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You can endure the livery of a nun;
Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years ; For aye' to be in shady cloister mew'd,
Her. O spite! too old to be engag'd to young! To live a barren sister all your life,
Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends.
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it;
Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, Ere I will yield my virgin patent
And ere a man hath power to say,–Behold ! yoke
The jaws of darkness do devour it up: My soul consenis not to give sovereignty. So quick bright things come to confusion. The. Take time to pause : and, by the next new Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd,
It stands as an edict in destiny: (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me, Then let us teach our trial patience, For everlasting bond of fellowship,)
Because it is a customary cross; Upon that day either prepare to die,
As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and For disobedience to your father's will;.
sighs, Or else, to wed Demetrius, as he would: Wishes, and tears, poor fancy's) followers. Or on Diana's altar to protest,
Lys. A good persuasion ; therefore, hear me, For aye austerity and single life.
Hermia. Dem. Relent, 'sweet Hermia ;-And, Lysander, I have a widow aunt, a dowager yield
or great revenue, and she hath no child : Thy crazed title to my certain right.
From Athens is her house remote seven leagues ; Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius; And she respects me as her only son. Let ine have Hermia's: do you marry him. There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee;
Ege. Scornful Lysander ! true, he hath my love; And to that place the sharp. Athenian law And what is mine my love shall render him; Cannot pursue us : if thou lov'st me then, And she is mine, and all iny right of her Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night; I do estate unto Demetrius.
And in the wood, a league without the town, Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, Where I did meet thee once with Helena, As well possess'd; my love is more than his; To do observance to a morn of May, My fortunes every way as fairly rank’d,
There will I stay for thee. If not with vantage, as Demetrius';
My good Lysander : And, which is more than all these boasts can bc, I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow; I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia :
By his best arrow with the golden head; Why should not I then prosecute my right? By the simplicity of Venus' doves; Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,
By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves ; Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena, And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage queen, And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, When the false Trojan under sail was seen; Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,
By all the vows that ever men have broke,
In number more than ever women spoke;-
Lys. Keep promise, love : look, here comes My mind did lose it.-But, Demetrius, come;
Hel. Call you me fair ? that fair again unsay. Or else the law of Athens yield you up
Demetrius loves your fair : 0 happy fair! (Which by no means we may extenuate,) Your eyes are lode-stars ;* and your tongue's sweet To dea'h, or to a vow of single life.
air Come, my Hippolyta ; what cheer, my love ? More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, Demetrius, and Egeus, go along :
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear, I must employ you in some business
Sickness is catching; O were favouri so! Against our nuptial; and conser with you Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; of something nearly that concerns yourselves. My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, Ege. With duty and desire we follow you. My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody,
(Ereunt Thes. Hip. Ege. Dem. and train. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek The rest I'll give to be to you translated. so pale ?
0, teach me how you look; and with what art How chance the roses there do fade so fast ? You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart,
Her. Belike for want of rain ; which I could well Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still, Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes. Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read,
such skill! Could ever hear by tale or history,
Her. I give hiin curses, yet he gives me love. The course of true love never did run smooth: Hel. O, that my prayers could such affection But, either it was different in blood;
move! Her. O cross ! too high to be enthrall’d to low! Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me,
Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me, (1) Ever. (2) Wicked. (3) Give, bestow. Black, (5) Lovers. (6) Pole-stars.
Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. ble comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Hel. None, but your beauty ; 'would that fault Thisby. were mine!
Bot. A very good piece of work, I assure you, Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my and a merry: –Now, good Peter Quince, call forth face;
your actors by the scioll: Masters, spread your. Lysander and myself will fly this place.
selves. Before the time I did Lysander see,
Quin. Answer, as I call you.-Nick Bottom, Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me:
the weaver. O then, what graces in my love do dwell,
Bot. Ready: name what part I am for, and proThat he hath turn'd a heaven unto hell !
Iceed. Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: Quin. You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Py To-morrow night when Phæhe doth behold, ramus. Her silver visage in the wat’ry glass,
Bot. What is Pyramus ? a lover, or a tyrant? Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass Quin. A lover, that kills himself most gallantly (A time that lovers' Aights doth still conceal,) for love. Through Athens' gates have we devis'd to steal. Bot. That will ask some tears in the true per
Her. And in the wood, where often you and I forming of it: If I do it, let the audience look to Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, their eyes; I will move storms, I will condole in Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet: some measure. To the rest :-Yet my chief huThere my Lysander and myself shall meet: mour is for a tyrant: I could play Ercles rarely, And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes, or a part to tear a cat in, to make all split. To seek new friends and stranger companies.
“ The raging rocks, Farewell, sweet playfellow; pray thou for us,
“With shivering shocks, And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius!
