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For indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird? who would give a bird the lie, tho' he cry cuckow never so ?
Queen. I pray thee, gentle mortal, fing again,
Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days. The more the pity, that some honeft neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion.
Queen. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.
Bot. Not fo 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,
S CE N E III.
Enter four Fairies.
Fai. And I, where shall we go?
With purple grapes, green figs and mulberries,
i Fai, Hail, mortal, hail!
Bot. I cry your worship’s mercy heartily, I beseech your worship's name.
Bot. I shall desire of you more acquaintance, good master Cobweb; if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman ?
Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash your mother, and to master Peascode your father. Good master Peafeblossom, I shall desire of you more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, Sir?
Bot. Good master Mustardfeed, I know your ? 'parentage' well: that same cowardly giant-like Ox-beef hath devour'd many a gentleman of your house. I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire more of your acquaintance, good master Mustardseed.
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 Power
Lamenting fome enforced chastity. Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. [Exeunt.
Ob. Wonder if Titania be awak'd: 06. IM
Then, what it was that next came in her eye, Which she must doat on in extremity.
Here comes my messenger: how now, mad sprite!
Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
For s thick-skin 6 minnock
For briars and thorns at their apparel snatch,
Ob. This falls out better than I could devise.
Puck. I took him seeping; that is finish'd too;
S CE N E V.
Ob. Stand close, this is the same Athenian.
Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you fo?
Her. Now I but chide, but I shall use thee worse,
Dem. So should the murther'd look, and so should I,
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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'st me past the bounds Of maiden's patience. Haft thou Nain him then? Henceforth be never number'd among men! Oh! once tell true, and even for my fake, Durft thou have look'd upon him, being awake? An hast thou kill'd him Neeping? O brave touch? Could not a worm, an adder do so much? An adder did it, for with doubler tongue Than thine, thou serpent, never adder ftung.
Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood;
Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
Her. A privilege never to see me more ;
Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein, Here therefore for a while I will remain : So forrow's heaviness doth heavier grow For debt, that bankrupt Neep doth forrow owe, Which now in some Night measure it will pay, If for his Tender here I make some ftay. [Lyes down.
Ob. What hast thou done ? thou hast mistaken quite, And laid thy love-juice on some true love's light: Of thy misprision must perforce ensue 8 /Some true love turn'd false, not a false turn'd true.'
Puck. Then fate o'er-rules ; ' 'for one man holding troth A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
Ob. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens fee thou find.
All 8 Some true love curn'd, and not a false turn'd true.