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Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.

Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.

Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence;
Love takes the meaning, in love's conference.
I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit,
So that but one heart we can make of it:
Two bosoms interchained with an oath;
So then, two bosoms, and a single troth.
Then, by your side no bed-room me deny;
For, lying so, Herinia, I do not lie.

Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :-
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,
If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lied.
But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
Lie further off; in human modesty
Such separation, as, may well be said,
Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid :
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend :
Thy love we'er alter, till thy sweet life end!

Lys. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I;
And then end life, when I end loyalty !
Here is my bed : sleep give thee all his rest!
Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be

[They sleep.
Enter Pack.
Puck. Through the forest have I gone,

But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and silence ! who is here?
Weeds of Athens hé doth wear:
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid ;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy.

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Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe:
When thou wak'st, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.
So awake, when I am gone;
For I must bow to Oberon.


Enter Demetrius and Helena, running. Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me

thus, Hel. O, wilt thou darklingt leave me? do not so. Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go.

(Erit Demetrius. Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase ! The more my prayer, the lesser is nyy grace. Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lies ; For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears: If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. No, no, I am as ugly as a bear; For beasts that meet me, run away for fear: Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus. What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne? But who is here?--Lysander! on the ground! Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound:Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake. Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet sake.

[Waking Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word Is that vile name, to perish on my sword!

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Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so: What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what

Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content,

Lys. Content with Hermia? No: I do repeut
The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Not Hermia, but Helena I love:
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
And reason says you are the worthier maid.
Things growing are not ripe until their season:
So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason;
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the warshal to my will,
And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook
Love's stories written in love's richest book.

Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born!
When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn?
Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man,
That I did never, no, nor never can,
Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
But you must fout my insufficiency?
Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do,
In such disdaipful manner me to woo.
But fare you well: perforce I inust confess,
I thought you lord of more true gentleness.
O, tha a lady, of one man refus'd,
Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! [Erit.
Lys. She sees not Hermia:-Hermia, sleep thou

And never may'st thou come Lysander near!
For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings ;
Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
Are hated most of those they did deceive;
So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,
of all be hated; but the most of me!
And all my powers, address your love and might,
To honour Helen, and to be her knight!



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Her. (starting.) Help me, Lysander, help me! do

thy best,
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast !
Ah me, for pity what a dream was here?
Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear:
Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
And you sat smiling at his cruel preyim
Lysander! what, remov'd ? Lysander! lord !
What, out of hearing gonei no sound, no word?
Alack, where are you ? speak, an if

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Speak, of all loves* ; I swoon almost with fear.
No1then I well perceive you are not nigh :
Either death, or yoų, I'll find immediately. (Erit.

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Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and

Bot. Are we all met?

Quin, Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous conve. vient place for our rehearsal: this green plot shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake our trying house; and we will do it in action, as we will do it before the duke.

Bot. Peter Quince,
Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom ?

Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby, that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies cannot abide, How answer you that?

Snout. By’rlakiut, a parloust fear, Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, when all is done,

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Quin. I sit down,

Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all well. Write me a prologue: and let the prologue seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords ; and that Pyramus is not killed indeed : and, for the more better assurance, tell them, that I, Pyramus, am pot Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put them out of fear.

Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and it shall be written in eight and six.

Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eiglit.

Snout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion?
Star. I fear it, I promise you.

Bot. Masters, you ought to cousider with your selves : to bring in, God shield us! a lion among la. dies, it is a most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful* wild-fowl than your lion, living; and we ought to look to it.

Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell he is not a lion.

Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must be seen through the lion's neck; and he limself must speak through, sayiug thus, or to the same defect,-Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish you, or, I would request you, or, I would entreat you, not to tear, not to tremble : my life for yours. If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life: no, I am no such thing; I am a man as other men are:-and there, indeed, let him game his name; and tell thein plaivly, he is Snug the joiner.

Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard things; that is, to bring the moon-light into a chamber: for you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by moon-light.

Snug. Doth the moon shine, that night we play our play.

Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the alma. pack; find out moon-shine, find out moon-shine.

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