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Were met together to rehearse a play,
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day..
The shallow'Ã thick-skin of that barren sortz,
Who Pyramus prefented, in their sport
Forsook his fcene, and enter'd in a brake;,
When I did him at this advantage take,
An afs's nole I fixed on his head ;
Anon, his Thisby must be answer'd,
And forth my minnock comes : when they him spy,
As wild geese, that the creeping fowler eye,.
Or rufset-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report;
Sever themselves, and madly. sweep the sky;
So, at his fight, away his fellows Ay;
And, at our Itamp, 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 briars and thorns at their apparel snatch,
Some sleeves, fome 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 straitway 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 sleeping; that is finish'd toons
And the Athenian woman by his fide,
That, when he wakes, of force she must be ey'd...

Enter Demetrius and Hermia..
0b. 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 fo ?
Lay breath ro bitter on your bitter foe.

Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worfe ;
For thou, I fear, hast giv'n me cause to curse :
1f.thou haft flain Lysander in his sleep,
Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,

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And kill me too.

The sun was not so true unto the day, .
As he to me,

Would he have stol'n away
From sleeping 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 brothor's noon-tide with th’Antipodes.
It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him ;:
So should a murderer look, so dread, fo grim.

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

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

Dem. l'ad rather give his carcass to my hounds.

Her.Out,dog! out,cur! thou driv’ft me past the bounds: Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then? Henceforth be never number'd among men.. O! once tell true, and even for my sake, Durft thou have look’d upon him, being awake? And haft thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch!. Could not a worm, an adder do so much? An adder did it, for with doubler tongue Than thine, thou ferpent, never adder ftung.

Dem. You spend your pasion on a mispris'd mood;
I am not guilty of Lyfander's blood,
Nor is he dead, for ought that I can tell.

Her., I.pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
Dem. And if I could, what should I get therefore ?

Her. A privilege never to see me more ;
And from thy hated presence part I so:
See me no more, whether he's dead or no. [Exit.

Dem. There is no following her in this fierce veing, Here, therefore, for a while I will remain : So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow, For debt, that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe;. Which now in some flight measure it will pay, If for his tender here I make some stay.

[Lies down. Ob. What haft thou done? thou haft mistaken quite, And laid thy love-juice op some true love's fight:

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Of thy misprifion must perforce ensue
Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true.
Ruck. Then fate o’er-rules, that one man holding troth
A million fail, confounding oath on oath.

Ob. About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens, see, thou find.
All fancy-fick she is, and pale of cheer;
With fighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear;
By fome illusion, fee, thou bring her here;
I'll charm his eyes, against the doth appear.

Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go;
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. (Exita

Ob. Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of his eye!
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.
When thou wak'tt, if the be by,
Beg of her for remedy.

Enter Puck.
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand,
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee.
Shall we their fond pageant fee?
Lord, what fools these mortals be?

Ob. Stand afide: the noise, they maker
Will cause Demetrius to awake.

Puck. Then will two at once woo one
That must needs be sport alone.
And those things do beft please meg
That belal prepoft'roully.

Enter Lysander and Helena.
Lyf. Why should

you think, that I hould woo in scorna! Scorn and derision never come in tears. Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears :

How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them truer

Hel. You do advance your cunning more and more;

When truth kills truth, O devilish, holy, fray! These vows are Hermia's : will you give her o'er?

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh;
Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.

Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore.
Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er.
Lyf. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.

Dem.(awak. ]O Helen, goddess, nymph, perfečt, divine,
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy; O how ripe in show
'Thy lips, those kiffing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold'st up thy hand. O let me kiss
This Princess of pure, white, this seal of bliss.

Hel. O spight, o hell! I fee, you all are bent-
To set against me, for your merriment:
If you were civil, and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join in fouls to mock me too?
If

you are men, as men you are in show, .
You would not use a gentle Lady fo:
To vow and swear, and super-praise my parts ;;
When, I am sure, you hate me with your

hearte.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia,
And now both rivals to mock Helena.
A trim exploit, a manly enterprize, (18)
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes
With your derifion! none of noble fort
Would so offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.

(18) A trim exploit, a manly enterprize,] This reproach, in the form of it, seems extremely to have the cast of that, in the it Æneid.;

Egregiam vero laudem, & fpolia ampla refertis,
Una delo, Divum,, &c.

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Cyf. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so;
For

you love Hermia ; this, you know, I know.
And here with all good will, with all my heart,
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part ;.
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom I do love, and will do to my death.

Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath.

Dem. Lyfander, keep thy Hermia, I will none :
If e'er I lov’d her, all that love is gone.
My heart to her but, as gueft-wise, sojourn'd;
And now to Helen it is home return'd,
There ever to remain.

Lys. It is not so.

Dem. Difparage not the faith, thou dost not know,
Lest to thy peril thou abide it dear.
Look, where thy love comes, yonder is thy dear.

Enter Hermia.
Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes :
Wherein it doth impair the seeing senfe,
h pays the hearing double recompence.
Thou art not by mine eye, Lyfander, found;
Mine ear, I thánk it, brought me to thy found:
But why unkindly didst thou leave me fo?

29. Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go?
Her

. What love could press Lyfander from my fide?
Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him bide,
Fair Helena ; who more engilds the night,
Than all yon fiery O's and eyes of light.

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The hate, I bear thee, made me leave thee fo?
Her

. You speak not, as you think : it cannot be. Hel. Lo, he is one of this confed'racy; Now, I perceive, they have conjoin'd all three, To fashion this false sport in spight of me. Injurious Hermia, molt ungrateful maid, Have you confpir'd, have you with these contriv'd. 'To bait me with this foul derifion? is all the counsel that we two have shar'd,,

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