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But who is here? Lyfander on the ground:
Dead or asleep. I see no blood, no wound:
Lyfander, if you live, good Sir, awake.
Lys. And run thro' fire I will, for thy sweet fake.

[1Vaking.
Transparent Helen, nature here shews art,
That through thy bosom makes me fee thy heart.
Where is Demetrius? Oh, how fit a word
Is that vile name, to perish on my sword!

Hel. Do not say so, Lyfander, say not fo ;
What tho' he love your Hermia? Lord, what tho'?
Yet Hermia still loves you; then be content.

Lys. Content with Hermia? no: I do repent
The tedious minutes I with heç 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 inaid.
Things, growing, are not ripe until their feafon ;
So !, being young, 'till now ripe not to reason;
And, touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal 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 mock'ry 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, Bat you must flout my insufficiency? Good troth, you do me wrong; good sooth, you do ;In such disdainful manner me to woo : Bot fare

you

well. Perforce I must confess, I thought you Lord of more true gentleness : Oh, that a Lady, of one man refus'd, Should of another therefore be abus'd! [Exit:

Lys. She sees not Hermia; Hermia, sleep thou there ; And never may'st thou come Lysander near; For as a surfeit of the iweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings;

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Oras the hereges, that men do leave,
Are hated molt of those they did deceive-;.
So thou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!
And all my pow'rs address your love and might
To honoor Helen, and to be her knight.

[Exit.
Her. Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy best
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breaft:
Ay me, for pity, what a dream was here?
Lyfander, look, how I do quake with fear;.
Me-thought, a serpent eat my heart away ;.
And you

fat smiling at his cruel prey :
Lysander ! what remov'd ? Lyfander, Lord !
What, out of hearing goneno sound, no word ?
Alack, where are you speak, and if you hear,
Speak, of all loves; (I swoon almost, with fear.)
Noi--then I well perceive, you are not nigh;
Or death, or you, I'll find immediately. [Exita
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SCENE, the Wood.
Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and

Starveling.
The Qeeen of Fairies lying adeep..

BOTTOM ,
RE we all met ?
Quin. Pat, pat

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venient place for our rehearfal. This green plot shall
be our stage, this hauthorn-brake our tyring 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
Thisy, that will never please. First, Pyramus must

draw

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Star. I believe,
Il is done.

abide. How answer

aw a sword to kill himself, which the Ladies cannot

you that?
Snout. By’rlaken, a parlous fear?

we must leave the killing out, where Bot. Not a whit, I have a device to make all well; sarite me a prologue, and let the prologue seem to say, te will do no harm with our Twords, and that Pyramus is not kill'd indeed ; and for more better assurance tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver ; this will put them out of fear.

Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue, and is Mall be written in eight and six.

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

Snout. will not the Ladies be afraid of the lion ? Star. I fear it, I promise you. Lot. Mafters, you ought to consider with yourselves; to bring in, God shield us, a lion among Ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion · living; and we ought to

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

Bit. Nay, you must name his name, and half his face must be seen through the lion's neck; and he himlelf muft speak through, saying thus, or to the fame defect; Ladies, or fair Ladies, I would wish you, or I would:. request you, or I would intreat you, not to fear, not to tremble; my life. for yours ; if you think, I come hither as a lion, it were picy of my life; no, I am nosuch thing, I am a man as other men are; and there, indeed, let himn name his name, and tell them plainly ho is Snug the joiner.

Quin. Well, it shall be fo'; but there is two hard things, that is, to bring the moon-light into a chamber; for, you know, Pyramus and Thisby met by moon

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

Bot. A kalendar, a kalendar! look in the almanack; ind out moon-shine, find out moon-fhine.

Quir .

look to it.

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Or as the hereges, that men do leave,
Are hated molt of those they did deceive.;.
So chou, my surfeit and my heresy,
Of all be hated, but the most of me!
And all my pow'rs address your love and might
To honour Helen, and to be her knight.

[Exit.
Her. Help me, Lyfander, help me! do thy best
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breaft:
Ay me, for pity, what a dream was here?
Lyfander, look, how I do quake with fear;:
Me-thought, a serpent eat my heart away;
And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :
Lysander ! what remov'd i Lysander, Lord !
What, out of hearing goner no found, no word ?
Alack, where are you speak, and if you hear,
Speak, of all loves ; (I swoon almoft, with fear.)
No--then I well perceive, you are not nigh;
Or death, or you, I'll find immediately.

[Exit.

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ACT III.

SCENE, the Wood.
Enter Quince, Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, and

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The Queen of Fairies lying adeep.

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RE we all met ?
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Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place for our rehearsal. This green plot shall be our stage, this hauthorn-brake our tyring 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
Thisy, that will never please. First, Pyramus must

draw

all is done.

eight and eight.

draw a sword to kill himself, which the Ladies cannot abide. How answer you that?

Snout. By’rlaken, a parlous fear?
Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out, where

Bot. Not a whit, I have a device to make all well;" write me a prologue, and let the prologue seein to say, we will do no harm with our Twords, and that Pyramus is not kill'd indeed ; and for more better assurance tell them, that I Pyramus am not Pyramus, but Bortom the weaver ; this will put them out of fear.

Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue, and is Thalī be written in eight and fix.

Bot. No, make it two more ; let it be written in Snout. Will not the Ladies be afraid of the lion? Star. I fear it, I promise you. Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with yourselves ; to bring in, God Thield us, a lion among Ladies, is a most dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion · living; and we ought to

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

Bet. Nay, you must name his name, and half his facer must be seen through the lion's neck; and he himleif mut speak through, saying thus, or to the fame defect; Ladies, or fair Ladies, I would wish you, or I would.. request you, or I would intreat you, not to fear, not to tremble;. my life for yours ; if you think, I come hither as a lion, it were picy of my life ; no, I am nosuch thing, I am a man as other men are; and there, indeed, let him name his name, and tell them plainly ho is Snug the joiner.

Quin. Well, it shall be fo; bat there is two hard things, that is, to bring the moonlight into a chamber; for, you know, Pyramus and Thishy met by moon-, light.

Snug. Doch the moon shine that night we play our play?

Bot. A kalendar, a kalendar! look in the almanack; End out moon-shine, find out moon-shine.

look to it.

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