“ Shall break the locks Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight
“ of prison-gates : From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight.
“ And Phibbus' car
(Exil Hermia. “ Shall shine from far, Lys. I will, my Hermia.--Helena, adieu :
“And make and mar As you on him, Demetrius dote on you !
" The foolish fates."
(Erit Lysander. This was lofty !-Now name the rest of the playHel. How happy some, o'er other some can be ! ers. This is Ercles' vein; a tyrant's vein; a lover Through Athens lam thought as fair as she. is more condoling. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; Quin. Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. He will not know what all but he do know.
Flu. Here, Peter Quince. And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
Quin. You must take Thisby on you. So I, admiring of his qualities,
Flu. What is Thisby? a wandering knight? Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Quin. It is the lady that Pyramus must love. Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Flu. Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; have a beard coming. And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind : Quin. That's all one; you shall play it in a Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; mask, and you may speak as small as you will. Wings, and no eyes, figure upheedy haste : Bol. An I may hide my face, let me play Thisby And therefore is love said to be a child,
too: I'll speak in a monstrous little voice;- This Because in choice he is so oft beguild.
ne,. Thisne, -- Ah, Pyramus, my lover dear; thy As waggish boys in game! themselves forswear, Thisby dear! and lady dear! So the boy love is perjur'd every where:
Quin. No, no; you must play Pyramus, and,
But. Well, proceed.
Quin. Robin Starveling, you must play Thisby's
Snout. Here, Peter Quince. If I have thanks, it is a dear expense:
Quin. You, Pyramus's father ; mysell, Thisby's But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
father ;-Snug, the joiner, you, the lion's part:To have his sight thither, and back again. (Exit. and, I hope, here is a play fitted.
Snug: Have you the lion's part written ? pray SCENE II.-The same. A room in a Coltage. you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study..
Enter Snug, Bottom, Flute, Snout, Quince, and Quin. You may do it extempore, for it is nothing Starveling.
Bot. Let me play the lion too: I will roar, that Quin. Is all our company here?
I will do any man's heart good to hear me; I will Bot. You were best to call them generally, man roar, that I will make the duke say, Let him roar by man, according to the scrip.
again, Let him roar again. Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name, Quin. An you should do it too terribly, you which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in would fright the duchess and the ladies, that they our interlude before the duke and duchess, on his would shriek: and that were enough to hang us all. wedding-day at night.
All. That would hang us every mother's son. Bot. First, good Peter Quince, say what the Bot. I grant you, friends, it that you should play treats on; then read the names of the actors; fright the ladies out of their wits, they would have and so grow to a point.
no more discretion but to hang us: but I will agQuin. Marry, our play is The most lamenta-gravate my voice so, that I will roar you as gently
as any sucking dove; I will roar you an: 'twere (1) Sport. (2) Eyes.
(3) As it. lany nightingale.
Quin. You can play no part but Pyramus: for Call'd Robin Good-fellow: are you not he, Pyramus is a sweet-faced man; a proper man, as That fright the maidens of the villagery; one shall see in a summer's day; a most lovely, Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern,' gentleman-like man; therefore you must needs and bootless make the breathless housewife churn; play Pyramus.
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm ;' Bol. Well, I will undertake it. What beard Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm: were I best to play it in?
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, Quin. Why, what you will.
You do their work, and they shall have good luck: Bot. I will discharge it in either your straw-Are not you he ? coloured beard, your orange-tawny beard, your Puck.
Thou speak’st aright; purple-in-grain beard, or your French-crown-co- I am that merry wanderer of the night. four beard, your perfect yellow.
I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, Quin. Some of your French crowns have no hair When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, at all, and then you will play bare-faced.-But, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal : masters, here are your parts: and I am to entreat And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, you, requests .d desire you, to con them by In very likeness of a roasted crab;' to-morrow night: and meet me in the palace wood, And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, a mile without the town, by moon-light; there will And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale. we rehearse: for if we meet in the city, we shall The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, be dogg'd with company, and our devices known. Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me: In the mean time I will draw a bill of properties,' Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, such as our play wants. I pray you, fail me not. And tailor cries, and falls into a cough;
Bot. We will meet; and there we may rehearse And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe, more obscenely, and courageously. Take pains; And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear be perfect; adieu.
A merrier hour was never wasted there. Quin. At the duke's oak we meet.
But room, Faery, here comes Oberon. Bot. Enough; Hold, or cut bow-strings.' (Exe. Fai. And here my mistress :-'Would that he
were gone! SCENE II.-Enter Oberon, at one door, with his
train, and Titania, at another, with hers. ACT II.
