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Ob. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to fight :
Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with hafte;
' virtuous property,)-falutary effect, derifion)-scene of mockery.
i wend, ]-go. They
They wilfully themselves exile from light,
Ob. But we are spirits of another fort:
Turns into yellow gold his falt-green streams.
Puck. Up and down, up and down;
Enter Lysander. Lyf. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak thou
now. Puck. Here, villain ; drawn and ready. Where art thou? Lys. I will be with thee straight.
Puck. Follow me then To plainer ground. [Lyf. goes out, as following Dem. .
Enter Demetrius. Dem. Lysander ! speak again. Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ? 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;
u the morning's love have oft made sport;]-have oft paid a sportsman's devoirs to the morning ;-or the words may allude to the amours of Tithonus and Aurora-morning light. w In some bujo?]~Art chou crept into some bus?
I'll whip thee with a rod : He is defild,
Dem. Yea ; art thou there?
Re-enter Puck and Demetrius.
Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'lt: for well I wot,
Puck. Come hither , I am here.
Abate thy hours; shine, comforts, from the east;
' Ha, ha, bo !)-An exclamation peculiar to Puck, and the burden of his song, wherein he recounts his frolicks. I buy this dear, ]-pay dearly for it. - E 3
That I may back to Athens, by day-light,
From these that my poor company detest:
Puck. Yet but three ? come one more ;
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers;
My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Here will I rest me, 'till the break of day. Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! [Lies down.
Puck. On the ground
* Sleep sound:
To your eye,
[Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye.
In the fight
Sleep thou found.
Jack shall have Jill ;
Nought shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.
[Exit Puck. (They sleep.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Enter Queen of the Fairies, Bottom, Fairies attending, and
the King behind them.
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
Bot. Scratch my head, Pease blossom.—Where's monfieur Cobweb?
Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hip'd 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 loth to have you overflown with a honey-bag, signior.- Where's monsieur Muf. tard-seed ?
Muft. Ready. Bot. Give me your « neif, monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray c coy,]-stroke. :