them up and down: I am fear'd in field and town: Goblin, lead them up and down. Here comes one. [Exit. 390 400 Re-enter LYSANDER Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak thou now. PUCK. Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where art Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled? 389 the morning's love] Doubtless a reference to Cephalus, the huntsman, to whom the goddess of the morning, Aurora, made love. Cf. Ov., Met., VII, 700 seq. 393 Turns streams] Cf. Sonnet xxxiii, 4: “Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy." Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head? PUCK. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou child; I'll whip thee with a rod: he is defiled That draws a sword on thee. DEM. Yea, art thou there? Puck. Follow my voice: we'll try no manhood here. Re-enter LYSANDER [Exeunt. 410 Lys. He goes before me and still dares me on: day! Come, thou gentle For if but once thou show me thy grey light, Re-enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS PUCK. Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why comest thou not? Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place, PUCK. Come hither: I am here. DEM. Nay, then, thou mock'st me. this dear, If ever I thy face by daylight see: Thou shalt buy Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me By day's approach look to be visited. Re-enter HELENA 430 [Lies down and sleeps. HEL. O weary night, O long and tedious night, That I may back to Athens by daylight, From these that my poor company detest: And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company. [Lies down and sleeps. PUCK. Yet but three? Come one more; Two of both kinds makes up four. Thus to make poor females mad. Re-enter HERMIA HER. Never so weary, never so in woe; Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers; I can no further crawl, no further go; desires. My legs can keep no pace with my Here will I rest me till the break of day. Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! [Lies down and sleeps. 440 To your eye, Gentle lover, remedy. [Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye. When thou wakest Thou takest True delight In the sight Of thy former lady's eye: And the country proverb known, That every man should take his own, Jack shall have Jill; Nought shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well. 450 460 [Exit. ACT FOURTH-SCENE 1-THE SAME LYSANDER, DEMETRIUS, HELENA, AND HERMIA, Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM; PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH, MUSTARD- TITANIA COв. Ready. COME, SIT THEE DOWN upon this flowery bed, While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, And kiss thy fair large ears, my BOT. Where's Peaseblossom? BOT. Scratch my head, Peaseblossom. Cobweb? Where's Mounsieur BOT. Mounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur, get you 10 your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped 2 amiable cheeks do coy] caress thy lovely cheeks. |