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shall have in the buttery, and keep Cob and his wife company here; whom I will intreat first to be reconciled; and you to endeavour with your wit to keep 'em so.

Step. I'll do my best,
Clem. Call master Kitely and his wife there.

Enter Mr. Kitely and Dame KITELY. Did I not tell you there was a plot against you ? did I not smell it out, as a wise magistrate ought? have not you trac'd, have not you found it, eh! master Kitely ?

Kite. I have. I confess my folly', and own I have deserved what I have suffered for it. The trial has been severe, but it is past. All I have to ask now, is, that as my folly is cur’d, and my persecutors forgiven, my shame may be forgotten.

Clem. That will depend upon yourself, master Kitely ; do not you yourself create the food for mischief, and the mischievous will not play upon you.--Butcome, let a general reconciliation go round, and let all discontents be laid aside.—You Mr. Down-right, put off your anger:You Mr. Kno'well, your cares.-And do you, master Kitee ly and your wife, put off your jealousies.

Kite. Sir, thus they go from me; kiss me, my wife. See, what a drove of horns fly in the air, Wing'd with my cleansed, and my credulous breath! Watch 'em suspicious eyes, watch where they fall. See, see ! on heads, that think they've none at all ! (), what a plenteous world of this will come, When air rains horns, all may be sure of some !

Clem. 'Tis well, 'tis well! This nișht we'll dedicate to friendship, love, and laughter. Master Bridegroom, take Pour bride and lead; every one a fellow. Here is my miStress Brain-wonrm.! to whom all my adresses of court. ship sl:.!! !iave their reference; whose adrentures this day, When our grand-children shall hear to be made a fible, I duubt not but it shall find both spectators and applause.


THESEUS, Duke of Albens TRIUS Mrs. Vernon.
Mr. Beard.

OBERON, King of the Fair.
Egeus, an Athenian Lord, ies, Master Reinbolt.
Mr. Cbamnys.

TITANIA, Queen of the LYSANDER, in Love with Fuiries, Miss Young. HERMIA, Sig. Curioni. Puck, or Robin GoodfelDEMETRICS, in Love with

LOW, a Fairy. Master Hermia, Mr. Atkins.

Moore. HIPPOLITA, Princes of the A FAIRY, Master EvansAmazons, betrothed to Other Fairies attending the

THESEUS, Mrs. Jefferson, King and Queen. Hermia, Daughter to EGEUS Toe Scene lies in Athens,

in Love with LYSANDER, and in a Wood not far Sig. Pusserini.

from it. Helena, in love with DEME

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TOW fair Hippolita, our nuptial hour

Draws on apace, four happy days bring
Another moon: but oh methin!.s, how siow
This old moon wanes ! she lingers my desires.
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth :
Turn melancholy forth o funerals;
The pale companion is not or our pomp.
Hippolita I woo'd thee with my sword,
But I will wed thee in another key,
With pomp, wth triumph, and with revelling.


Pierce the air with sounds of joy,
Come, Hymen, with the winged boy,
Bring song and dance and revelry.
From tbis our great solemnity,
Drive care and sorrow far away ;
Let all be mirtb and boliday !



Happy be Theseus, our renowned Duke.
Tbes. Thanks, good Egeus.

Egeus. Full of vexation, come with complaint
Against my child, my daughter Hermia.
Stand Forth, Demetrius; my noble lord,
This man hath my consent to marry her.
Stand forth, Lysander : and my gracious duke,
This man hath witch'd the bosom of my child ;
With cunning hath he filch'd my daughter's heart,
Turn'd her obedience, to stubborn harshness.
Therefore do I claim the Atbenian law.
As she is mine I may dispose of her:
Which shall be either to Demetrius,
Or to her grave.

Thes. What say you, Hermia? be advis'd, fair maid,
To you your father should be as a God;
One that compos'd your beauties.

Her. I would my father look'd but with my eyes.
Tbes. Rather your eyes must with his judgment look.
Her. I do beseech your grace, that I may

know The worst of it if I refuse Demetrius.

Tbes. Either to die the death, or to abjure
For ever the society of men.
For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,
To live a barren sister ali your

Chanting faini hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
Thrice blessed they that master so their blood,
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage!
But Earthlirr happy is the rose distillid,
? han thät, which, withering on the virgin thorn,
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Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.

Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my Lord,
Ere I will yield my virgin patient up
Unto his lordship, to whose unwish'd yoke
My soul consents not to give sovereignty.


With mean disguise let others nature bide,

And mimick virtue witb tbe paint of art : I scorn tbe cbeat, of reason's foolish pride,

And boast the graceful weakness of my beart : The more I think, tbe more I feel my pan,

And learn tbe more each beav'nly cbarm to prize,
Wbile fools, too ligbt for passion, safe remain,

And dull sensation keeps the stupid wise.
Thes. 'Take time to pause, and by the next new moon
The sealing day betwixt my love and me,
Upon that day either prepare to die,
For disobedience to your father's will;
Or eise to wed Demetrius, as he would;
Or on Diana's altar to protest,
Foraye, austerity and single life.

Egeus. Hermiu is mine, and all my right of her
Do rs'ate unto Demetrius.

Lys. Demetrius (I'll avouch it to his head,)
Made love to Nedar's daughter Helenu,
And won her soul, and she, sweet lady, cuats,
Devoutly doats, doats in idolatry,
Upon this spotted and inconstant man.

Thes. I must confess that I have heard so much
But come, Egeus, and Demetrius come,
I have some private schooling for you both :
Of this no t'ore-Let not these jars untune
Our hearts, high-strung to harmony and love.

Joy alone shull employ us

No griefs sball unnoy us,
No sigos tbe sad beart si ull betray;

Let tbe vaulted roof ring,
Let the full chorus sing,
Blest Theseus and Hippolita !



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How now, my love? why is your cheek so pale ?
How chance the roses there do fade so fast?

Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well
Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes.

Lys. Hermia, for ought that ever I could read,
Could ever hear by tale or liistory,
The course of true love never did run smooth,
But either it was different in blood,
Strangeiy misgrafted in respect of years,
Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,
Or if there were a sympathy of choice;
War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it:
Making it momentary as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as is a dream.

Her. If then true lovers have been ever crost,
It stands as an edict in destiny;
Then let us teach our trial patience;
Because it is a customarv cross,
As due to love, as thoughts and dreams and sighs,
Wishes and tears, poor Fancy's followers!

Lys. A good persuasion, therefore hear me, Hermia:
Steal forth thy fathers house to-morrow night,
And in the wood, a league without the town,
There will I stay for thee, there marry thee,
And fly from Athens and her rigorous laws.
Thou know'st the place, where I did meet thee once
To do observance to the morn of May.

Wben that gay season did us lead
To the tann'd bay-cock in the mead,
When tbe merry bells rung round,
And tbe rebecks brisk did sound,
Wben young and old cume fortb to play
On a sunswine bolyduy.

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