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Puck. Come thou hither, I am here.
Dem. Nay then thou mock'it me; thou shalt buy this dear, 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.
[Lyes down. S CE N E X.
Abate thy hours; shine comforts from the East,
From these that my poor company detest; And fiecp, that sometimes shuts up forrow's eye, Steal me a while from mine own company! [Sleeps.
Puck. 4 'Yet but three here? come one more,
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briars,
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 ?/wakeft next, thou takeft True delight, in the sight, of thy former lady's eye, And the country proverb known,
2. That every man should take his own, In your waking shall be shown.
Jack 4 Yet but three? come
5 comes, o feep found
7 wak'it, thou tak
Jack shall have Jill, nought shall go ill,
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Enter Queen of Fairies, Bottom, Fairies attending, and
the King bebind them.
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
Bot. Scratch my head, Peafebloffom. Where's monfieur Cobweb?
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 honeybag. Do not fret your self 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 Mustardfeed?
Bot. Give me thy neafe, monsieur Mustardsecd: pray you, leave your curtesie, good monsieur.
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?
Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in musick, let us have the tongs and the bones.
Mufick. Tongs, rural mufick. Queen. Or, say sweet love, what thou desir’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 seck The squirrel's hoard, and 8 'fetch thee thence new nuts.
Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of dried pease. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me, I have an exposition of neep 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 hony-fuckle, Gently entwist, the female ivy so Enring, the barky fingers of the elm. O, how I love thee! how I doat 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 fame 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.
When 8 fetch thee new nuts, 9 all ways or always
When I had at my pleasure taunted her,
Be as thou wast wont to be ;
Hath such force and blessed power.
Queen. My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
Ob. There lyes your love.
Queen. How came these things to pass ?
Ob. Silence, a while ; Robin, take off his head,
Still mufick. Puck. When thou awak't, with thinę own fool's eyes peep,
[me, Ob. Sound, musick; come, my Queen, take hand with And rock the ground whereon these Neepers be, Now thou and I are new in amity ; And will to-morrow midnight folemnly
Dance I of ... old edit. Thirl. emend. 2 fine .. , old edit. Thirl. emend.
Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly,
Puck, Fairy King, attend and mark,
Ob. Then, my Queen, in silence fad
Queen. Come, my lord, and in our flight
me how it came this night, That I Neeping here was found, (Sleepers lye fill. With these mortals on the ground.
The. Go one of you, find out the forester,
Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
With (a) Meaning the observance of the time prescribed for their nuptials. 3 fair ...öld edit, Warb, emend,