Obe. Il met by moon-light, proud Titania. SCENE I.A wood near Athens. Enter a Fairy
Tita. What, jealous Oberon? Fairy, skip hence; al one door, and Puck at another.
I have forsworn his bed and company.
Obe. Tarry, rash wanton ; Am not I thy lord? Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you? Tita. Then I must be thy lady: But I know Fai. Over hill, over dale,
When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,
Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
Come from the farthest steep of India ?
But that forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love,
To Theseus must be wedded; and you come
Obe. How canst thou thue, for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
night Farewell, thou lob of spirits, I'll be gone; From Perivenia, whom he ravished ? Our queen and all her elves come here anon. And make him with fair Æglé break his faith,
Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to-night; With Ariadne, and Antiopa ?
And never, since the middle summer's spring, Because that she, as her attendant, hath
Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, A lovely boy, stol'n from an Indian king; By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, She never had so sweet a changeling:
or on the beached margent of the sea, And jealous Oberon would have the child To darce our ringlets to the whistling wind, Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild : But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport: But she, perforce, withholds the loved boy, Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea joy:
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land, And now they never meet in grove, or green, Have every peltingo river made so proud, By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen, That they have overborne their continents :: But they do square ;c that all their elves, for fear, The ox hath therefore stretch'd his voke in vain, Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there. The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making Hath rotied, ere his youth attain'd a beard: quite,
The fold stands empty in the drowned field, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock;
(!) Articles required in performing a play. (6) Quarrel. (7) Mill. (8) Yeast. 2) At all events.
(3) Circles. (9) Wild apple. (10) Petty. (4) A term of contempt. (5) Shining (11) Banks which contain them.
The nine men's morris' is fill'd up with mud; In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once ; That rheumatic diseases do abound:
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid, And thorough this distemperature, we see
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Ere the leviathan can swim a league.
Puck. I'll put a girdle round abjut the carth Is, as in mockery, set : The spring, the summer, In forty minutes.
(Eril Puck. The childing& autumn, angry winter, change
Having once this juice, Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world,
I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, By their increase,' now knows not which is which : And drop the liquor of it in her eyes : And this same progeny of evils comes
The next thing then she waking looks upon From our debate, from our dissension;
(Be it on lion, bear, or woll, or bull, We are their parents and original.
On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,) Obe. Do you amend it then; it lies in you:
She shall pursue it with the soul of love. Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
And ere I take this charm off from her sight I do but beg a little changeling boy,
(As I can take it, with another herb,) To be my henchman.
I'll make her render up her page to me. Tita.
Set your heart at rest, But who comes here ? I am invisible;
And I will over-hear their conference.
Enter Demetrius, Helena following him. Full often hath she gossip'd by my side;
Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, Where is Lysander, and fair Hermia ? Marking the embarked traders on the flood; The one I'll slay, the other slaveth me. When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, Thou told'st me, they were stol'n into this wood. And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind : And here am I, and woods within this wood, Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait Because I cannot meet with Hermia. (Following her womb, then rich with my young Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. 'squire,)
Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant ; Would imitate, and sail upon the land,
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart To fetch me trifles, and return again,
Is true as steel : leave you your power to draw, As from a voyage, rich with merchandise. And I shall have no power to follow you. But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy :
Or rather, do I not in plainest truth
Obe. How long within this wood intend you stay? Hel. And even for that do I love you the more.
Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day. I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, If you will patiently dance in our round,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you : And see our moon-light revels, go with us; Use me but as your spaniel, spirn me, strike me, If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. Neglect me, lose me ; only give me leave,
Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
Tila. Not for thy kingdom.-Fairies, away: What worser place can I beg in your love We shall chide downright, if I longer stay. (And yet a place of high respect with me,)
(Ereunt Titania and her train. Than to be used as you use your dog? Obe. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; grove,
For I am sick, when I do look on thee. Till I torment thee for this injury.
Hel. And I am sick when I look not on you.
To leave the city, and commit yourseli
Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.
I remember. It is not night, when I do see your face, Obe. That very time I saw (but thou could'st not,) Therefore I think I am not in the night : Flying between the cold moon and the earth, N r doth this wood lack worlds of company ; Cupid all arm'd: a certain aim he took
For you, in my respect, are all the world : At a fair vestal, throned by the west ;
Then how can it he said, I am alone, And loos'd his love-shaft sinartly from his bow, When all the world is here to look on me? As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes, But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. Quench'd in the chaste beans of the wat’ry moon; Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you. And the imperial vot'ress passed on,
Run when you will, the story shall be chang'd; (1) A game played by boys.
(3) Produce. (4) Page. (5) Exempt from love (2) Autumn producing dowers unseasonably. |(6) Mad, raving (7) Briny in question.