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Queen. What angel wakes me from my fowery bed?

Bottom sings.
The finch, the Sparrow, and the lark,

The P plain-fong cuckow gray,
Wbose note full many a man doth mark,

And dares not answer, nay ;for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird ? who would give a bird the lye, though he cry, cuckoo, never so.

Queen. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again :
Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note,
So is mine eye enthralled to thy Thape ;
And thy fair virtue's force, perforce doth move me,
On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee.

Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that : And yet, to lay the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days : The more the pity, that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek, upon occasion.

Queen. Thou art as wise, as thou art beautiful.

Bot. Nor lo, neither : but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.

Queen. Out of this wood do not desire to go ;
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
I am a spirit, of no common rate ;
The summer ftill doth tend upon my state,
And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;
I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee;

P plain-fong] – telling plain truth-with its uniform note or chaunt -opposed to prick-jong, or variegated musick. 9 gleek,]-joke, Airt, say smart things.


And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing, while thou on pressed flowers doft Neep :
And I will purge thy mortal grofsness fo,
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.-
Pease-blossom ! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard seed!

Enter four Fairies.
i Fair. Ready.
2 Fair. And I.

3 Fair. And I.
· 4 Fair. And I : Where shall we go?

Queen. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ;
Feed him with apricocks, and 'dewberries,
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees,
And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs,
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes,
To have my love to bed, and to arise;
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To fan the moon-beams from his Neeping eyes :
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. -

i Fair. Hail, mortal, hail !
2 Fair. Hail !
3 Fair. Hail !

Bot. I cry your worship's mercy heartily.-I beseech, your worship's name.

Cob. Cobweb.

Bot. I shall desire 'you of more acquaintance, good master Cobweb : If I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman ?

Pease. Pease-blossom.

i dewberries, -raspberries.

s have)-wait, attend on. you of more]-more of your of you more. D 3


Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress · Squash your mother, and to master Peascod, your father. Good master Pease-blossom, I shall desire you of more acquaintance t00.-Your name, I beseech you, fir.

Muf. Mustard-feed.

Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your " patience well : that same cowardly, giant-like, ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise you your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire you, more acquaintance, good master Mustard-seed.

Queen. Come, wait upon him ; lead him to my bower.

The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye; · And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,

Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Tie up my love's tongue, bring him filently. (Exeunt.


Enter Oberon.
Ob. I wonder, if Titania be awak’d;
Then, what it was that next came in her eye,
Which she must doat on in extremity.

Enter Puck.
Here comes my messenger. How now, mad spirit?
* What night-rule now about this haunted grove?

Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower, .
While she was in her dull and neeping hour,
Y A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,

u Squash]-an immature peascod.

w patience)-put ironically for impatience as hot as muftard, prov. puisance-as strong as mustard I know you passing well.

* What night-rule]—What prank is now on foot.
. y A crew of patches,]-A company of low buffoons.

« Thou scurvy patchers


That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play,
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren fort,
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake :
When I did him at this advantage take,
An ass's ? now! I fixed on his head;
Anon, his Thisby must be answered,
And forth my * mimick comes : When they
As wild geese, that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in " fort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report
Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;
So, at his sight, away his fellows fly:
And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls ;
He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.
Their sense, thus weak, loft with their fears, thus strong,
Made senseless things begin to do them wrong:
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch;
Some, neeves; some, hats : from yielders all things catch.
I led them on in this distracted fear,
And left sweet Pyramus translated there :
When in that moment (so it came to pass)
Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass.

Ob. This falls out better than I could devise.
But halt thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes
With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?

Puck. I took him Neeping,—that is finish'd too, , And the Athenian woman by his fide; That, when he wak’d, of force she must be ey'd.

z nowl]-noddle.
a mimick]-actor-minnock, minnick; mammock-clumsy booby.
fort,)-flight, flock.

< latch'd ]-stroked over.



Enter Demetrius and Hermia.

Ob. Stand close; this is the same Athenian.
Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man.

Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so ?
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse; For thou, I fear, haft given me cause to curse. If thou hast Nain Lysander in his Neep, Being 'o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, And kill me too. The sun was not so true unto the day, As he to me; Would he have stol'n away From Neeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon, This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon May through the center creep, and so displease Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes. It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him ; So should a murderer look, so dead, fo grim.

Dem. So should the murder'd look ; and so should I, Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty: Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.

Her. What's this to my Lysander ? where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me ?

Dem. I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.
Her. Out, dog! out, cur ! thou driv'st me past the

Of maiden's patience. Hast thou sain him then ?
Henceforth be never number'd among men !
O! once tell true, tell true, even for my fake;
Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake,

o'er shoes)—fo far immersed.

? dead, ]-pale.


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