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If ever I thy face by day-light see.
Now, go thy way: faintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this cold bed.
By day's approach look to be visited.

(Lyės down.

SCENE X.

Enter Helena.

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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 deteft; And Neep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me a while from mine own company!

[Sleeps. Puck. Yet but three here? come one more, Two of both kinds make

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four.
Here she cometh, curst and fad :
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.

Enter Hermia.
Her. Never so weary, never so in wo,

Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briars,
I can no further crawl, no further go;
My legs can keep no pace with

my

desires : Here will I rest me 'till the break of day. Heav'ns shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!

[Lyes down. Puck. On the ground, sleep thou sound; I'll apply to your eye, gentle lover, remedy.

[Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye. When thou wakest next, thou takeft True delight in the sight of thy former lady's eye; And the country proverb known, That every man should take his own, In your waking shall be shown.

Jack

Jack shall have Jill, nought shall go ill,
The man shall have his mare again, and all be well. [Exit Puck.

[They sleep.

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Enter queen of fairies, Bottom, fairies attending, and the

king behind them.

QUE E N.
TOME, fit thee down upon this flow’ry bed,

While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek-smooth'd head,

And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
Bot. Where's Peafeblossom?
Pease. Ready.
Bot.. Scratch my head, Peaseblofom. Where's monsieur Cobweb?
Cob. Ready

Bot. Monsieur Cobweb, good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipt 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 a honey-bag, signior. Where's monsieur Mustardfeed ?

Muf. Ready.

Bot. Give me thy neaf, monsieur Musardfeed : pray you, leave

your courtesy, good monsieur. Muf. 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 doth but tickle me, I must scratch. Queen. What, wilt thou hear some musick, my sweet love ? Vol. I.

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Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in musick; let us have the tongs and the bones.

Mufick. Tongs, rural musick.
Queen. Or say, sweet love, what thou defir'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.

Queen. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek
The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee thence new nuts.

Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of dry'd pease. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.

Queen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms;
Fairies, be gone, and be a while away:
So doth the woodbine, the sweet honey-suckle,
Gently entwist, the female ivy so
Enring, the barky fingers of the elm.
O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!

Enter Puck.
Ob. Welcome, good Robin ; seest thou this sweet fight?
Her dotage now I do begin to pity;
For, meeting her of late behind the wood,
Seeking sweet favours for this hateful fool,
I did upbraid her, and fall out with her ;
For she his hairy temples then had rounded
With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers;
And that same dew which sometime on the buds
Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls,
Stood now within the pretty flouriets eyes,
Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail

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When I had, at my pleasure, taunted her,
And she in mild terms begg’d my patience,
I then did ask of her her changeling child,
Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent

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To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
And, now I have the boy, I will undo
This hateful imperfection of her eyes:
And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
From off the head of this Athenian swain;
That he awaking when the others do,
May all to Athens back again repair,
And think no more of this night's accidents,
But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
But first I will release the fairy queen.

Be, as thou wast wont to be;
See, as thou wast wont to see:
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower

Hath such force and blessed power.
Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet queen.

Queen. My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass.
06. There lyes your

love.
Queen. How came these things to pass ?
O, how mine eyes do loath this visage now!

06. Silence, a while; Robin, take off his head,
Titania, mufick call, and strike more dead
Than common sleep of all these five the sense.
Queen. Musick, ho, musick; such as charmeth sleep.

Still mufick.
Puck. When thou awak'st, with thine own fool's eyes peep.

06. Sound, musick; come, my queen, take hand with me,
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be.
Now thou and I are new in amity;
And will to-morrow midnight folemnly
Dance in duke Theseus' house triumphantly,
And bless it to all far posterity :
There shall these pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded with Theseus all in jollity.

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Puck. Fairy king, attend, and mark;
I do hear the morning lark.

Ob. Then, my queen, in filence sad
Trip we after the night's shade;
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wand'ring moon.

Queen. Come, my lord, and, in our flight,
Tell me how it came this night,
That I sleeping here was found,

[Sleepers lye fill. With these mortals on the ground.

[Exeunt.

[Wind borns.
SCENE 11.
Enter Theseus, Egeus, Hippolita, and all his train.
The. Go, one of you, find out the forefter;
For now our observation is perform’d:
And since we have the vaward of the day,
My love shall hear the musick of my hounds.
Uncouple in the western valley, go;
Dispatch, I say, and find the forefter.
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
And mark the musical confufion
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the boar
With hounds of Sparta ; never did I hear
Such gallant chiding. For, besides the groves,
The skies, the fountains, ev'ry region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry. I never heard
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
So few'd,' so sanded, and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap’d, like Thessalian bulls,
* Meaning the observance of the time prescribed for their nuptials.

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