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[Lies down. For if but once thou show me thy gray light, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. [Sleeps.
Re-enter Puck and DEMETRIUS.
Come hither; I am here.
buy this dear,
[Lies down and sleeps.
Enter HELENA. Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night, Abate thy hours. Shine, comforts, from the east; That I may back to Athens by day-light,
From these that my poor company detest.
1 This exclamation would have been uttered with more propriety by Puck, if he were not now playing an assumed character, which he seems to forget. In the old song printed by Percy, in which all his gambols are related, he concludes every stanza with ho! ho! ho! It was also the established dramatic exclamation given to the devil whenever he appeared on the stage, and attributed to him whenever he appeared in reality.
And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye,
Puck. Yet but three ? Come one more;
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers, I can no farther crawl, no farther go;
My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Here will I rest me, till the break of day. Heaven shield Lysander if they mean a fray!
Lies down. Puck. On the ground
To your eye,
[Squeezing the juice on LYSANDER's eye.
In the sight
Jack shall have Jill;
Nought shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be
well.? [Exit Puck.-Dem., Hel., &c. sleep.
1 These three last lines are to be found in Heywood's Epigrams, or Three Hundred Proverbs.
Enter Titania and Bottom, Fairies attending; OBERON
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.—Where's monsieur Cobweb?
Bot. Monsieur Cobweb, good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur ; and, good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loath to have you overflown with the honey-bag, seignior. Where's monsieur Mustard-seed ?
Bot. Give me your neif, monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur.
Must. What's your will ?
Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur ; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face, and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.
Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love?
1 To coy is to stroke or soothe with the hand. % i. e. fist; an old Scotch word.
Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let us have the tongs and the bones.'
Tita. Or say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat.
Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.
Bot. I had rather have a handful, or two, of dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.
Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away. So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle, Gently entwist,—the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
me; I havsleep thou, he all way, honeysuck
OBERON advances. Enter Puck.
1 The old, rough, rustic music of the tongs. direction : “ Musicke Tongs, Rurall Music."
The folio has this stage
To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
[Touching her eyes with an herb.
Hath such force and blessed power.
Tita. My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
Obe. There lies your love.
How came these things to pass ? 0, how mine eyes do loath his visage now!
Obe. Silence, awhile.—Robin, take off this head.Titania, music call; and strike more dead Than common sleep, of all these five the sense.
Tita. Music, ho! music; such as charmeth sleep. Puck. Now when thou wak'st, with thine own
fool's eyes peep. Obe. Sound, music. [Still music.] Come, my
queen, take hands with me,
Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark;
i Dian's bud is the bud of the Agnus Castus.